"oved" poems
Before
I leave
Please know I
Only
Loved you when I
Absolutely knew
Reality was long gone
Don't believe
In much
Since you left
Or how to cry
Really it's just too
Difficult to
Even
Recognize your face
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 6:53 PM UTC
A crazy little thing we desired to fall
Believably that it was true
Could it possibly an imagination or just for real?
Dreaming or falling on the right way
Eventually would fade or maybe would stay
Facing the love of your life it sound so crazy
Going back and forth only to see her every day
How love could mean and change the world to you
In denial at first, but **** you hate it & you love it at the same time
Just trying to catch and realize that it was you
Knowing how much it means a lot.
Love? how wonderful it is
Moved you the hard way you could get
No space that you could filled but only her that you give in.
Oblique spheroids that turn us
Questioning if its round or circle
Rapidly is not enough to find someone like you
Searching for love? you don't have to
The love will just find you at the right time
Unbelievable right? &
Very unrealistic to believe.
Wait & be patient, while
X is marking you to cross the path
You'll never know it will just knock out of your door
Zest is along the way!
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 11:42 AM UTC
Along came a poet
To my notice around a year ago
Uncannily beautiful his art is
Loved it. Enjoyed it. Cherished it. The innocence.
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 1:52 AM UTC
I sang to you, my son, until I ran out of breath
And sang to you again as I gave you to death.
I've been stuck in house arrest
Because I've given you to death.
I declare my degree in your grief
But I sing to you...
"I-I-I have never lo-o-oved someone,
the wa-ay I love you-u-u"
A lament for your bending brain descent
With energy so pure, unsure and in the moment
With disorient movement on legs bent
Or were they wings?
It was hard to tell on the descent.
Yet, something eternal was created
At your birth and at your death
Your heart was too big for your chest
We wept together over it,
Over your death,
As there was no preparation for the separation
Your rotation of cognation
Gives formation to an ideation if...
You... You ever were
Or I... I ever was?
Disposessed words in the world we'd imagined
Obtained and ingrained love in our intestines
Our black will eventually turn to grey
The grey will one day go away
Just as blood dries and becomes sparks
It parks inside eyes to become stars
And the love we lasted long enough to receive
Becomes songs in energy I sing
From my throat
From my hand to your coat, I bathe you
I soak you with my love... a baptismal
... like never before and ...
As you drown under, you wonder
If you... You ever were
Or I... I ever was.
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 5:05 PM UTC
i have developed
a twitch.
neurotic tendencies.
obsessive,
compulsive
tendencies.
i brush my teeth,
my hair.
i pick,
leaving tiny,
almost unnoticeable
speckle
spot
scabs.
stupid that my
response
creates tangible
evidence of
an invisible
experience -
or maybe not -
maybe it's
appropriate,
maybe it's
the point.
after all,
holding the smooth
hair
and sparkling
teeth
is a once loved
heart
scarred,
pocked,
and marred by defeat.
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 1:04 PM UTC
Falling in love with you
arrested my heart and
left a pain
lingering through my body,
infusing into my soul,
never ceasing to
grind my emotions.
I had
never
loved anyone before
or think I ever will again.
Verified loneliness leaves me
expecting your return,
whether for love or friendship,
I will forever hold a place for you.
Threatened by no other man, my
heart is completely
yours.
Other boys may try to persuade but they
underestimate my feelings for you.
Jan 26, 2012
Jan 26, 2012 at 4:29 PM UTC
D oes not need anyone
a lways there even though gone
n eeded to be heard
i still love him
e ven tho he is gone
l oved me when he was alive
S aw my pain
h as his own way of helping me
w as always there
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 10:25 AM UTC
a was b cause c ause he d id e arned f irst g ave h is I d
j ust K arl L oved m any n ot o ne p er q uite r s ane t o
u ndo v ery w ell X poses Y z?
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 4:14 AM UTC
and told my 5-year old self
what's been happening to me lately
I bet he would look into my eyes
jump out of that hospital bed
and cry with joy and laughter
I would've told him
that he finally made friends, the ones he has always dreamed of
That he was able to run and touch his toes
and try out all kinds of sports
That he was able to ride a bike, drive a car
and traveled to all sorts of places
That he was able to meet and talk to all sorts of people
That he was able to celebrate an unknown feeling to him called "Love"
That he was able to gaze upon such people and to feel and understand love
That he fell in love with someone who he'd never thought he'd be in love with
That he fell in love, fought, lost and loved again
If I were able to see my 5-year old self
I would look at him with teary eyes saying
"You will be happy"
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 4:41 AM UTC
a white eye
saw a bue eye
a pea in a od
white wondered why
blue spoke a hidden cry
white lived and oved
we're killed in the mud
now white has fear
and cant hear blue die
Oct 16, 2013
Oct 16, 2013 at 11:06 PM UTC
Childhood. Remember the days when what you
Had was everything you ever needed? All
I ever wanted to do was to play in the dirt.
Loved hanging with my friends,
Down by the river--the ones who knew me as I was & didn't care
How poor or rich I was--Childhood isn't about the money.
Oh, how I wish to go back to those times...
Oh, but how I love being where I am now
Down by the sea, instead of the river.
Jan 8, 2011
Jan 8, 2011 at 12:50 PM UTC
My parents love me verily, true,
Yet I still feel the need for love, truer.
In the deepest hour of night,
Dawns a realization that they are mortal,
Everyday I feel so scared,
Alone if I am to stay,
Loneliness will **** me.
Loved by parents I am, but
Often I am so alone,
Very sad is this heart,
Engraved deep inside it,
Rosy name of my ideal lover.
May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 5:10 AM UTC
In this hou se I sit
on a chair t hat has
yet to be m oved
it takes tim e to pack
up furnitur e that
decorated a home
I trace my f ingers on
a groove in the wood
grain of the kitchen table
a mistake f rom when
you cut app les without
a cutting bo ard for you
were runni ng late to
work and d idn't have
time to take care but
it was okay what was
one mark on a wooden
table anyway ? I was not
angry about i t perhaps
I should've be en since
you feel like I don't feel
anything then maybe
you wouldn't be moving
out of my hea rt without me
Feb 10, 2021
Feb 10, 2021 at 4:03 PM UTC
The l ong nights feeling
O n edge
Yearn ing touch
E very one is busy
I am l oved
Y et when I am alone...
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 11:56 PM UTC
Everyday I see, A
Maiden filled with life.
Everyday I feel being
Loved.
Inside this maiden,
Tapped! My mother
Always I will love.
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 8:25 AM UTC