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Lydia May 2018
"But what if we're wrong?"
It was silent
But her thoughts echoed around in my head as we laid on top of her pickup truck
I swatted at the eighteenth mosquito chewing on my leg
I don't want this to be love

We were tangled up in the acoustic music they play on the radio on Sunday mornings
She was trying to dream up something clever to write about
And I was pretending I could learn to play guitar through osmosis,
As if blending myself in with the harmonies, finding her in every lyric, and sheer willpower would give me wings or at least magic guitar hands

She set the alarm, checked it over and over
She was not going to be late for her first day
I told her I'd be asleep when she got home, she told me she knew
I told her to wake me up

I wasn't looking for perfect
Perfect really only applies in first year physics courses
After that, we learn to fall in love with "rough around the edges" or "unique" or "unfinished"
As if their life is a puzzle that we need to complete
Just so you know, it isn't

She bought me breakfast and dropped me off
She used to tell me she loved me, but I know she didn't
She does now, so she doesn't have to say it anymore
When I said, "love," before, I didn't really mean it
Not like I mean loving the garden on the balcony of her apartment or thunderstorms in May
Even if I was a puzzle that she completed (and I'm not saying that I am), we didn't need any glue to fit perfectly
The support on this poem has been unbelievably incredible. I am so grateful for this community with all of these lovely people :)

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In the digital l-and
We l-ive in
Mistakenly automatic
One pointing at a chest of tools
Eyes on i
No soul can tell a part a weakling metal


Robots robbing robbers rich
T-error terrifying t-errorists
Artist gods and goddesses
Sharing platform to unleashed gifts


Mint hue bubbles squeak
Fizzy dizzy violet haze
World head to toes spins
Any day it spins coins in change


A quiet girl is sinister
Siren of mystery or future
Robot is your mirror
Peach chin with teeth filter
No innocence and glitter litter
Guilty until proven the latter


A quiet girl a terrorist
Error mouths terror twist
Terrorist from the orient
They hide in between every end
Disguises they cover in
Racist as problem solving


Smile girl watch
A fake smile and eyes
Skin of steel so is her
Heart made alloy
How it blazes to the touch when heated
Oh it bites fingertips as it's cold
Hair resting on the curve of her spine
A woman's hair only breaks if it tries to grow


What she said
Tell me if you can tell us a part
Warning tears borne from her crooked eyes
Robot and soul
Terrorists from t-errorists
No soul knows either
Tattoos or memory shall identify you
© Teri Darlene Basallote Yeo
Rickie Louis Jan 2012
It seems as we get older, a piece of us gets lost.
Desires fill our hearts, it seems those pieces are the cost.
What must we do to find them, or fill that broken void.
Do we ever get them back, or are they just destroyed.
As age creeps up, and time ticks by, and awkwardness begins,
It's hope I find a heart like mine, who's pieces just fit in.
An old unfinished thought..
Dead lover Jun 2016
It is night, And I cannot sleep.
Guardian aside, so I cannot weep.
It is not right, I am not satisfied,
My pride, they did sweep.

It is night, on bed I still toss,
Its my life, I am its boss
And now my life is like,
Finding Tomatoes in tomato sauce.

It is night, and still my life does juggle,
Am drowning, my eyes turned bed to puddle.
Its cold, on the wet bed I cannot cuddle.
God Why Am I a trouble, And my life a Puzzle?
sorry myself.
Heart flutters
Mind stutters the words
that I want to mutter
Another chance, perhaps
another

Your presence
Completes my puzzle of life
Makes me feel like
a picture whole, rather than
a piece of society’s
ever-changing mural

We intertwine
Grapes of love and hate
on emotional vines
Relishing these fleeting
moments
one day at a time

Your presence
Completes my
mysterious existence
Makes me feel like
a human empowered,
rather than
another person going
thru the motions of life



Melody
3/7/19
Love is profound.
Willow Jul 2018
These are the words I would never tell you,
Your smile, your eyes, your hair, that is just a plus to you, but your personality is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I thought after one year, the crush would be over but I was wrong.
7 years later and I'm still completely and utterly in love with you. You're the person I look for when I walk in a room, you're the person I can mess with their hair and wouldn't care. You're the person that I can throw a pencil at and make you pick it up and wouldn't get mad. You're the only man I trust, and you know how much I don't trust them. But I know I can tell every single secret but one and you wouldn't tell another soul. When you told me you believed in me, a piece of my broken heart went into it's place like a puzzle piece.
Wasn't sure if I wanted to publish this or not but **** it.


The secret I can't tell him is that I love him :)
Aby Alvarez Jan 2015
It's been a year since that day
The day that you confessed
The day we started this lovely mess
but don't worry I didn't love you any less

The way we talk to each other til 2 in the morning
The way we squeezes each other's hand every time we're both freezing
The way we let our guard and pride down every time we're fighting
are some of the things that I will never get tired of doing

You do what floats your boat
Someone who thinks twice before he does what he's told
You're like a difficult puzzle to solve
but despite all that, I'll  still love you til the day we're both old.
Happy Anniversay Babe!!! Thank you for the flowers and cake. I love you! :)
LexiSully Jan 2016
There's something about the ever-moving sea,
Whose shimmering waves brighten every face,
Whose calming sounds bring joy to every ear that hears

There's something about the forever changing beach,
Whose soft sand holds treasures from the deep blue,
Whose sparkling granules clump together to create vast castles

There's something about the ongoing sky,
Whose blue tints are home to the warm, shining sun,
Whose colors magnify themselves onto the gorgeous sea

So look upon this picture and smile,
Because each figure is a piece of a puzzle,
Forming a complex but brilliant masterpiece.
Venga Jun 2017
Kids these days
Are not loyal
All they like to do is quarrel

I have no friends
Dont feel bad
It only makes me a little sad

These jaded puzzle pieces
We are only human
Leads some to ruin

I try to ignore and be patient
I would want forgiveness too
But sometimes your words and actions
Just make me so blue

I thought you were my friend
I guess i was wrong
Its easy to preach what is in a song

As i cry myself to sleep
Ill try to ignore the pain
And i guess not be so vain
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̭̙̤̫͕͕̙f҉r͇̻̫o̼͙̖͈͟m̖̯ ̨t͙͚͙͙͉h̠̙͉̹̤͞e̹͚ͅͅ ̗̦͖̩͈̰͚͜f͏̱̥͈͙̰͓͙e̸͍͚͍͇ẹ͖̖ͅl̖i̼͕͖̞͎̱̮͜ṋ̨͖̪̙g̢͉ ̼̭o͚f҉̹̳̯͚ ̞̠̥͚͟c̼͍̞͘h̝̬̻̮̙̖͔a͖͝o̲s̡̪̲͖͖.͙̭̹̞͚̮̟
̩̲̝̗͡
̬̠̕W͏͉̥it̻͙͟h̞̝͇͉̭̤̥ ̡̹̪̮̰o̸͉̱͇̰̝̣u̙͍̜͈͜t͏̖͍͉ͅ ͔̜̺͕̜͢o̱̰̣͈̯r̛̹̮̺͕d̝̺͎̘̩͔̱e̲͇̲͚̩̝̥r͇͖̯͉͞.̫́
̟̮͙̞͍̗̳I̠͓̪͈̹̦͍͜ ̗̯͖̬ạ̥͍̦̫̙m̱͎ ̡̥nǫt̩͟h̦̹͕̹i͏̲͙̻͚̰͍̠n̴̩̥̤̦͕̳g̗͙̮.͖ ̙̖
̜͍͎̦͈I͓̱͕͠ ͙͕̰̩a̻̫̩̮̭̩͖̕m̴̰̘̫̯̯̗͇ ̣͚͝e̯̭v̶̮̘̖̙̺̩̻e̘̠̫͚̙̖̯r̴̩̥̯y̡̥̳͓t҉̺̙̺h̪̗̬͍̩̀i̺̹͠n̞̮̣̠g̹̞͍̝̻̳͙.̙͠­̘̮͇̙̦̺,͔.̨̦
̺̣͕͇̱̠
͍͕̩̰̳͚I̪̺̻̙̲ ͉͖̘̯c̴o̧̖̳̭ͅu̼̺l̟ḓ͖͉̯̺̤ ̲͖͔͉̪n̝͖͕e̸̬̦̭̣v̮͕e͚̗͓̖̤r̡͍̤̲̗̘͖͈ ͜l̼̜͙̲̙͓e̶t̠̤̘͕̰̺̥ ̺̭͚̕y̟̖̫ou̖͇̝͇̼̞̬ ̘
̰͞D̝̝͇o͈ ͙̭͉̪̝̹͔͠t҉̥̥͓̗̼̩h̭̼͉̭̪̩̲į̗̘̮̠̬̰s͓̤͉̀ ̧̙a͏̗̹͎̗̗̦̮l͖̟̤͚̜̹o̶̪̹̖̪̠͍n̞͈̰̼̦͞e͘.͔̰͈̱͓̯
the cake is a lie but i am n0t101011110101
Lady K Milla Aug 2017
I made an assumption
Turned out to be true
Over my head floated puzzle pieces of you
I found out you cheated
Not just once but repeated
It took me months to sit
and snap together all the pieces
that would fit
And the picture on your puzzle box display
Was not of me to my dismay
But of a woman's face I've seen before
A woman you've tasted
and asked for more
And as you groom yourself for her delight
As my gut tells me "I told you so,
I was right"
I know I'll be the last to smile
When it's her turn to put together all the pieces in that pile
Jackie G Jul 2018
Some say life is like a box of chocolates.
I say life is like a PUZZLE
You and I
Are the pieces
If one piece is missing the picture is incomplete
Making things(relationships,disappointments,let downs,set backs,loss) a little harder to solve
who would think
a piece so small
could make such a difference
Or a
IMPACT I SHOULD SAY
we need you
it is time to get into your position
To figure out what part you are or where you belong
GET THERE
because you matter
you are a piece to the puzzle.
NOW PLAY YOUR PART
This was inspired by me just thinking of the world we live in today & how people are separated and unwilling to help and judging because they are strong in a area where someone else may be weak. We all play a part and my weakness can be your strengths and vice versa. With that being said there's no need to push on someone like they don't fit because we all do!!! we all have purpose!!!
Madeline Killeen May 2017
I am glad you
Have her now
She must fit
Better, I think
Her hands in yours,
Your bodies
Wrapped together.
We never fit,
We were
Two puzzle pieces
That look as if
They belong, and
You try, you try to
Force them to bend and
Fit together,
But you can’t.
Maybe I was too big,
Or you to sharp,
We almost fit.
I hope she does,
I hope she is your
Missing puzzle piece
Mya May 27
Like an unfinished puzzle
You will continue to find the missing pieces all over the place

And even if there is just one piece of the puzzle missing it may show up one day

Or you will have to go out and find it yourself
Yeah I just thought of this while doing a puzzle and listening to music.
StoryTallinn Jun 1
Pieces of life
Like pieces of magnetic puzzle
Attracting and rejecting each other
Pieces that come together and fall apart with time

With each mistakes, a lesson
Each lessons like a brick in a wall
will help me build a stronger foundation
This is not perfect but it is the best I have
Meruem Jun 11
Scattered all throughout
A piece that I secretly hide
The puzzles on the floor
And it's you that I adore.

Shattered all over
A piece that I can't deny
The puzzles on the floor
And I swear to love you more.
June 12, 2019 - 05:40

Dedicating this poem to the one I love; the missing piece to my puzzle. You made my life complete long before I even realize it.

I love you, B. ~
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