"unfufilled" poems
Beauty is forever parallel to power in this life:
The hungry souls, crying out;
Unfufilled, empty dreams turned sour: I sharpen my knife.
Divide and conquer the spirits the spirits; no given peace in the afterlife.
Give power to the beaten! but mask the drought.
Beauty is forever parallel to power in this life.
Take shame for husband, vanity for wife.
Empty yourselves of such a notion as doubt;
Unfufilled, empty dreams turned sour: I sharpen my knife.
It birthed destruction of a white rose, resentment the midwife.
You and I lost, no surviving the mirrored bout.
Beauty is forever parallel to power in this life.
I try to adhere to your eye with it rife
As ego's pressure on a soul's sacred route;
Unfufilled, empty dreams turned sour: I sharpen my knife.
Under ice and snow my own soul cries, and in strife
It marches against my beauty, of which I am devout.
Beauty is forever parallel to power in this life.
Unfufilled, empty dreams turned sour: I sharpen my knife.
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 7:31 PM UTC
Autumn rain
the leaves slowly fold
into forgotten dreams
a river of
colorful streams
all around
the air translucent with
auburn memories
of Summer nights
bright in warmth
the fire of our hearts
arrogant in love
we thought enough
to keep the chill of Winter
at bay
But sure
as we were
we couldnt be more wrong
We could not weather
wind nor rain
At least not together
So we parted ways
the other left standing
under an umbrella of pain
empty promises made
left unfufilled
only the leaves
to whisper our will
to someday meet in the middle
try our hand
at love again
this time surviving
in the end
Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 10:33 AM UTC
The world was full once
Endless possibilities
I breathed in the hope
And exhaled sucess
The world was my oyster
Holding a unclaimed pearl
But the moment I turn away
And let someone interfer
I return to find my oyster
Cracked open
And containing nothing
The world suddenly got dark
Sucess became only dreams
And they would go unfufilled
The world showed me the truth
There Is Darkness Within Everything.
May 24, 2012
May 24, 2012 at 12:19 PM UTC
don't hope too high, daydreamer
all good things
are too good
to be true
All disappointment
is too painful
to be a lie
and what's desired
by one
is far from another's mind
so dreams go
unfufilled
and will never exist
as reality.
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 9:33 PM UTC
When I'm not with you its the worst itch
Because I'm longing to see you
That is my truest vice
My one addiction true
I always wish to see you
To touch your beautiful face
To kiss your perfect lips
Or feel your warm embrace
I for everything you are
Your beauty, your smile, your love
Because these feelings we share
are purer than a dove
Every day we spend apart
is one that's unfufilled
I'm always wanting to see you
And when I do my heart is thrilled.
Isn't this part of love?
That you always long to see the one.
And the joy when you see them
Burns brighter than the sun
Apr 5, 2010
Apr 5, 2010 at 2:51 PM UTC
I've been searhing
my whole life,
Waiting for someone,
A prince perhaps,
I just want
Love,
Maybe it got lost,
Maybe I let it
Slip through my fingers,
But the hunt continues
Day by day,
Month by month,
Year after year,
I am the nothing,
The failure
In both love
And in Life,
My life has been
A unfufilled journey,
Since 3 searching,
Since 3 never finding,
Alone on non-stop
Journey through time,
I'm riding along,
But who knows
For how long.
Apr 2, 2012
Apr 2, 2012 at 10:03 AM UTC
i like the quiet simplicity,
and i'm lost some where in my dreams;
tempting me is a life unfufilled,
a world where there's just you and me.
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 8:37 PM UTC
Standing there in a big crowd.
I have whisky in my hand, a friend by my side,
and couples surrounding me every way I look.
There's something so romantic about a girl standing alone with a guitar singing out her heartbreak. Her loneliness envelopes me and I think of your face, and all of a sudden I feel alone in a crowd.
The last thing I want is to feel this unfufilled desire for your affection so I say **** that and take another sip.
But the fact is that it is three songs later and I haven't really been listening but instead experiencing. How can one girl with a guitar singing out sad songs have such an affect on me, whisky in hand, a friend by my side, and couples surrounding me every way I look.
May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 6:53 AM UTC