"wonderwall" poems
Crush:
An intense but usually short-lived infatuation.
Fantasizing about the relationship that could happen.
Shy:
Timid, easily frightened away.
Although the wanting to just say hey.
Wonderwall:
Someone you find yourself thinking about all the time, the person you are completely infatuated with.
But the wish for all the shyness to disappear is still here.
Nervous:
Highly excitable; unnaturally or acutely uneasy or apprehensive.
The wanting to meet but still playing defensive. Accommodated by umm, uhh, ummm.
Hello:
Used to express a greeting, answer a telephone, or attract attention.
Hi, umm. Don't blow it, don't blow it.
Hi! I think you're cute, pretty, adorable, beautiful, lovely, gorgeous. Would you like to go on a date?
Date:
A social appointment, engagement, or occasion arranged beforehand with another person.
She said yes.
Happy:
Delighted, pleased, or glad, as over a particular thing.
She is not just a thing, she is my everything. She makes me very happy.
Love:
A profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.
It's a four letter word that can have a million meanings and yet only one.
Marry:
To take as an intimate life partner by a formal exchange of promises in the manner of a traditional marriage ceremony.
I take you to be my wife to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us apart, and this is my solemn vow. I love you.
You:
You mean so much,
Yet I do not have a definition.
Because you always seem to surprise me.
No words in this dictionary can describe your overall beauty.
Amazingly, I'm at a lost of words.
Beautiful:
The dictionary's crush;
A person who is reading this.
Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 9:09 PM UTC
I inhale you deeply
You wake me up
And make me sleepy
My hands all over you
But it's okay cause
Yours are on me too
Arms and legs tangled
Look at us, together
Broken and mangled
As I first taste you
I decide to sample
Each piece, so new
You are wonderful
Idiosyncratic
My kind of wonderwall
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 5:21 PM UTC
when my
face keeps blushing
when my
hands linger in your hair
when my
smile gets crooked
when my
feelings feel bitter
when my
heart skips a beat
when my
thoughts left unspoken
after all i know
you are my wonderwall
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 1:57 PM UTC
Letting his pome to Siri
Hopefully will make us 2.[period]
I got it matters what I say
Should probably change it anyway
Still out the 10 at home to Siri
I don't think contacts it should be
Around so cool be made out of me
Still grumbling to choke
So I don't waste too much rope
If anyone doesn't turn out too funny
After the person's coming
Bowman mentioned you running
Three more specific
It's more bulimic
Did everything go a plenty
Wonderwall things are
Fly high above All-Stars
Do you think that it's June,
That there Brazelton blue,
If they held and the press really hard?
So this is the phone from Siri
Not feeling quite weary
To Shay' pasta please process he,
Or just a foster for you' [apostrophe]?
I guess we'll just have to see...
I'm writing this poem through Siri,
Hopefully it won't make us to teary,
I doubt it matters what I say,
she'll probably change it anyway,
Still I'll dictate my poem through Siri.
I don't think complex it should be,
Or else a fool will be made out of me
Still I'll grumble and I'll choke
So I don't raise too much hope
If in the end it doesn't turn out too funny.
After this verse it is coming
A poem that might send you running
Though to be more specific
It's more of a limerick
Than anything full of cunning.
I wonder where wild things are,
That fly high above all the stars?
Do you think that it's true,
That their face will turn blue,
If they held in their breath really hard?
So this is the poem from Siri
And now I'm feeling quite weary
For did I say 'pasta please',
Or just 'apostrophe'?
I guess we'll just have to ask Siri.
7/3/14
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 12:58 PM UTC
It's funny how I always think of you,
as my sanctuary, someone I can run back to,
and tell that "I love you,"
But all there is a wonderful raconteur
that filled you with alluring words and beauty
All you are is a piece of art;
an illustration of imagination
I am head over heels for you
despite knowing how troublesome;
it is to me
In the end, all I can say--is that;
"She is my Wonderwall,"
Apr 20, 2021
Apr 20, 2021 at 8:57 PM UTC
Pukul 02.30
Aku terdiam tanpa berbahasa
Memikirkan sejuta hal yang seharusnya kulakukan
Aku terbiasa bermimpi
Namun kini aku tak mampu
Pukul 02.30
Andai waktu adalah lomba
Maka aku selalu kalah
Lagi-lagi aku tidak dapat terpejam
Pukul 02.30
Aku dan semua lamunanku
Terhenti sejenak oleh suara dengkuran disebelahku
atau mungkin suara angin sejuk dari mesin diatasku
Pukul 02.30
Aku ingin berlari ke dalam lautan
Menantang ombak berderu kencang
Lalu terhempas oleh bayang-bayang
Pukul 02.30
Aku berurai air mata
Berusaha mengartikan rasa
Pencarian yang tak berujung
Pukul 02.30
Katanya Tuhan itu Mahakuasa
Maka aku percaya jawaban itu ada
Dan kupejamkan mataku
Harap semua ini sirna
-wonderwall-
Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 3:53 PM UTC
You are the dead air after the joke my friends don't get.
I hear your laugh in the spaces between my family's oblivion and my sanity,
the crevices of pointless conversations.
You are an envelope with no return address.
You are the first person I want to tell about my day.
When my dad asks me how school was, I can only think of how you knew never to ask me that.
They say the nights are hard when no ones in your bed,
but what about when you spend your day in bed because you can't bear another day of activities that don't involve them?
I don't miss you only at 2 am.
I feel the sting of you in the night but you burn me in the afternoons with even greater intensity.
I prefer to be alone because then I only see your smile embedded in my walls rather than the lack of it on everyone else's face.
You are the silence after Wonderwall ends,
you are the lack of " I want to write something like that one day".
I am reminded of you when the girl next to me at a Fall Out Boy concert is sitting on her phone. I know you would scream every lyric with me.
I think that's what hurts, the knowing, especially of the things you aren't here for.
When I cry to "I'm like a lawyer" it's because I will never hear your voice sing it again.
So no, I do not miss you at 2am.
I miss you at 2 pm when I realize that everything I am doing now will never again be done with you
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 7:43 PM UTC
Thank you
For all the good laughs
For all the endless thoughts
You never know that
A part of me wished
You're the one
And only
-wonderwall-
Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 12:21 PM UTC
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
hearts of gold, never to rust.
swallowtails aloft, flutterings better dead,
dampened by years of love left unsaid.
box of promises, vials of lies,
waves crashing within ocean eyes.
bloodied wrists, a scarlet letter
sealed envelope, unposted endeavour
eternal fairytale, lover and her muse,
destined to love yet scared to lose.
wilted bouquets, abandoned gardens,
memories burn while resolves harden.
etched in stars, writ in stone,
identity crisis, fate unknown.
Life's canvas, shades of grey,
dreams crumpled, hope led astray
stairways to Eris, rising only to fall
Lone poetess loving her Wonderwall
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 9:52 AM UTC
Bring me back to the time
Where everything felt fine
Where I felt you were mine
And it was not just you
And it was not just me
But me and you together
Where it was us
Your lips pressed against my cheek
Your voice so gentle as it speaks
Your hand lightly brushed my fingers
Oh your touch will always linger
Why do I crave your touch?
Did not realize how I missed it so much
Why am I so scared,
That I'm always being compared?
I know I can never compete
With all the better girls that you will meet
When will I ever see you again?
Will I ever feel wholesomely happy? Not sure if I can
Why are you so distant?
Wish you were here in just an instant
When I close my eyes, I see only black
Then I picture you and I and I wish you would come back
Sit down, lie down with me
So once again I can feel happy
It saddens me how we are not together
Things right now just are not getting better
I just want to be with you
I feel empty and I don't know what to do
I just hope you miss me as well
You have no idea how hard I fell
Your eyes, your touch, simply everything about you is perfect
And I hope my wait for you would be worth it
At least I get to see you in my dreams
Now reality is better than it seems
But dreams are only in my head
Temporary bliss felt late at night when I'm in bed
When I wake up I again feel dead
For I think about all the feelings left unsaid
Why can I not say how I feel?
Why can I not show you what is real?
Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 9:48 AM UTC
*Some people are under construction
because their walls were broken
and know that
those times are hard
for they built it with bricks
and they let someone ruined it.
It has been standing firm for years
yet someone came
to just completely break it
and leave it unfixed
And wonderwall just lingers there
waiting for a resolution
waiting for some fixing
just waiting.*
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 8:30 AM UTC
If I scream dear Lord, why oh why
Would he hear the words?
Will the clouds answer me as a sign?
Will the rain be a yes or a no?
If it would shine how would I know?
Why oh why does fate taunt me?
Show me a beautiful sign
Then leave me knowing it was never mine
It’s not love I feel, if it was it shouldn’t be like this
But I look for signs and I look for him
He’s not even here yet I want him to
Dear Lord, why oh why must it be?
Why let me smile yet it will never be me
I know this is just high school infatuation
So please I beg get me out of this heart aching situation
But why am I looking for these signs?
When I never believe that they give any useful information
Is it just my mind being clouded by this longing emotion?
So if the Lord can hear me and these clouds will answer
I hope the rain is just clarity of the weather
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 10:15 PM UTC
there's the end to every word,
the end to a sentence,
the end of every story,
so it is now,
the end
of us.
-wonderwall-
Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 9:58 PM UTC
*I ne'er half thought of you as best
Painted, frozen on canvas, still, set?
Static & unmoving... but I do rest
In my bet you feign'd it. The man Thus, he is as a criminal! If hold he Must you as possession -Beauty's Pageant.
A sun proving to ne'er grow Stagnant.
Go'th then, swept in wind, smooth &
Seminole, with no frame to so seal In
YOUth within his lines -rather reel In
Lines of my rhymes to sustain YOU Ever
Both A's & Q's. No pause, Sure Forever.
Inks & links rather than oils soon Cracked &
Dried out, faded with careless Neglect
And old Time, proving Spell checked
Words, ripen'd on a vine, (freely repro-
Duced,) is better than stretchers 2 show
In one place, wired/hooked on a dim wall
Of your captor. His penchant 2 refuse call,
Or to face, why your smile wert so small.
Unbeknownst to the brushed up painter,
Who with gobbledygook stained your
Heart, but took you as his Sitter bitterly.
So if your Silence art your bitter Mystery,
Then book Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall
As my pen chants only 4u -a wonderwall.*
Feb 12, 2017
Feb 12, 2017 at 12:49 PM UTC
I had to learn eventually
Someone else makes you smile
Someone else occupies your mind
Someone else holds you up
I have to realize what we had was literally nothing
Compared to her now
I hope that smile is permenant till your last days here
Wrinkly, old, wise and jubilant
Warm in your bed
Nothing but best wishes truly
-from the girl you called your wonderwall to maybe your unicorn to now no one
Au revoir
Aug 11, 2019
Aug 11, 2019 at 8:34 AM UTC
my dear
my wonderwall,
lately I'm suspicious that you've found out
that you're in my thoughts
more often than the second hand that ticks on the clock.
I can't decide though, if I want you to really know yet,
but until then I will write you secret poems
and make wishes on 11:11
coins in fountains
and shooting stars.
my dear,
my wonderwall,
lately, I've thought of you.
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 6:14 PM UTC
I swear with my hand on the heart
[mine, another’s]
that I know nothing
that I get on the train on my way home
and come off at some Glasgow terminal
that I write on my shopping list b r e a d
and rush through my front door with stolen roses
nowhere is written for how long, until when
but I hear your words climbing my body
like spiders the wonderwall
like ivy the cross
[mine, another’s]
I know nothing
and no book will be able to tell
how a hand is covering your mouth
and the screaming inside yearns for your body
like an unscrupulous *****
like ivy for the cross
[yours, ours]
Jun 12, 2012
Jun 12, 2012 at 3:02 PM UTC
it didn’t use to be like this
with nights rolling into morning
with sadness waiting in the dark
with thoughts that don’t stop
and only the moon for company
no
a happy girl used to fall asleep at 10 o’clock
every night
because that’s what daddy wanted
and she wasn’t going to disobey
afterall she was daddy’s little girl
but
daddy’s gone now
and that was all before you
you with your charm
and kindness
and the ability to make sad days better
so
now i sit in the dark
unable to fall asleep before 3 a.m
because you are on my mind
because you are my
wonderwall
Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 6:50 AM UTC
Miss erie she ******* loves me
I hear her calls, her face is all I see
Miss erie she ******* loves me
She's my wonderwall when happiness betrays me
miss erie she ******* loves me
my colorful heaven in hell for eternity
miss erie she ******* loves me
In her arms I call home my sanctuary
Like a butterfly she came to take my soul, like a candle beneath my thread waiting for my fall,
Her smile's like a cancer devouring my all,yet she is the only one around when ever I make the call
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 7:45 AM UTC
I received a lot of praise
For my musical ways
and it caused waves
To crash around my heart-
Their expectations over my art
It ruined my passion
In a "Wonderwall" fashion
Singing over and over again
Into soulless eyes,
Made me feel like a type of prize
It was a lot of work to learn I'm not
I can sing and make music without being bought
Jan 4, 2024
Jan 4, 2024 at 10:36 AM UTC
She waits in silence
Cant help but stare
Wonders if he ever catches her
Its only a gaze that she wished they'd share
Eyes ferry us straight to the heart they'd say
But with glasses thick as his,there was really no way
His gestures harder to read than his eyes
Almost as if trying to block away everything from her sight.
She liked him for she thought of him as an enigma
Hoping she was gonna know him for the better part of what he was worth
She stole glances for a long time
Till she saw the truth of it ,all right
Just a formality they were
it was just hi and bye and seemed to be that way forever
She grew sick of him after a while
Only with whim would he ever smile
She hates midway stuff to date
Says,its either in or out,nothing else is worth the wait
But every time she thinks what she'd want as a boon
She wants to only know why he makes her heart swoon
He is her heart's fallacy at its best,
Or is he just a fallacy that she wants more than the rest?
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 1:32 AM UTC
we collided
then we parted
almost over
before it started
we shared a laugh
we shared a drink
I made you smile
you made me think
an all night talk
about our pasts
a midnight walk
a stolen kiss
you were broken
and I was too
and so we did
what broke things do
when you left
that sad day
I said goodbye
you drove away
ancient history
our rise and fall
but it left cracks
in my wonderwall
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 5:18 PM UTC
she's afraid of reoccurring nightmares
afraid of choosing a single instrument to play, she can't stay with one
beautiful sound-producing musical wonderwall,
of committing herself to one,
and I was wondering if she was really talking about instruments
or talking about people,
talking about me--
am I a violin or a piano?
it doesn't matter because she says she wouldn't stay with any of them
anyway.
she's afraid of going downstairs to brush her teeth at night in the dark
and instead of picking up a tooth brush
she's afraid of picking up a razor in its place,
and god i tell her
all about my nightmares
how I run and outrun myself
or try to,
I reveal that I fear and love being
alive, I expose myself and my personal
horrors,
and I tell her, tell her it all, and for the first time
she looks at me with eyes that aren't empty,
eyes that are sorrowful as they are
compassionate and she tells me
"it's okay".
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 12:35 PM UTC
Foreign doll
A wonderwall
Writes poetry on receipts
Where coffee stains
Are soak brown blobs,
Her words are sweetened
As candy cane dialect to god
I wait for her many hours in incompletion
For her mine heart throbs!!!
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 10:29 PM UTC
The catastrophe of being a poet is that you are an annoying brain with delicate bones made of glass, who watches weird TV shows and reads bizarre newspaper happenings, ponder over the final chapters of your literary idols while walking the rain with hands inside your pajama pockets and dig out incomprehensible meanings someone managed to scribble at the back of his notebooks. Psychologists have such complicated theories about your social ineptitude, hence you die breathing the yellow notebook pages of a second-hand bookstore even though your brain signals warned you about chronic asthma. But you'll live for centuries inside punched hearts, libraries and under lazy bedsheets because at least for a moment you made a total stranger giggle, weep, scream and sometimes jump in joy over a well-penned verse. Did your friends tell you 'you suck'? Well, no one's gonna remember those *** holes and always remember if not today, but someday you'll be someone's wonderwall.
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 10:53 AM UTC