'My Serial Lover'
I say she's fat in all the right places
My best fake honesty gets me in trouble every time
She finds it sweet
But then it's too late.
She's buying me drapes...
You are a lover of your own experience,
not of me...
You turn to me to feel your own emotion.
~ Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
In the tattered shards of lasting embrace I feel the nick of you lingering cool as winter's solstice,
feel the nick of you like a dagger cold upon the intangible grace of my skin...
I sit on this perch, majestic and proud.
The brilliance of my plumage, brilliant and loud.
My elegant crimson tail slightly swaying in my cage of gold.
Such elegance, such grace...
your life is a joke your face is a joke and it's call cause you're a joke and your mommy and daddy are both a joke. jokes fkin jokes and giving birth to ugly arse jokes...
Muhabbat akharish hai kia?
I have to concentrate.
This is important, this poem.
A poem about poetry.
I have to do this, I CAN do this.
Oh, look, a butterfly!
My light bulb has went dim
Now I sit in black rooms
Once my light was full to the brim
But now it is black and looms
I feel it's presence rising
Making itself known to all
ah 21 pilots ^.^ I love their songs, poetry is what they are, I'm so glad my boyfriend introduced me to them ?? favorite album is vessel, yours? ?.?
Upon the thunder
Of thoughts and actions
Of the mind, in fractions.
Birth of insanity
Yet this mind
seldom does realize,
When metal pierces
Uhhhhggg.... Valentines day is fast approaching... so I figured I'd start working on some poetry...
all that romantical crap and stuff...
I want to be where your bare foot walks,
because maybe before you step,
you’ll look at the ground.
I want that blessing.
I open and fill with love and
other objects evaporate...
Simmer down, love.
Lift up your tristful head.
I promise, some day soon,
we will learn to starve our
we must teach our lungs
to breathe patience,
our souls to...
Love is the Poetry of Senses ...
She stared at
like they were
and in their light
she could rest
May nay dekhey hain kayi rung badalnay walay
Tum nay chup reh kar sitam aur bhi dhaya mujh per
Tum say achay hain mujh pay hansanay walay
I have seen many people changing their...
My Friend the Poet
It is but a dream
What the world calls real
For the soul knows
That beauty is ageless
That there is no time
There are only words
It is too real...
I'm very new to poetry, this is just a first draft. please comment opinions and help to make it better or just any recommendations, thankyou!
its 3:00 am
May tou is wastay chup hoon Kay tamasha na banay
Tu samajhta hai mujhay tujhsay gila kuch bhi nahi
If you read a poem that astonished you ,
And read it for a third time ,
It is this way the poetry should be read my friend,
Chance at Love
I would, my love, if you ever do appear
Not be afraid to boldly kiss your mouth
To take you in my arms
To let you know how much
I want you
I would, my love, if you...
The day I flew you to Howarth
Wing'd Angel of Poetry
You followed willingly.
Through the wet winds of the Moors
The strife of a life a World...
There is a wonderful poet here on EP... His poetry causes people to truly reflect and feel...sometimes his peorty is so raw and emotionally powerful.... I literally feel my heart...
In Misery We Roam.
In musty abandoned halls we roam
Reliving the hell we brought on ourselves
Chained by past deeds too awful to tell
Trapped here and denied eternal peace
The path is black and dark. I don't know the way forward. I can smell the misty air translating itself into the muddy hallowed ground. Thoughts against the silhouette of the...
"A random Idea"
Lets fall in love for the hell of it.
I haven't done that in a very long time.,
Let's each lay out our life and tell of it.
Let's make it surreal... sublime.
Love is a mystery to me
I am unable to define
It touches me softly, I almost miss its grace, I am not sure if it is love or just love disguised as hate
I've thought i've known...
I hurt beyond the words that I seldom say.
I hurt in ways I cannot portray
I hurt in things that are good and bad
I hurt for love and I feel so sad
The words cannot replace my...
Within the darkness my discord fades into simple strings waiting to be played on a violin. Divided between the truths and half truths of what we are and what we ache in the...
Poetry has always been a way for me to express myself.
My poems used to be lovey dovey and very sappy but I got bored with those styles.
I adore macabre poetry. Edgar Allan Poe...
I used to believe, due to complications and present situations
that i fell in love with the wrong person.
But when I look in his eyes
there is a light
in my soul and a fire
A New Day
Sadness like a heavy weight
Dragging my soul downwards
Making me doubt my worth
Making me accept the unacceptable
Pitiful, time wasted
So much joy, lost
I love writing poetry, whether it's in paper or in my head. Often I write whole poems based on one phrase that I heard or thought of that just struck me as beautiful and poetic.
Happily (Sequel to A Sad Fairy Tale)
A fairy was injured and fell to the ground
Then came to be loved by a gnome
Fearing his love was rejected
He let himself turn into stone...
A Sad Fairy Tale
A fairy chased by a hawk
Crashed into a flower
As she lay there on the ground
Along came Bartholemew Fitzpower
Bartholemew was a simple gnome
And he'd never...
Suicide Brings Out The Truth
The blade that cuts so deep
The forgotten love that make you weak
The faded scars, the torn up heart
The tears nobody can see
You wish for his hand...
Siren of the Deep
I find your footprints that lead this rocky shore. Scraps of your clothing tossed apart without sanity. Cold hearts of treason that runs amok. The pure madness...
Through my fingers,
Like water draining
Down the sink drain,
Like sand through my gloves
Live slips slowly away
I can feel it,
The end has come its really near
My heart its tierd thats pretty clear
Ive held on tight for quite too long
But letting go makes me more strong
A love thats wasnt meant to be
Thank you for the golden bridge
upon which to retreat.
Thank you for the sacrilege
that makes me incomplete.
Make way for peace and better days;
find solace in the fact