Your tears will fall to the ground,
When My heart no longer will sound,
My heart will fail,
Once full lips go pail,
How can i tell you I've little time,
Maybe just show you this...
So I'm working on 4 poems for Lauren jauregui but here is a thing once finished I don't know should I give it to her or not....
It's all I do. My day is consumed my writing poems. Poetry is my language. Just wish I had someone to converse with with.
One of my older poems.
I watch you look at me
you can see yourself thru me
as you step in I wrap myself around you
as you get deeper I fit you like a glove
Even I can not feel...
I'll share one on here soon
I know that came into my life for a reason. Though our time together has been brief you came at a time when I was tired of my life. I needed someone to save me and you excelled...
With a singe word
Woebegone am I
With a single word
Sorrow am I
Sorrow I'll stay
With a single word
Her body glistens in the light
I urge to play with her all night
I pick her up and hold her steady
Take a deep breath, we both are ready.
I run one hand up her long neck
Let me see, I think I wrote this either in 2010 or 2011. The first poem I wrote about a crush
I don’t know how to say this,
The words floating through my mind.
Like a dark night I felt him rescue me from this doom I'm suffering
For a second I felt safe like my difficult project was done
And a knew future would begin
If I could have that...
Forgive me my love
Something's not right here. The mood is uneasy and I'm feeling insecure. But that's what I get. For taking my heart and putting it out there, while expecting...
In the pergatories of my mind, a silent Hell awaits to unwind.
From outside the inside not apparent. To let you in I would not dare it.
Screaming for help and pushing it away. A...
Tears of glass, they fall at last.
Upon the Earth they shatter, crash.
What truth there was, has come to pass.
This lie this life goes by, so fast.
My skies without heaven, my...
When I think of your face I see beauty and grace.
When I think of your voice I hear harps and a choir.
When I think of your manner I feel peace all around.
When I think how you...
Daddy it hurts, I feel alone,
I got scared when you came home,
Mamma took the needle today,
Fell on the couch when you were on your way,
The house is burning with dirty hands...
You of dreams
You of dreams
Your dream is where your heart is
It’s something more fragile than life itself
No matter how many times you throw it away, you still find it
So rest in peace now
The story of the tea cups.
There once was a tea cup who felt so grey that when he poured tea biscuits would go stale
The tea cup was empty when the tea was sipped it felt hollow...
my first poem:
I sit here in a dark closet all alone
I sit here not hurting anyone
I may take up some space I can here you talk
But I can not say anything
Like a Mute person
I feel you take me out.
I feel you tie me up.
I feel you stretch me.
I try to scream out load for the pain I'm in.
I am trying to hold together.
I feel you adding more weight.
When she gets that look
I know I am going down
Boxers around my ankles
That need in her eyes
She's already undressed me
Before she says a word
Her hands an invitation
I have a friend she's neat, she's neat
She's cool she has cool feet, cool feet
She has a tatt a bat, a bat
A clown dog and a cat a cat
She loves to bake a pie a pie
Pawing at closed doors..
Waiting for release
Those God doors -
he opens and closes
Am I done yet?
Gained through the pain
I still praise your name
faithful to your name
I hate this town,
I hate this city,
Let's go somewhere,
Where none can find me.
But i will keep you with me,
Come fly with me,
I'll keep you happy,
And we will be free.
Your almost dead.
You can't stay sane
Slow and Deep
Having you back again is so good .The familiar touch ,the familiar smell..,the familiar smile ,all so same and yet different.
Oh savior of the night
Help thou or keep thee in fright
All my chances of hope are of blight
Oh savior of the night
Dreams of my escape bring thus elate
Reality drowns me in a...
I have fallen, and I cannot get up. My knees are weak. Shaking like a trembling leaf in the winter. My feet won't move. They are stale. Stiff. Lifeless. I reach for help, but there...
Annotations carved into her pale white skin
Dripping down her wrist
Soon will scar up
And join her personal gallery
She's an artist,
But her work won't be shown until she's gone.
I String My Bow
I string my bow and fire
But it's not your heart
I am targeting
It's something saucier and softer
And as you feel my shaft
I love to write poems...........
As The World Rhymes:
A True Story of A Man That Rhymes
by: Rob Paquin
I've been rhyming a real long time. Hell, it goes all the way back to my formative years when I was writing...
“A couple of hundred years ago, Benjamin Franklin shared with the world the secret of his success. Never leave that till tomorrow, he said, which you can do today. This is...
I started writing poetry after my big brother died when I was 14 to find a way to express my feelings.
But it wasn’t until 2013 when I started to actually publishing my poems on...
You Should Be a Song Writer
You have the ability to evoke emotion, tell a story, and hook someone...
I tried journaling to help me express things that I couldn't say aloud. Things I need to say but can't verbalize. It didn't work. I couldn't find the correct words to put in the...
I like to write rhymes and stories, i would like to share one, but they are all Dutch