Poetry

Have you ever met someone who at first sight left you breathless , with your heart no longer beating, except with their presence? When I first saw her, I knew from that moment that she was meant to be more than just anybody, but instead, my everybody. I couldn't imagine myself ever coming to a point of understanding what it meant to fall in love. I had always heard that people would fall in love at first sight, but thought this to be impossible without sharing some words to gain some insight. But now, I see that what they all meant was that when you find love, your souls are not meeting, but simply reuniting . We don’t need to say our hellos because we already know, that we were written for one another, long before we were even born...!!!

How can love Hurt so bad No matter if Your with me  Or walk away You burn  Inside me  Like a flame Keeping the  Love alive  Our togetherness Over shadowing  My life  The you the me  The us  How can love  Hurt so bad...!!! You whisper my name  My whole being  Comes alive  The feeling of Knowing you all My life   But your a stranger I tell myself Yet my soul connecting To yours instantly I feel warmth  In your words  Drawn to you  In some mysterious way...!!!

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Silence There are three of us in the room You Me And Silence Sometimes Silence is kind Gracing us with hands wrapped tight Breathing deep, scents of each other strong Lets tangled, arms bent, not knowing  Where one ends and the other starts Sometimes Silence is excited Static between us building Twitchy and impatient Eyes large and watching the trees roll by As we drive down the black road Sometimes Silence is content And sits with us while you write words Stroking the keys, like it is a fine instrument And I lay reading, sipping tea across the room on the floor The world is quite and so are we Sometimes Silence is angry Though we haven't experienced this yet, we will And tension will hang like the humid summer time atmosphere While we sit, confused and bubbling, trying to think If ways to say sorry without fumbling with words Because words get in the way And Silence is malleable, fluid Silence is water   ...

Feelings of Love. He does not Know The depth of His Strength. The power of His Silence How delicately he disarms me. Breaks down the barriers of Love lost, Soul Hurt, Time Wasted. He loves my Imperfection Wants my Happiness more than me. This Is The Rib, I Lost Long Ago...!!!

Lost She would sit, lost inside her thoughts.  She saw everyone; they were someone she was not.  She didn't do it just because.  She cared about everyone, but she wasn't content with who she was. She was down quite a lot, Everything took such a toll on her that she always had second thoughts. She spent her life giving, never wanting anything in return.  But when someone gave to her, it always made her stomach turn. She was afraid to take from others, even if it was a nice gesture.  She always doubted it, thinking it could be given to someone better.  She feared rejection, always wanting to be accepted.  But she hoped to never push it too far, because then she would feel neglected. She apologized for everything , hoping to make everything right.  She tried to let nothing go wrong, even if it wasn't her fight.  Her heart was too big for her head to handle, That sometimes she fell...

A Blind Date With a Blind Man A Love Story. Try and find a boyfriend my ass. I yawned, tears obstructing my eyes. I can’t believe I actually signed up for this. As I exhaled from the yawn, I sighed. I wished I wasn't so obedient. That way, I would be able to turn down my sister's "suggestions" that she rudely shoved into my face. Literally. Having a flyer slapped onto your face was not enjoyable (though the flyer did smell nice… like roses ). I unconsciously clenched the flyer in my hand a bit harder as I jumped over the roofs of the building, searching for the building that I really do not want to spot. Damn you, Ino. I hope you come back from the mission alive and extremely happy so that I can bring you to the Yamanaka  Shop, and destroy all your precious flowers in front of you, except for one rose. Then, I’ll let loose wild pigs that’ll chase you around the whole entire village, making you pay for all the damage they've done, and probably...

You Who are you? You, with the slender fingers And wood colored eyes With the soft brown hair Strong arms and long legs Who are you? You, with the laugh that rings And the sweet, deep voice With the pep in your step Light heart and open mind Who are you? You are the light That keeps children safe in the dark You are the ray of sun Peeking through the clouds on a rainy day The heavy metal armor That saves the knight from the sword You are the epic hero Who trudges through his journey You are the thing I know of most And the thing I know about the least I ask again, who are you? You are mine...!!! My love for you cannot be described by romanticized things like ocean shores  or flowers, or pale blue, mornings skies, or distant stars. because oceans kill  and flowers wilt blue skies fade and starlight dies. So the only way that i can say i love you   because i do is trapped within dark emotionless

Life  Story Poem Life , they told her, was a game one only won by the wise, and so she thought it was a shame, that no one made it out alive. Young she was and thus, believed, a difference someday she would make, every chance, she knew she’d seize, and never would she make mistakes. She thought she could win in fact, she was sure, because she was just a kid whose only weapon was hope. Years later, she realized how naive she really was,  herself, she criticized, and hence, the game she lost.

Every time I see you, I want you more and more. Every time you say, " Hi " to me, my heart begins to soar. Every time you touch me, I pinch myself to see if I'm awake. Every time you look into my eyes, it's my heart  you begin to take. Every time I see you smile , I wish that it was at me.

The beginning of love always takes your breathe away. There is nothing like it, The feeling of romantic, crazy love . Of peace, and serenity . To have and to hold someone beside you. You'll never want to let that feeling go. Time after time, you'll find the one you love. And you will never put anybody else above them. Their the only one your thinking  about... The one you would never turn out, until they break your heart time and time again. The touch of affection . The meaning of relation.

What... exactly is a broken heart ? A broken heart is forcing yourself to hang up the phone after you have dialed the first three digits to his phone number. A broken heart is the cold, chattering feeling you receive when you hear her name. A broken heart is when you're crying yourself to sleep every night and yet crying more and more each morning. A broken heart is glancing at the pictures of the two of you, and then quickly turning your attention to something else to avoid your tears. A broken heart is screaming and begging for a second chance inside, but not being able to say it out loud.

I get a funny feeling , it comes from deep inside . I get all mad and angry, wanting to go and hide. My doctor calls it depression, my dad says it's just me. But the thoughts and feelings, no one will ever be able to see. Some say I'm psycho, some say I'm just weird. It's like I'm a different person, and the old me just disappeared .

Best Poems Collection   About Life .. The Tree of Life Coiled spring, analogous tension & pressure, prehistoric neighborhood, cauldron of nuclear power: we were drinking gin & tonics from the planet’s jaw when the news came. Roses are red, violets are blue jeans; cupcakes are cop-food, death is a dinosaur (extinct, et cetera) whispering the future is an old friend shouting “don’t be afraid.” Dear degeneracy, dearer street map of Texas, dearest thrust-to-rocket ratio from which God puts cock to abyss: Modernity, my fucker, is the natural language of structure; our goodwill gets complicated when we break Hell in unsimple shapes. Fourth of July, fifth of July, sixth of stellar lighthouses surrounding space, seventh: one is always coming upon some American city whispering I am some American city & I am the desire to be within it when the sun fries. We dance under the asterisks, dip our toes in the ink. The odds the stars wi...

Southern Gothic The Poem .. Southern Gothic When the rain comes, the only voice to call me in is my own. I know I’m alone now. My feet churn red mud, I slog through the clay earth-slog through my southern blood, groping for traction. I think God made my crooked face from this clay. The pines’ branches bow but each wooded intersection maps a cross. The jagged architecture of magnolia leaves slice water as it falls, framed silhouettes are locked in spider moss. The silhouette of his smile, the taste of him still on the tip of my tongue-a word, his name briefly forgotten. At the creek the cicadas had split the air with their song after waiting seventeen years to open themselves.

There, all night long someone inside of my breasts struggled to breathe, battled to rise up, and wished, wished you were there but was held back by a pair of frozen hands. There, all night long, from the gloomy twigs sorrow rained down, down, someone was falling, falling apart, someone was calling, calling for you, And the air, the heavy air was collapsing on her over and over.

Worlds Best Poems Collection about Life and Love with Beautiful Pictures .. Peace and Quiet the Poem . I want you to stay.  Like the old coins and bread crumbs,  I want to find you tucked between my couch cushions when the rain has me so lonely,  I go looking for you in the only place I know you’ll be. You are hand knit and fresh brewed.  All wool socks and tattoos.  You are small town pretty ,  a lighthouse in an old Texas dust bowl.  You are long road rest stop, dark sky and bright stars. You are peace and true quiet,  the place I leave my permanence when I feel held down by this life of hiding.  You are the body I call home,  so when I drive too far to turn back I don’t feel gone, just drifted. You have built entire lives on the idea of running, entire families on the absence of home.  Can the open road really hold you like those couch cushions could? Of course it would if you’d let it., o...

A B ed Among The Clouds Poem I let balloons go on purpose giving them the freedom I cannot have, the freedom among the storm clouds that I pine for every night, to be blanketed in sheets of rain drops and tucked in by the  fingers of the wind, with the lightning as a night light and a lullaby  hummed from the throat of thunder. But, iron trees put down roots in concrete, and, darling, my feet are fixed to the ground. So, I let the balloons go to give them a bed among the clouds...!!! Candle The Poem Tonight, I need a softer light, a softer night, a different kind of care.. I need an old fashioned thing, simple comfort to wrap me in; candle light so I may hide, in softer shadows, I need the soothe, the gentle flame, for eyes that burn, eyes that prickle.. though I refuse them. Tonight I need to hide, the dark encroaches, and I fear this dreadful ache.. I need the steady flicker, the slow burn wick, to mesmerise, to keep the ni...

And from the greatest pain there will be rebirth…. And that night I had not a single dream, just a silent dark blue. I do not wish to wake. And I won’t.  I am gone. From what’s left will become me. Fragile and delicate, but wiser.  Stronger still. There is no failure in effort. There is not effort that fails. Goodbye, stranger.  The closer I came to you the further away you leapt. Goodbye, shadow. Goodbye, love.