wrong thoughts
you thought you were so special
you thought he still loved you
you thought he'll come back
you thought so much
but you're wrong.
Poems on the topic: love
Poems on the topic “love” on Poets.by.
It was love..wasnt it??
it was love,wasn't it
the touches , it was love
the kisses , it was love
the holds , it was love
the tears, it was love
but it wasn't enough
not enough, was it?
and he walked away like it was the easiest thing to do
showed that it wasn't love but infatuation
"You Don't Need Me"
You don't see the way it hurts me when he says he loves you.
You don't feel the way my heart aches when you speak of his kiss.
You don't know the tears that flow from my eyes are because you love another.
You simply do not know that I love you.
You don't need to know, though, because you love another.
You don't need to get over him; I need to get over you.
You don't need the love I long to show you.
You don't need me like I need you.
You don't need my love. You are my best friend.
"Crush- Haiku"
Fawning over one.
Tender kiss, shyly stolen.
Sweet nothings whispered.
Love, a Lost Cause?
I sit and wonder
Wonder if love was forced
What if love was not real
I love music
May my life be devoted to music
For my music loves me back
I watch couples kiss and dance
A few weeks later
Watching them wanting to kill each other
Maybe love isn't something you should think about
Maybe, just maybe
It should be lost
Never to be touched or seen again
Ink Stains
We sat on the bus today after school
I took the blue vial of ink and gave it to you
Warning, telling you that you shouldn't open it
You did anyway
Those ink stains on your hands
Oh, I wish I could be a stain in your memory
Never leaving always there
My mother said something to me today
The ones we love the most
Can hurt us the most
What if you hurt me?
I like you more than most of my buddies
What if, I end up liking you to the point
I don't want you to leave
I'll be sad to even think of that day where you walk out of my life
When you leave my side
Letting Go, Being Free
Here we are
With one quest in life
To be free
How is this virtuous prize to be won
Where is it to be found
To be latched down by your own life
By your own heart
To love someone with your heart
And for them to not love back
Them being your lock to freedom
And the key saying, 'forget'
Forget that love
For it will never be returned
Forget those feelings
For they likely have been pushed aside
Forget those memories
Dream Boy
Your eyes are green…
Or maybe brown or blue
But whatever color they are
They remind me of spring.
Your hair is brown…
As brown as a grizzly bear’s coat.
Or as brown as a big oak tree’s bark.
You laugh as if there is no tomorrow.
You are my dream boy.
Tall as a tree?
That you are.
Brave and strong.
You are my dream boy.
Your hands are like butterflies
In orchestra.
Your smile….oh,
My love
Every time my heart beat it beat in time with yours
Every time I took a deep breath your lungs filled with air
We were completely in sync
Mind and body
Heart and soul
We will always be linked even though you aren't here
I miss feeling you
hearing you
Just knowing that you were mine
You, my love
The one I made and the one who made me
No one like you
You feel like sunshine
A warm ray beaming down across my skin
Soaking you in
You aren't around often
No one could ever find sunshine like you
You feel like moonlight
A cool shimmer lighting up my sky
Watching you grow
You aren't around often
No one could ever find moonlight like you
Infection
Infected with your love
The virus infested in my heart
It grew around my body eating away at my mind
It ran through my blood and I it's willing host
Like water seeping into every gap
The doctors couldn't prescribe me anything
They said it's too far gone I'm sorry there's nothing we can do
The machine went flat and a long beep came out
Your face drained of colour, you moved to her face
Realisation infested your mind
The guilt grew around your body
You are bow the host
DOUBLE SIGHT
An aberration in my eyeglasses
gives me a tiny bright star next to Venus,
down and to her right, as if
her hand is curled in a fist,
slightly raised.
I like to think of Venus
with a fist—a soft
Tai Chi fist with all the strength
of exquisite balance behind it.
Love-and-Beauty smiling a lazy smile,
knowing that hate-and-ugliness
is nothing but a nattering nuisance,
a foolish foe with no notion at all
of her power.
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