Poems on the topic: love

Poems on the topic “love” on Poets.by.

AngryJade Holt

Sure, Go Ahead

Throw me out like last night's empty bottle There must be an abundance of perfect girls in this world You said I was And now she is too? You want to forget about me? Sure, go ahead I guess I wasn't worth your time anyway You said we'd be Forever Forever seems to have been severed by A dagger fashioned of ice You want to stab me in the back? Sure, go ahead.
SadJade Holt

The Raven and the Sparrow

The sparrow and the raven Two star crossed lovers The optimist and the bitter pessimist Together forever But these birds We're not of a feather They said "let's defy fate" And ran away together Suddenly the sparrow is struck By a devious thought "Raven, I'm simply not feeling it anymore" Their love fell like stars from the sky The raven is overcome by woe Pulls out his ebony feathers Screams "I'll never love again" Falls like a star from the sky
SadJade Holt

The Demon and the Anarchist

She, the Demon, the one who could never love or be loved. He, the Anarchist, living in the depths of Hell itself. An unlikely pair. She met him by chance on a rainy day. He had known her for centuries. It was cold. Dreadfully so, and she was the only one who didn't seem to mind. A crowded subway. He fell into her, or could it be he was pushed? No matter. Troubled eyes meet bleak orbs and something is exchanged. A spark, the briefest flutter of hope. Three days later he was hit by a train. She turned to booze to mask the pain. She now loves every man she comes across. He watches quietly from a cloud. His silent tears water the roses that now cover his grave. She gives more of herself away each day.
RomanticJade Holt

Tell Me

He imagines the darkness to keep his own mind at bay She'd give anything to know the definition of joy, just for a day Seperate these two souls can't find peace As one they are a distraction at the least Tell me how darkness can fight the night of a different kind Tell me why to sunsets this young girl is blind Tell me a story both beautiful and sad Tell me of knights and death and the life you once had Tell me that you love me No matter how unwhole Tell me that you need me With every fiber in your soul Tell me worthless sweet nothings Tell me of love, gained and lost Tell me why sorrow appears in your eyes When we kiss
SadJade Holt

Illusions

Love As well as joy Is merely but a fleeting illusion You catch a glimpse of it A flicker of movement in the corner of your eye You turn quickly So as to catch it And cling dearly to it In order to soar high above the clouds Though only for a short time Because one must come down from all highs Falling hopelessly But It's not always a direct freefall Sometimes you float slowly down The depression creeps ever so quietly back into your soul
RomanticJade Holt

The Fingers of a Pianist

I watch his musician's hands Waiting Hoping Praying That someday Those pianist's fingers Shall be entwined with my own To someday call the pianist mine Is but a fond dream I long for the sensation of his fingertips playing a song on my skin Alas To the pianist I am invisible, merely a face I mean nothing I always have And I fear I always will
SadJade Holt

Don't You Dare

Don't call me beautiful Until you have seen the scars that caress my body Put there by my own hand Until you have seen the bruises on my stomach from pinching the loose skin there Because I'm not satisfied with my body Until you have seen the way my hair looks in the mornings Before I spend what seems like years fixing it. But If you can kiss my scars and love me anyway Because everyone makes mistakes If you can hug me around the waist from behind In that way that gives me chills If you can tangle your fingers in my hair when we wake up Our bodies pulled close together Maybe Maybe then I will believe you
RomanticJade Bagnall

* * *

I didn't say it -shuts lip. It never happened- forget it. I didn't speak, you didn't hear, the three words we want- so near. You know I really like you, and you're obsessed with me. But take some time, and this rhyme, to get how crazy 'us' can be. This could really end quite badly. This could tear us both in two. But the thing you see, so obviously, is you need me. I need you. Lets just take a moment, lets not start the tears. Lets not put fuel to fire- we knew this was always going to be near. Thing is I can't stop saying, can't stop running through my head Your smile, your laugh, your dreams, your arms- laying me down to rest. I want to snuggle in your breath. I'm warm with you, best guest.
SadJacques Shepherd

October Morning

Oh, my beautiful October I wish to embrace your morning I shall take a walk Though I may catch a chill. I trudge through the fields In the Surrey countryside Walking Gip and Meg As the sun reaches its height. I satnd on top of Box hill Whilst the dogs sniff for a rabbit Could it be that this is where I last saw you? My dearest October Morning. This is where we said "Hello" And this is where we said "Goodbye" This is where you made my heart complete And this is where you broke it.
SadJacob Quigley

loneliness

Back to the page Is what I say Back with the pain I gave away to gain My happiness Which is starting to fade So I stay away From those who come to play Starting to feel the pain I cannot run away Can you save me? Can you love me? No... I'm the one who faded Now you feel the pain Until you come my way...
SadJack Frost

Ceramic Vase

I'm sorry my dear love... I just can't choose a decision... I'm not ready to uplift your name... I must let go of our chronicles... But your fragile ceramic skin... Just so plain and so breakable... I can't stand watching you being tormented... Shattering down all the things you enjoy the most... But I'm just not inexplicably ready... Nor sure of my compassionate decisions... There's one thing that's pulling me away... Love it is, but so uncertain, so faded to perceive... I don't want to pick up the shattered pieces I made... Because it's nearly impossible... For me to salvage without getting hurt... It's just so hard to let go...
RomanticJack Frost

Snowflake

In the fault line where my vunerability gives to take Where no crevice is left as my remedy Will you be my snowflake... And fall for me ?

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