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I was never good at playing these games Rolling the dice Going on dates Crossing my fingers and hoping for the best I was never the master of board games Or video games Or games involving…. Me
There was nothing mathematical about the way that I loved you There was nothing logical, or choreographed, or otherwise organized. My love for you is chaos Was chaos Chaos with a vengeance
This is just another love poem Nothing too exciting Just a lost soul grasping to words To try and pull himself out of the dark Love? dark? Didn’t expect those words together? Or maybe you did
Today I am a sad poem Not because of any man Or any woman either Not because there is nothing to be happy about And I have much to be thankful for I am a sad poem because I’m sad
I’ll look forward to the day we can laugh together again And it will be just like it’s always been You hurt me more than you’ll ever know One of the hardest things I’ve ever done was to let you go
I hope the thought of me hurts you and tears you to shreds, And makes you never want to see me again. I hope you fight yourself back from calling me, every time you look at a picture that reminds you,
You exhaled empty promises like carbon dioxide. And I inhale them like oxygen. I guess that’s why whenever I was with you, you took my breath away. And when you walked away was when I could finally breathe.
RUN INTO MY ARMS KISS ME UNDER THE MOONLIGHT SPEND THE NIGHT WITH ME LOVE ME FOREVER I SAY YOU’RE MINE AND YOU SAY I’M YOURS BUT WHEN YOU HUG ME WHILE MY EYES ARE CLOSED
A year ago,I would have done anything to make you stay.A year ago,I had it all in the palm of my handto have it all fall apart six months later.
You were so keen on leavingso abruptly, tooI did not know how to recoverAnd so I wept, and wept, and weptwith the knowledge that I’ll never see you again.
To wake up to the sound of my own broken heart that is the worst way to start the dayTo wake up thinking about how you leftmakes me want to drive a knife through my heartTo wake up not knowing the future of us
I wonder if we wish upon a starfor things to be different from the way they areWould it erase what has originally been written in the stars?
My self-hatred lives inside my breast and pulsates Like a second heartbeat Beat... Beat... Beat... Beats like a drum. End this ceaseless dance End this... End this... End this... Stop.
Pay your respects don't disrespect it's bitter days my mind astray your silhouette drawn by the bay there on the floor
Why is time ticking like this?I hope you can forgive my stuttering pride, for I’m just not sure what I feel anymore.