Hey people,
I'm going to stop writing love poems for awhile. Thanks for reading!
Saturday, 8 September 2018
Saturday, 11 August 2018
That morning...
That morning,
The sun radiated happiness and warmth.
That morning,
The city was busy,
Filled with people.
That morning,
A cafe was incredibly busy,
Like a swarm of bees attacking it's prey.
That morning,
Was the morning,
That she served someone coffee.
That morning,
Was the morning,
That someone confessed.
That morning,
Was the morning,
A new love blossomed.
The sun radiated happiness and warmth.
That morning,
The city was busy,
Filled with people.
That morning,
A cafe was incredibly busy,
Like a swarm of bees attacking it's prey.
That morning,
Was the morning,
That she served someone coffee.
That morning,
Was the morning,
That someone confessed.
That morning,
Was the morning,
A new love blossomed.
Friday, 10 August 2018
Requested poem about someone who has depression because their loved one is dead.
There she sat,
Hidden in the shadows,
Her hands close to her chest.
Her breathing ragged,
As her eyes scanned the room,
Searching for that one voice.
No-one was there to comfort her,
No-one was there to tell her everything was alright,
Not even the person she loved was there.
The pain of loneliness,
Like a sharp knife to the heart,
She's had enough.
What was the point of living,
Without the person she truly loved?
Her heart ached everyday,
Like a scar that can never heal.
She can finally be free,
She can finally,
Be with the one she loved.
Hidden in the shadows,
Her hands close to her chest.
Her breathing ragged,
As her eyes scanned the room,
Searching for that one voice.
No-one was there to comfort her,
No-one was there to tell her everything was alright,
Not even the person she loved was there.
The pain of loneliness,
Like a sharp knife to the heart,
She's had enough.
What was the point of living,
Without the person she truly loved?
Her heart ached everyday,
Like a scar that can never heal.
She can finally be free,
She can finally,
Be with the one she loved.
Sorry A/N
It's the author here! Hi!
Most of my poems are more like stories than actual poems. I'm still trying to perfect my "poems". I'm sorry that my poems aren't actually like poems. Thanks for reading my writing^^!
Most of my poems are more like stories than actual poems. I'm still trying to perfect my "poems". I'm sorry that my poems aren't actually like poems. Thanks for reading my writing^^!
Tuesday, 7 August 2018
A part of Avril Lavigne's song "I love you" made into a haiku.
You're so beautiful,
But that's not why i love you,
I'm not sure you know.
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