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Thea Feb 2
In shadows cast by timid moon,
I watch you dance with another's tune.
My heart aches, a silent plea,
For you to know what's inside of me.

Words unspoken, fears untold,
A love that's burning, yet kept on hold.
I see you smile, I see you laugh,
And I wonder if our paths will cross.

But fate's cruel hand has dealt its blow,
And I remain just a silent echo.
Afraid to speak, afraid to lose,
The chance to tell you, my love, my muse.

Each glance exchanged, each fleeting touch,
Leaves me yearning for so much.
But I dare not risk what we have now,
For fear of losing, I don't know how.

So I'll cherish these moments from afar,
Like a distant dream, like a falling star.
And though you may never hear me say,
Those three words I long to convey.

I'll find solace in the quiet night,
And hold onto hope with all my might.
For love, they say, has its own way,
Of finding light in the darkest day.

So go, my love, find happiness true,
Even if it's not with me, but with you.
I'll silently wish upon the stars above,
For you to know of this unspoken love.

And if someday our paths should meet,
I'll greet you with a love complete.
But until then, I'll let you go,
And cherish the love you'll never know.
ben dover Jan 31
my heart burns for you
yet i am left alone
in the dark
as my heart becomes just embers of the roaring fire it once was
extinguished by the cold plunge  
of the unrequited love
of your love for someone
who is not me...
i wanted to write a poem about love <3 hope people like it
Ignata Jan 29
words never mean anything
and the ones that do are never being said out loud
silence is a prophet
a very somber one at that
but we just love to believe in something, don’t we
maybe tomorrow will change everything
maybe tomorrow will reveal nothing
nothing is the antidote for expectation
it’s in the sweet numbness of their rejection
it’s in the bitter aftertaste of your undying hope
it will happen again
I will happen
B Jan 28
Still feel cold, even here
frozen by your long forgotten gaze
crave for the purity of a white centered star
with its boundless, awful blaze.
Bottle of sunblock, useless in the drawer
I want to burn all my skin off
I want to forget who I was before,
peel myself back and call myself yours.

No storms in Scottsdale, Arizona
smells like rough dirt and control
no wetness in my brand new persona
only this chaste stoicism, I extol.
At the mercy of a callous sun
stuck in the convenience store,
with the dollar pack gum
and neon aisles
waiting on someone's merciless son
put me out and call me mercantile.

Bright and unforgiving florescence
security camera nailed to the wall
here forever, herded by invisible presence
popped open, and losing my effervescence
always in stock, always on call.
Middle of nowhere
and still not lost at all
in the land of desperation
all there is to do is wait
holed up in some air conditioned haven
believing in the fiction of fate
something deep inside of me
is going rotten,
threatening to break.
I've gone past my best by date
put me out
out of my misery
tired of this mirage and it's bewitchery
let me into the wild
to fall to my own devices
no longer a fool for you
and all your sugar-sweet vices.
Immortality Jan 28
Him
Amidst the crowd,
I try to see.
Him unknown,
a mystery to me.

Gaze met once,
a fleeting chance.
I told myself,
no mutual glance.
just felt like writing it...
Alex Jan 27
These pretty flowers
Flowers in my aching lungs
are looking like you
polina Jan 25
I have measured out my life with
the sadness I felt with every
One of your lying looks, your deceitful eyes that
Tell me the truth while you say you “love me”.

I have lived out my life hoping
that you could come around, whispering
Honeyed promises that I wish I could believe
But you’ve left me, and every moment of my life
Is now measured with the memory of you.
cowritten in english class with my friend lol
lex Jan 23
do you love me?
or do you love me loving you.
do you care for me?
or do you just want me to care?
I don't know what's colder.
my arms held out, longing for embrace
or the feeling in my heart knowing it will never happen.
Syafie R Jan 16
You call me your dog,
your *****, your fool,
hurling words like stones
to shatter my heart.

I wag my tail anyway,
smiling through trembling lips,
fetching scraps of kindness
from the shadow of your hands.

You call me useless,
a beast beyond learning,
but I only want to please you—
to sit, to stay, to love.

Even as you turn away,
your voice cracking the whip,
I crawl through every wound,
bearing the weight of your name
like a leash around my soul.

For to be your dog
is still to be near you,
and I, the fool,
would bleed to feel you call me mine.
I cried so hard writing this poem. I'm deeply sorry for anyone who has ever felt the need to go to such painful lengths when loving someone. This is for you.
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