#poetryrocks

[afreenisnotapoet]

Paint me a picture

Paint me a picture, sing me a lullaby, pick up the thorns on my fence,

My promises are like the morning dew, indistinguishable from the raindrops that fell,

Paint me a picture, call me your muse; enchant me with your stories,

Then tell me that I put you back together with fallen pieces of my own,

Paint me a picture, burn me with the flames within you, like a hill set on fire,

Tell me that my lies show you roads that make you feel like you’re heading home,

Paint me a picture, call me your angel; put a halo over my horns,

Colour my black ashes with white and put on your favourite Christmas song,

Paint me a picture, count your blessings when your only curse sleeps next to you,

I know that I’ve given you wounds, but all you see is the smile I’m faking,

Paint me a picture, call my scratches on your face love marks I’ve left behind,

Burn like Notre-Dame, leave me to mourn your history; your legend,

Paint me a picture, walk blindfolded with me; thinking I’m taking you to the sunset,

But all that I’ll do it push you over the cliff; only saying I warned you before,

Paint me a picture, lie down when you finally realise that red isn’t just the shade of my lipstick,

Call me yours, even when I’ve broken you down, burn down the house we called ours.

-afreen

[amandamateja]

Breathe Again

Let me breathe again,

I ask of you,

please take your hand away from my face.

Gentle is not your middle name.

Let me breathe again,

I am begging you,

I want to hide from your disparaging tongue.

Whispers of sweet nothings dissipate to your clamorous and hateful tones.

Let me breathe again,

I miss you,

where the hell did the one I love go?

The games you play are no fun.

Let me breathe again,

I need you,

let the beauty of our love return.

Don't let the fire of our passion give way to flames of malignant and burning pain.

Let me breathe again,

I love you,

you will forever be holding my heart.

It's been broken and even shattered,

but you can mostly lay claim.

Let me breathe again,

it won't be easy,

neither one of us can just walk away.

//Amanda Mateja

[inspiredink]

A Poem by Elly Frost

i’m going to a place where the memory of it doesn’t creep around every corner, where the writing on the wall can’t find me;

i’m going to a place he’ll never touch, never know, never exist in; i’m going to a place where the bike tracks in the dirt road could never possibly belong to him.

goodbye to this fast-beating heart, to this aching chest, to this ball of nerves tightening in my stomach every time i ever entered a room where he might’ve been;

goodbye to this tender melancholy, to this violent frustration, to this pointless adoration that had grown deep inside my bone marrow from the moment i entered this place, from the moment i first saw him.

i’m going to a place where the sun rises an hour later, where none of them can follow, where i can leave all this behind and live on my own for the first time in months without the weight of love bearing down on my fragile shoulders.

my name is elly frost, i'm from the uk, 22 yrs old, student of languages, most of my poetry is about my year spent in berlin, currently working on a volume of poetry that i intend on publishing at some point.  

[netwrites]

31/05/2019 - Shared memory - Copyright - Nikki Thomas, net.writes

There's plenty of words that form in my head,

From things I write down,

To things I should have said,

But no words live up to a memory we share,

Of a road between us,

Holding each others stare,

In them moments no words were needed,

Because falling in love with you,

Made words catch in my throat,

And created poetry in my heart.

[bell-honey-well]

[About]

Even when

The seas have dried,

The trees have died,

The earth has cried,

I

Will not

Know enough.

[eefrostpoetry]

let me take your hand & read your palm & find out how much blood lives in your heart

e.e.

[euesworld]

"You were timeless, timeless and alive.. driving me mindless like a sign that has lights, but I was left sightless.. you were as a blissful kiss upon the wind, floating through to the terrifying heavens. Reaching through the fingers of sin, I beseech you to rethink this again.. you are the blanket of stars above me.. lost, lonely, lovely, left lethargicly levied in love, above me. How far can we go on this tragically, terribly tough, tormented trajectory, this is not victory.. this is us alone, sipping from an empty cup with lips that drip with the essence that some may call love. Your friendship finds forever in my failure for fury, flirtatiously failing my feelings absurdly.. these words that elude me, consume me, dooming me to these looming, fuming tunes that were imbued in me. Saying sorry sadly, sadistically sitting silently.. savoring the memory of you violently, madly meandering minutely, missing more of you so astutely. All I'm trying to say is that I apologize, absolutely angered at all this end of us as friends.. maybe one day you can see me on my knees with an outstretched hand.. waiting for the days of friendship with you again. Until that day my heart is weak like a paraplegic, leaking bereavement like seepage, seeking saving so sincerely like a Christian at church on the weekend.. with my fingers across my eyes, without peaking I leave you with this statement: 'I hope one day you can forgive me and hold my heart as a friend once again, that part of you reawakened.. no longer sedated. I'm here waiting for your hate to fade and we can be friends yet again..' your friend Eue, from his lips to your forehead, and lips of my heart imbued.. these words, from me to you."

I apologize from the heart - A heartfelt and extremely long poem by Eue - To my friend Diane

[wachtuiltje]

A journey to avoid

the last time I was daydreaming

about a world in peace

with people enjoying themselves to the full

instead of quarreling and fighting

is easy to remember

as I wish that day will come

all the time indeed

I sincerely hope I do not have

to travel away from our planet

to wait for it elsewhere

but if I have to wish upon a star

so may be it!

*

wachtuiltje 2018 🗿