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NAtional Poetry Month

Pain.

People come into your life to help you succeed.

But they also come into your life to ruin things you cannot see.

Ive met the ones who love me most, but have placed bets with the ones who’ve shown no growth.

How do I move on from people that constantly pain me?

When the thing I love most is being your lady.

I cry myself to sleep, showing I am the one whose incomplete.

And who’s to blame if the pain I feel takes over me.

Maybe I’ll swim on the shore, because this new life I can take anymore.

The water so clear, I could lay here for the rest of my days.

The sand so soft I can make my last breath stretch with no fear.

I hate how much my heart does change, because breaking down is like my fairly new game.

I feel so empty and insecure, that every time I try, everywhere just starts to hurt.

My heart breaks down so much it overwhelms me like a curse.

I cry myself to sleep showing I’m the one who’s full of remorse.

Clearly I am the one who’s incomplete, and who’s to blame if the pain I feel, always seems to take over me.

So please help me as I stumbled drift away.

The beach is nice, so this is where I will stay.

Short poems

Goodbye.

Knowing you, and staying awhile. Living long and running a mile. Feeling good, but inside I’m down. This world is crazy and I’m stuck on how. How to feel, how to love. But, for some reason I can’t stop myself from flying above. Saying goodbye to the pain inside. Know it may be wrong, but I’m ready to stay so long. So long to you, my baby, my boy, my joy. Right now we’re okay, but soon it will be time to say goodbye to you anyway.

Lazy Love.

Feeling bad, but inside I’m mad.

This world is crazy, our love is hazy…

How do I love you when your love to me was lazy?

Maybe we’ll meet again one day, and say hey I knew you.

but soon well be strangers forgetting the days, we laid in dismay.

Grandpa.

I look at the grass, I smell the flowers. I am so happy I could just stay here for hours. I stare at the sky, and I can’t help but wonder why, life can’t look like this forever. I love the rain, I feel no pain. Being here alone makes my heart swell, I just can’t explain.

Above I see a dove. I know you’re watching over me, I pray everyday that you are proud of me. Because every night, I vow to be the person you raised me to be. I love you forever, you with your bright red sweater. We will meet again and I will explain why you leaving, was for the better.

Sad love poems

Why?

Why is it that every time I fall in love, everything goes wrong? Why is it that every time I like you, your fist gets strong? Why is it that every time I get kissed I think of you? It makes me wonder, why our love ended extremely out of the blue. I met someone last week and it ended so quick. Every time I fall in love it ends so fast. Seems as though I can’t blame anyone, but the past. I see you and I miss you, but then you text me and I diss you. I loved you for so long, that every time I move on, it quite frankly doesnt last long. Making me blame you and the past.

Alone.

No matter where I go, what I do. There’s no changing to this feeling I’m painting. I brush off how I feel because I know for a fact nothing feels real. I sit, and stare, wondering why no one’s there. I jump off a cliff every time I speak, because I feel as though my heart has hit its peak.

I Hate U.

I hate you so much, but I want to feel your touch. I can’t help it much, but I want to be with you, like some sort of clutch. You got me losing my mind, so much so this feels like a very hard time. Trying not to feel so weak, when for some stupid reason I seem to love you more each week. Fighting back the part of me that wants to say, baby Im all yours, please just give me another day. So that we can come back to each other and say Hey.

Long poetry

Waste

Time spent with you was as beautiful as as the way you looked. But the time away from you has made me realize how much I hate you. Our love has ended, our puzzle solved. Why would I salvage our love when you mean nothing at all. You’re sick and twisted and disgusting too. I hate you and I don’t know what to do. You made me smile everyday until you didn’t anymore. Our love has ended and I should thank god it did, because now my heart isn’t on the floor. I guess it’s time to say goodbye. Who would have known how time would fly. Time spent with you was as terrible as you. But that time together, also showed me what it was like to be happy with only a few. I miss you everyday, I wish you could be mine. But why would I want to be with someone, who liked to watch me cry. Goodbye my love, goodbye my friend. I think it is time we never see each other again.

Mine

Sitting here looking at the view wondering how much I mean to you. Sitting here starting something new, because I can’t take my eyes off of you. Feeling as high as I can be because I know with you I can just be me. A one of a kind, hope someday you will be mine. Mine: a tail as old as time. Two different people, but their rhythms rhyme. Moving to the music, knowing everyday is a time to be alive.

More poetry!

Words.

Smile.

Everyday is worth a smile. Believe in yourself and show the world why your smile should stay awhile.

Hurt

All I could think about was how much she was staring at everything you do. But what makes me feel dumb, is the way I always knew.

Emotion

Emotion is what pushes you through. Emotion is what can make you feel brand new. Being happy and sad are both feelings. Both can make you feel as though your heart can touch the ceiling.

Prom

We should have danced all night. We should have kissed every sight. But instead we fought, and I sought after every word. Trying to see if you still loved me. I danced alone, while you kept your phone, by your side. Not showing what you were trying to hide.

Why??

Why is it that every time I fall in love everything goes wrong? Why is it that every time I like you, you do me wrong? Why is it that every time I get kissed, I think of you? Im so tired of being alone and thinking of you. I met someone last week, and it ended so quick. I had no time to think. Every time I fall in love, it ends so fast. But, I guess I can’t blame anyone but the past.

Red

Red is a color.

Red is a rose.

Red is a meaning.

That what you feel has some sort of intervening.

Red is the blush in your cheeks.

When you’re trying to get past a very hard week.

Red is what I see, when I’m angry.

So play fair and in the end you can thank me.

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