Another Untitled User Submission by D.M.C.B

Exhausted, I lie in bed at the end of the day

knowing that I have achieved nothing

but miss you more than I did yesterday.

Is it lonely there in my dreams?

I should only hope

that the memories in my mind

are enough to keep you company –

heaven knows they aren’t for me.

By d.m.c.b
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Knight

They are brutish beings

Who rely on

Elegancy and grace,

And nothing else.

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Cute love poem my girlfriend wrote for me

I love bubbs with all my heart,
It's been this way from the start.
My love for him will never cease,
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Avard31

This particular poem I wrote for the beginning of a movie script that I am writing for fun. It is based on my beautiful girlfriend of three years. I hope you enjoy it.

This love transcends all space and time
Our only purpose is to hear "you're mine."
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Loving Me

Loving me is like trying to venture into the deep, cavernous wasteland of the shattered pieces of my soul. I seriously don't know what will be left of you when you return...a hollow shell of a human being when someone like me has disposed of you.

Loving me is going to end with the essence stolen from your very being. Not a very charming proposition, but there it is.



By: Evelynn Hohenbrink

Whole

Stop showing
You love me
A little at a time.
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Strangers

A stranger.

A stranger lies in front of me
but he didn't used to be one.
This stranger used to look at me
but now he looks at no one.
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Be Sweet To Me

the limbs are bare
exposed to the elements
vulnerable without
the cover of obvious beauty

shuddering at the slightest breath
and reachout out for shelter
in the season's embrace
swept up in the moment
and carried by the restlessness
of falling over and again


By frost42_24

Romantic Haiku

A simple yet mysterious haiku. Very cool please read:

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That Feeling

You know that feeling?

That feeling.
It only happens once in a while,
and it happens when you meet someone special.
You feel complete.

It feels like rose petals are flying around everywhere,
every time a pleasant breeze blows.
In the ocean of emotions, I am floating on the top.
I feel so light I believe I can fly.
All I have to do is spread out my wings
and I'll be flying.
But I can't do it alone.
I need you there with me, because without you,
the rose petals all fall to the ground,
the pleasant breeze stops blowing,
and I start feeling heavier,
and drown to the bottom,
where only the most hated of the emotions stay.
Without you,
I will be left incomplete.


By Nux

Cute Love Poem

I really like this one a lot

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A Poem For YOU

In this world of Uncertainties

I’m the man that you can trust

And in my words of sincerity

That my love would never last.

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Loved

i love you he said
and i loved you too.
the word is loved,
past tense.

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I Hate Love Poems

I hate love poems.
I love it when he writes them for me.
I love it when he recites them in my ear,
But i hate love poems.

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The Bitter Cold

Like ice my heart hardens with the cold
My heart is dead and black, tossed aside, ripped asunder
Like lightning you have struck me down
You have broken my hopes just as thunder
Empty is my soul, without you I am but desolate flesh
You left me out in the dark
Was this what you wanted from the start?
Your rejection of my love has left me hallow
When I hear your voice it’s now tears that follow
When I sleep I am alive for I dream of you
But when I am awake I am dead for you are with someone new
Your beauty haunts my every thought Why my friend?
We had such happiness, one that could never be bought
On my love! I am ruined for you are no longer my love
You were my most cherished star, more beautiful than the heavens above
I was yours; my heart to you it was sold
But you have left me broken, numb, and cold


by Jason Mitchell



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That Breeze

It's not often that I write on a whim
that I blow off real work to ponder life,
yet I write so today, because today
I realized that if I hadn't gone up there,
up to the balcony
I would have never met him--a great chance to speak words
which I cannot speak every day.
What a lovely accent he has, how it reminds me
of places far away
Much like another boy I once knew--
and will know again.
Yes, I am certain of it,
because just now, a breeze came through the window.
A lovely breeze from far away
which ruffled my hair
and made me remember
that he's still there.

By Sarina101


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