Lovers Poems
Just another one
by Kseniia Koliadina
Sweet wind, broken glass, empty halls, and at last
Real pain cuts my soul with the puzzles of trust.
Your lies, nothing new, are created by lust.
You are, after all, just like them, the outcast.
And now, we are broken by us; that was fast.
But just as expected, like those before us
We cast to the void of irrelevant past,
Like those before us, before us…
A requiem for love
by Roxana Darvish
To find a trace of your tender touch,
I'd shatter my own heart;
I look back with a depth of despair,
to see why we are apart.
Was it all my fault;
Or our love was simply done?
Was the fault yours?
Or the hateful world once again won?
......
only his insanity
by Bogdan Dragos
the last time he went out of
his mind he liked it
so much there
that he never came back
not even after the
alcohol left
his blood
he keeps writing to this day
......
Childish Rose
by Lana T.
Before today,
The warmest voice gave.
This peal crescent adored you,
Shared the light through your name.
Before I woke,
A few times ago,
My frame had flight,
Moments had soul.
......
glassy eyes and salty rain
by Bianca Gibson-Brown
That thundering afternoon,
I reached for you,
Glassy eyes and salty rain.
Time was running out,
But still you pushed away,
Why couldn’t you understand?
Your eyes brush over me,
My trembling, heaving breathes mixed in the roar of the wind,
......
"Statue"
by Author Reinvented
Somewhere in the garden,
There's a statue of me and you,
It's made of Stainless steel and resistant to rain
And the birds may sit and crap on it,
Cars may splash some mud on it,
But with a good pressure wash that'll all go away,
It may not be gold or silver,
Not made of precious metals,
......
glassy eyes and salty rain
by Bianca Gibson-Brown
That thundering afternoon,
I reached for you,
Glassy eyes and salty rain.
Time was running out,
But still you pushed away,
Why couldn’t you understand?
Your eyes brush over me,
My trembling, heaving breathes mixed in the roar of the wind,
......
Childish Rose
by Lana T.
Before today,
The warmest voice gave.
This peal crescent adored you,
Shared the light through your name.
Before I woke,
A few times ago,
My frame had flight,
Moments had soul.
......
only his insanity
by Bogdan Dragos
the last time he went out of
his mind he liked it
so much there
that he never came back
not even after the
alcohol left
his blood
he keeps writing to this day
......
A requiem for love
by Roxana Darvish
To find a trace of your tender touch,
I'd shatter my own heart;
I look back with a depth of despair,
to see why we are apart.
Was it all my fault;
Or our love was simply done?
Was the fault yours?
Or the hateful world once again won?
......
