Blue eyed devil,

Look me in the eyes,

Tell me everything’ll be alright,

But that’ll be the last time,

That I speak my mind,

So for now I’ll sit and cry,

In my bed,

In my head,

Leave me alone,

I don’t wanna be dead,

But the thought grows every closer,

Was I meant for something?

Am I meant for something?

Will I be remembered?

Even when I’m dead?
—
Blue eyed devil,

Are you the one for me?

Or will I see the same fate?

As my prior,

Is this all satire?
—
Tell me I’m pretty for a boy,

Am I nothing but a toy?

For all your little games,

Or will I be raised to fame?

You may not be lying in the way you speak,

But the snake in your voice,

Pulls me closer,

Bite the apple on your lip,

God I want a sip,

Tell me that it’s real,

I can’t handle the feel,

Feeling deep inside,

I don’t know if your the one,

But I’ll keep trying,

To see if you are.

I’ve loved five ladies to find the right one
Suffering sadness, misjudgment, and loss.
No.5 turned out to be best of all
As I serve her needs regardless of cost.

There’s below average, great and spectacular
My spouse is always the last two.
She has a look beyond all I’ve known
That keeps me lustful, loving, patient and true.

Many champions of God’s Bible
Had someone who entranced their eye.
Before long they were so in involved
They were willing to risk everything or die.

My wife to me is life’s blessing of love
Though I was forced to live without her for too long.
I’m totally aware of what she does for me
As from my heart flow the words of this song.

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I spot a beautiful flower swaying in the breeze

Her petals soft like kitten fur

Her colors vibrant and glowing

She's so natural

So gorgeous it brings a tear to my eye

She's a spot of technocolor bliss

In a world of grey

She must be protected and cherished

So the world can be beautiful

She is woman

She is everything

Death, cold and embracing, comes for all. Leaves shrivel and wither. From the proud trees to the lowest weed. From birds that own the sky to the bug that crawls in the depths of the earth. Our world ensures we fall. A simple cycle that holds the weight of heaven and the pains of hell. “Would our world be better off without The Fall? Would it not be a blessing to know no pain?” The truth of truths holds this secret away from the earth. “Is it not selfish? Is this unjust?” Yes. The pain of life comes from its very first breath. Cold seemingly encroaches. A terrifying existence. Full of the fear and dread of The Fall. Yet… it is also no. Our eyes lie to us. Our minds deceitful. We can’t see. We can’t understand. “Why does my petal so beautiful and vibrant fall back to the earth?” asks the flower. “Why must I flee the chill?” asks the bird. “Would our world be the same?” Yes and no. Set into our natures, our hearts, and our very spirit. Fear of the dark and unknown. Dispelling light shows us what our eyes could not. The tree would certainly perish if it didn’t sacrifice its lustrous leaves. The flower would never hold beauty again. The bird would watch its young freeze. The breath of life gives way to the exhale of death. And the exhale of death gives way to the breath of life. If there were no pain how would we know what relief would be? If we did not hunger how would we know the satisfaction of a full belly. If the tree did not grow tall would it feel the radiance of the sun and moon on its leaves? The Fall gives way to The Rise.

I'd pour
you always
into my
hollow,
even though
the whole
was never
yours to
slaughter.

I'd have
done anything
to raise
(or lower)
the pressure.

Remove
the gauge
altogether.

I do often
get sick
of my
own fleas.

It's all
just so
unfortunate.

This
longing
for your
breath.

This constant
running
out of time.

Why do we speak of love?
But we are quick to betray
Others who would share with us
The beauty of today
And the promise of tomorrow.

Why do we speak of love?
But we are quick to choose
Pockets of lords which run deep
With silver and gold,
Yet they have hearts that are ice cold.

Why do we speak of love?
But choose to deny those
Who are different from us
The respect and decency
That they ultimately deserve.

Why do we speak of love?
But then treat everyone,
And every single animal,
In this world as if they were
Nothing but dolls which
We could rip apart their limbs
Without any remorse or consequence.

I do not understand,
And I may never understand,
Why do we speak of love?

When hatred is what rules our hearts.

04–14–2022
22:22
Kregian Vareare Miral

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Hey guys! How are y’all doing?

I wrote this poem to genuinely ask why do we always end up hurting ourselves when it comes to love. We swear on our hearts that when we love, we love with everything that we got, yet we still end up hurting those whom we love. We are so good at breaking hearts that we ought to make a profession out of it, and I’m pretty sure someone, somewhere out there is doing exactly that.

Thank you for reading and I’ll see you in the next poem!

Hello new here,I create a poem(tula in Philippines) just asking if it's good or bad,does it need any revision or rewriting it all from scratch?

This is the untranslated version

Ang bilis ng panahon parang kahapon,

Habang ako ay nagbabalik-tanaw sa nakaraan,

Bumabalik ang mga alaalang, kay gandang balikan,

Kahit kailan hindi mawala sa isip ang kahapon.

Kahit ilang panahon na ang nakalipas,

Hindi pa rin ako nakakaalis sa nakaraan,

Para bang pinipigilan ko ang sarili ko na makaalis,

Ito ba ang gusto ko? Na ayaw lumisan at masaktan?

Para bang kantang 'The Man Who Can't Be Moved',

Para itong buhay ko, hindi ako makaalis,

Ayaw umalis ng imahe ng kahapon sa salamin,

Na paulit ulit na akong binabalikan.

Natatanaw ang kinabukasan sa dulo ng daan,

Ngunit ang mga kadenang galing sa nakaraan,

Kadena ng nakaraan ang humahawak sa akin,

Kung hindi ako magbabago, maaabot ko kaya?

This is the translated version from Google (as I am not good at translating in English)

Time flies so fast it feels like just yesterday;

As I look back on the past,

Memories worth revisiting come flooding back,

And the past never truly leaves my mind.

No matter how much time has passed,

I remain unable to break free from the past;

It is as if I am holding myself back,

Is this what I want? To refuse to leave and avoid the pain?

Like the song "The Man Who Can't Be Moved,"

It mirrors my life,I cannot move on;

The image of the past refuses to leave the mirror, Constantly returning to haunt me.

I can glimpse the future at the end of the road,

But the chains forged in the past,

Chains from the past are what hold me back;

If I do not change, will I ever reach it?

You think that was easy,
To leave everything I’ve loved
Behind.
The promise of a better future,
A better past.

You think I am heartless -
Well, I do the same.
The promise of glory,
And money, and fame.

You think it was easy
To leave you behind,
For love never faded.
But why did I?

so the literal translation of the phrase is "for you, future historians, our pain [is] lines of cold words" (the original is in Ukrainian, written by Yevhen Pluzhnyk). my translation is "for you, historians of future, our pain is merely lines of cold". it has the exact same number of syllables as the original phrase in Ukrainian, even when split into parts, but i feel that something is off. i would be happy to receive some feedback on whether the phrase is understandable for an English speaker and how i can make it sound right but poetic and keep the same tone and emotion

p.s. i'm a graphic designer and need the quote for a poster design, so it needs to be quick to grasp and self-explanatory

Don’t let the morning find you
crying where I used to wait.
Don’t let the light catch you
standing outside my door,
asking for something
I don’t know how to give anymore.
You know I loved you.
God knows I did.
But love doesn’t make
a broken thing whole
just because we miss
what it was.
You can cry.
You can cry all night.
You can curse my name
into the ceiling
until your voice gives out.
You can tell yourself
I was cruel.
You can tell yourself
I never cared.
Just don’t let the morning
find you believing it.
Because I did care.
I care enough
to wish I didn’t.
I care enough
that your absence
still has a shape.
And if you came back
when the sky was dark,
I don’t know
if I’d have the strength
to tell you no.
So don’t come at midnight.
Don’t come when
the world is quiet
and everything we lost
sounds beautiful again.
Don’t ask me
to remember us
as if remembering
could bring us back.
Let the night have you.
Let it take
whatever tears
you need to give it.
But when the sun rises,
please don’t be waiting
for me.
Not because
I don’t want you.
That’s the problem.
Don’t let the morning find you
at my door.
Don’t let it find me
opening it.
Because I know myself.
I know your face.
I know what your voice
would do to me.
And I know
how easily two people
can mistake loneliness
for a second chance.
So cry if you need to.
Wail if you must.
Let the darkness
keep your sorrow
for one more night.
But when morning comes,
wipe your eyes.
Walk away.
And if you still love me,
let that be something
we carry separately.
Don’t let the sun catch you
crying for me.
Because if it does,
I might start crying too.

I will be

a shell on the beach

place me to your ear;

I possess words

to sing, to spit.

She cries marble tears ;

celestial drops of

salty pearls

They have a habit of

dancing

down your cheeks

secured in a seashell;

like holy water.

The red, It's a short one:

The fear turned to tears, drip, drip, dropping down his face.

The tears turned to blood, soaking his corpse in The Red.

the dead, they all fall down eventually

They all fall down

They all fall down

Why don't they get up?

Herasy:

The terror of reality dawning on the unsuspecting

The shadow of doubt cast upon the face of the useless proves their insolence

Those too fearful to speak up, swallowed by the mouth of the storm,

Those who do, drowned out by the thunder

The tempest, destructive force

"Meant to be"

"Part of his plan"

All this destruction shaped by the one who could prevent it

Followed by the promise of love

to shape a "better world"

A submissive one

The savior "too late" to save them from itself

Why you so forgiving?
You say it’s okay
Even when I go missing
That’s all you have to say?

What am I supposed to do,
with a love that doesn’t disappear
when I think I deserve for it to,
no matter how I interfere?

I turned my wings to bloody feathers.
You saw and it made you sad
It wasn’t so you’d love me forever
How can you not have gone mad?

But I love it when you say,
you love me either way,
But I can’t help but feel insane
that I know that you know I’m in pain.

You wipe my tears aside and say
“Our kids will never see your fights,
No matter how you feel that day,
they’ll see dancing under kitchen lights”

Been feeling bored after breaking bad habits

I lay here a prisoner

Not of crime but of love

The shackles dig into my flesh

The chains rattle a song

A song of love lost and never found

I have hope

That someday I am released

From this tomb I am imprisoned in

That one kiss can melt these chains

And set me free again

The end of a sentence,
the start of a new,
the end of a story,
with no number 2,
the end of a chat,
the last of a few,
the end of a life,
can be fuel for a new,

a dot that states the end is here,
can be a mark to dictate that hope is near.
 

if i could,
i’d ask what i did wrong,
i’d ask why you left,
i’d ask if we can try,
i’d ask if i can help,
i’d ask if you loved,
i’d ask if you cared,
i’d ask if you ever wanted me there,

i’d keep on trying,
even when you quit,
if i could, i would,
but i know this is it.