#poem about regret

[bl00dfroma-fairy]

[nothingworthnoting]

when you are feeling lonely

look for me in our favorite memory

and i shall meet you halfway

just like old times

[thatcatinthewindow]

I thought that

in leaving before

you could get attached

I'd be saving you;

I've condemned myself to

a lifetime of

essentially

loving a ghost

[lunior-art]

me when i try to write poems (not great)

Unholy Devotion

I despise you.

Deep-seated hatred

Seeps through.

I despise you.

Every inch of your body

Screams sacrilege

I cannot stay true.

I despise you.

When your voice raw with worship

Pounds in my head

Begging for entry

Stirring ado.

I despise you.

Silent longing exchanged

Across the sea of devotees

Twists my beliefs

All I once knew

As I abandon my virtue.

I despise you.

For this love I cannot undo.

[poetrybynoone]

[heartful-of-ink]

[autumnvortex]

I want to go back

I want to go back when the days tasted like periwinkle; like glitter

My vision blurred from the hot sun outside, but I don't want to go home yet - just five more minutes mom, please!

Sleeping in my childhood bedroom, the snoring from my parents creeping into the room.

The bees are still buzzing and im not afraid of them yet. I run into my mothers arms, and I didn't make any mistakes, I don't regret anything.

I fall asleep in my parents warm bed

[godsfavoritescientist]

Its funny how brutally honest the axolotl poem is. Imagine being the most feared triangle in the multiverse and some giant space lizard tells your twelve year old sworn enemies about the time you saw your own dimension burn and then tells them "[bill] says he's happy, he's a liar." I think if I was Bill Cipher I would put the axolotl at the top of my enemies list for that one

[forkpigeon3146]

somehow i knew, that that moment was the last time we were going to be in the same room together.

the tears had welled in my eyes, it was supposed to be a see you later, not a goodbye, surely i was just being emotional.

and i bit the tears back, the handprints of your hug still felt on my back.

but suddenly, in an instant, you were gone, we had told eachother what we wanted for the future, caught up for the very last time.

3 years of friends, 2 years of love, 1 year of being far apart, it really was just a countdown from the start, wasnt it.

i hope you get everything you wanted, that big house and a quiet life out in the desert.

im sorry i wanted something different from the one precious life we live, i wouldve loved to sit on your dusty porch with you.

[angeloverload]

I don't just want to be loved

I want to be owned

Proudly, loudly

And adored

Take me

Bite me

Hurt me

Just so I know I'm yours

I don't want you to

Lust over my body

I want you to

Live for my words

Keep me

Hold me

Love me

As your only equal in this world

Stay with me

Stand next to me

Overpower me

Because I hold all the power over you

It's a give and take relationship

That is only bad until it's good

No one can take you away from me

Because I would kill them before they could

We can love each other in our own way

It's us against the world

[kogetaikid]

January is My Favorite Time of Year. (Poem??? Idk)

(Sorry this kinda sucks!)

January is my favorite time of year,

And though such opinion may sound queer,

When it comes around that time of year,

There are no big holidays left to fear.

Can it be real?

Can it be true?

The holiday season over

For me and you?

Well lucky for me,

As when the cold December winter falls,

My mixed soul freezes,

It splits its identity

Into different pieces.

Nothing to celebrate,

Just to watch, and

Just to buy.

Just another year

Before you die.

But hey

It’s another year you survived

It’s another year you tried

Now it’s time for 2024 to peacefully die.

Although to some

The new year may see glum,

Though the only thing on its mind is harm

We tried,

And survived last year.

We can do it again.

Now the snow with now no superficial meaning

Welcomes me with open arms

And though life may not seem that fun,

Until next time,

My identity melts back into one.

January is my favorite time of year,

And though such opinion may sound queer,

When it comes around that time of year,

There are no big holidays left to fear.

[nothingworthnoting]

you took away my pain

but you left suffering

im not sure whether

to hate you

or love you

i dont think i could ever hate you

you could set me on fire

and i would be okay with it

as long as i kept you warm

[thatcatinthewindow]

There are multitudes

of what-if's when it comes

to the short story of us that

the questions remain as

bitter reminders on my

tongue that I alone am the

cause of the world between

us and that I burned away

the bridge to our friendship

and made it seem like I

never looked back

but I've

spent so

much time

at the edge

of the

water;

afraid

to take the

plunge.

[ch0kehold-ch3rry-pyth0n]

Blue and I

Blue has never been my color.

I have always favored red.

To my clothes, my fruits, my flowers,

they all had that red that stood out from any other.

Red has always been the one that caught my attention wherever I went.

I associate red with passion, The kind that burns ever so brightly.

These rubies around my neck show this self expression that I dream to hone nightly.

The red that courses through my very veins, my guts I spill when taken for granted.

The red that stains my carpets like a slaughtered pomegranate.

That sweet pigment that adorns my clothes, my heart, my eternally empty soul.

What other color could possibly bring life back to the things that all feel cold?

Blue, the color of sorrows.

Our very atmosphere,

The shade that reflects in our oceans.

I would've never bat an eye

If this pigment tried to challenge my everlasting, wholehearted notions.

When I look at you,

What an unexpected feeling I hone.

Red is nowhere close to blue,

So there he sits alone.

But the difference I see, while vibrant and true,

Somehow, solace still brings me back to you.

One would call me a kindred spirit

With a curse that's in my hair.

While red shows up in small bits,

I find that blue shows up everywhere.

What I had never been looking for before,

Now apparent even when out of my sight.

And I find fright, in new heights,

Shaken to my very core.

Blue wouldn't have approached me before,

While scared and burrowed in the sand,

I somehow find you, stubbornly seeking more.

Blue skies darken with orange and reddish hues,

As blue and I sit together at last,

I feel scared of something new.

Your blue is different from what the eye can tell,

A simmering stove top bites,

Yet we get along quite well.

You're the color of woe,

from head to toe,

Yet you're calming relief I sigh.

Tell me, what's a scorching summer

To a flame that never dies?

As I sit within the boat,

Sailing through these foggy hues,

Looking back out into the deadly waters

Brings me back to black and blues.

Blue and I aren't much different, as I consider their allure.

That’s when blue made red realize,

“I have never felt seen before.”

Oh, What a scene, to feel seen.

As blue now knows this shell of mine.

I find that, no, blue is not my color.

But purple works just fine.

~

Hi this is cringe but I said I'd post the next simp ass poem I write so here it is.

Press me on who or what this is about and I'll make your nervous system collapse via sheer fucking willpower.

[martianbugsbunny]

It's giving Kalluzeb in the jungle of Yavin