Best Firstlove Poems
Why would you waste my time
My effort poured on you
I give you all my energy,
But you dont follow through
You stop sending me messages,
leaving me without a clue
How am I supposed to know
That your feelings are not true
I like you more then a friend
But I won’t go tell my mum
As soon as she knows of you then
she thinks that your the one
If you go trippin out on me
then that’s it now your gone
If your planning on ghosting me
Then just leave now we’re done.
MY FIRST LOVE
When i saw you first time my heart
Started beating fast and fast
I only want you to be the last and last
You are like a flower whenever i saw you
A smile creplt on my face
And i want you to become my ace
I know that you are not in my destiny
But
I am sure your are always been in my fantasy
You are that amazing person whom i
See in my imagination
Now i even started hallucination
I just want a favour
To you be in my dreams FOREVER
EVER.....
And EVER....
-d.c
What is Love..asks all, knows none,
Some believe its fake,
Others call it true,
As it teaches you lessons,
Taught by none,
Often considered to be a blessing,
Which later turns into a burden,
Yet what it is knows none.
I believe its something more,
A feeling so pleasant,
A thought too bright,
Its what brings you joy,
To the fullest of thy soul.
But be careful as it takes no time
To end all as it was never done.
It is that essence of life,
Which is too delicate,
So handle it with care and respect and concern,
Cause if you dont it may vanish,
Its that power which brings you freedom,
But once you lose it,
Be ready to regret it forever,
For what you cant value,
Should never be yours.
And then the person once soo important,
Becomes the one we want to confront,
But cant due to the hesitation,
That leads us too deep into frustration,
Until we really understood,
That the true love is not what we were feeling,
But its that we first felt in our mothers womb,
It is she who everyday wakes us up,
Cooks us food and ties our shoes,
True love is what our mother gives us,
Not the one we often mistake.
So respect it while we have time,
Cause once its lost,
It will be fulfilled by none.
There’s a box lying somewhere.
Somewhere in a dusty cupboard.
Somewhere behind old paper, older words, and wounds older still.
Somewhere no one can find it.
I think about it, sometimes.
Sometimes, when I breathe.
Sometimes, when I exhale puffs of grey smoke and let those rashes bleed.
Sometimes, when in the dead of night, my lashes are wet.
Sometimes, when I’m looking somewhere, lost and stumble upon a sunset.
Apples and peaches,
Magentas and vermilions,
Pearls and emeralds,
all strewn across a cobalt, teal sky.
The sky you loved.
I drown in it when no one’s looking.
No one would understand, anyway.
I miss them reflected in that shard of glass we held together.
The one that broke, in giggles and hysterics, that very summer.
The one that I, upon a whim, hid in a wooden chest.
The one that I, with trembling hands, unlatched years later.
Long after you had left.
And it’s much too late
to go back
Much too late.
The flashlight was too dark to be noticed
And the passion was too young to die forever
Why is my mind wavered !!
Why is the moment of hope !!
I am a passer, of hearts,
With joy in letters,
These eyes steeped in mischief,
I wrote the name on my heart,
There is a panic in the chaos, why !!
Love is there, why !!
You are the dream of a poet
You are part of incomplete hearts
Have love with you,
What do you think of me?
Beats in the heart, why is there !!
Picture in thoughts, why is it !!
Why is my mind wavered !!
Why is that....
---sankalpmollick
NA poetry contest
Sponsor: Ink Empress
3rd Place.
The beauty you see in me is a reflection of you ~ Rumi
To me, you were
my youth.
The remainder of my childhood dreams,
the obscure smiles of benign warmth
the gentle whispers to a tear so meek
the flower bed veiling a breathing corpse.
And I had seen cruel strife
Trees of shade being cut off
Sipping the blues drained of life,
I bore the scars of alabaster loss.
And I was told miracles exist
but people who get them don’t prevail
you lifted me so, I insist
painted my days, thawed my scalding maze
Stringent change left my cries muffled
I was just running, regretting the passing days
But you changed how I saw the world
let me pause, if not stop my ways
You made the skies live
you gave rain meaning.
You made winds breathe
you gave me meaning.
And I-
Loved.
Beneath every roses,
I searched for your petal...
That last leaf is my respite,
You are a beauty in my heart...
The soil that shed my tears,
Created that lost rose...
That last leaf is my respite,
You are a beauty in my heart...
Beneath every hearts,
I searched for my soul...
A last respite in my heart.
I love you, or your face is still a thought.
As my perplexed mind feels safe when you are around.
This calmness serene moment answers my existence,
A walk uphill doesn't feel tiring anymore,
Your hand is like an antidote.
An anectode about you can fill my blank pages,
I am thrilled for those who would read about you after we are gone.
If world can't be perfect,
God can see you how you are,
the only exception he made so far,
One day my hands will not remain strong enough,
To save you from heaven's call,
Would I scream in agony,
Or become a co- passenger,
for our next innings in some other worlds,
So far.
Oh, I want to go back
To when forever was possible
When I was still falling asleep on your couch
When our only fears were of monsters in the dark
When we would get so mad at our parents for not letting us have sleepovers
I miss you so much it physically hurts
But I would go through the pain
Over and over
I’d embrace the tears spilling like ink from my pen
If we could just be us again.
You stripped me from my innocence.
painted me black and blue you'd tell me that you loved me but honestly it wasn't true.
You told me I was beautiful and that no one else compared.
Expect for the entire naiborhood who would have stopped and stared.
you told me not to tell anyone and even if I dared it wouldn't have honestly mattered because no one would have even cared.
You told me no one could love me and you sore your words to be true.
You stole me from my innocence & painted me black and blue.
It’s not our world anymore, there's more than just you and me
But there wasn’t when we carved our names into that tree.
Have you heard
the one about the
birds and the
bees?
I never much liked
it myself, because it
soured the taste of
our innocence.
Or maybe our
innocence soured
the taste of us.
So much for happy endings,
and so much for love.
So much for innocence,
and so much for us.
You’re an old slow dance.
You’re an old song.
And if I’m being
honest—
I still think back to that
time I slow danced with
your decaying love in
my palms.
And it still
makes me
smile.
Distant from rest,
our love wasn't the rain ,
not thunder nor quake ,
it resided in profound silence,
to the extent of hearing eachother's thoughts,
Like echoes blending into one,
In these moments ,
found solace and grace ,
a language of Whispers,
Like secret trysts.
But I ruined it all ,
draining the hues from your eyes ,
yours eyes once vibrant ,
now stained with stories unsaid ,
all I glimpsed was blurry lines ,
that's the end of us ,
a love that can't be whole .
Somewhere there’s a
sunflower poking out from
the corner of a concrete
barrier, going unnoticed
by everyone except
myself.
And it makes
me wonder:
They say when
you fall in love with
an artist, you
can never die.
But what
happens when
an artist falls
in love? Do
they continue
capturing futures,
or only retrospective
moments?
Time is an old
concept—or shall
I say, odd?
Because
I see you in soft shadows
and storefront glass, in
wilted flowers I forget to
water, in poems that
end.
I used to paint what
might be, but now I
only trace the edges
of what has been.
They said that love
would make my work
eternal. But no one told
me it would make me
feel so unfinished.
Oh, and
that thing I
asked about
the artist?
You can forget about it.
I think I’m starting
to care less and less
about him.