r/Poems

You’ll love me when I’m no longer here to be loved.

You’ll long to hear my voice when silence is all that is left.

You’ll reach for my touch when I can no longer feel.

You’ll ache for all of me when none of me remains.

You’ll miss me when missing me changes nothing.

Now is all you have.

PG

People say they don't know what love is,

Yet hesitate not to seek the things that they find love in,

They can love the thrills, chasing money up the hills, fall deep in the pleasure of fantasy, but to match the love of someone's heart for them, they forget if love is real,

So much effort towards what they truly want, ready to dance when the music starts, grooving to the beat of traumas past, changing the tune on the love they say they feel at last,

Trapped because you want the best for them, lost because you tried your best for them, broken because they say they're running from love, but love is exactly what they're giving from,

People say it means nothing, the bag, the options, the attractive like, or the attention, yet also speak of love for you, when it's clear of what they really love as it's you that's always missing,

Many people should just make that clear, before they go & disappear, what it is that people really love ...

I can’t stop thinking of you
In all the invasive ways
And all the ways that so gently love
Every part you’ve shared with me
Is every part I’ve shared with you
I don’t know who we are
But I know how you make me feel
And all I want is more
More of us in this world
More of me
More of you
Sharing time and space
Simultaneously
Eye to eye
Face to face
Soul to soul

You’re the only one I sin for
Yet I know I should let go
I just don’t know
That if I do
Will I lose you also?
When the day comes
Where I can confess my entire heart
Only then will I truly know
Who we are

Wish we’d fallen in love as kids, in the most innocent way,
Sitting on a curb enjoying popsicles on a summer day.

To giggle at the silliest things,
“Let’s see who can go the highest on the swings!”,
Or ride our bikes around the block,
And cover the sidewalk with colorful chalk.

Two careless kids climbing up trees,
Running around with scraped knees.
Spending hours together at the park,
“I spy with my little eye something red..!”
[blurted into empty streets]
as we began walking home before dark.

Now we run from love for our own sake,
Wish we’d fallen in love, before we experienced a heartbreak.

The way you think i feel about you is so far from how I feel

Because I know within myself that what I felt for you was real.

And just because we arent together doesnt mean that I dont care

No one can ever take away all of the memories we share.

It hurts to know that im alot to blame for how you feel inside

Or how I amplified your trust issues

I should have never lied.

But I appreciate all that you are and how much that you tried

You have so much to offer

Theres so much you can achieve

You need to take this time to self reflect instead of people please

Right now your in a hole of darkness

Being used by everyone

And they will all keep taking from you

Til everything you have is gone

You will feel so happy inside when your clean with a clear mind

And everything will fall in place

And You'll be concious of the signs

You'll feel proud and love yourself again

This i know for sure

So dont be scared to close this chapter

Straight aheads an open door

Honey eyes in the sun,

dripping from the edges,

as if day itself was too full to hold its light.

Your focus begins to soften,

at the thought of my mouth as it parts.

Where thoughts wander in spaces unseen,

and longing quietly starts.

Distance turns gentle in your direction,

a dizzying and heat stricken air.

Your head tilts,

I’ve abandoned all reason,

the world dissolved by your stare.

Do you want soft kisses on your cheek,

Something gentle, warm, and sweet?

Or do you want a sudden slap,

A sharp hit that’s hard to beat?

Kiss or slap, which do you choose?

One is calm, the other bruises.

A little touch that feels so light,

Or a shock that breaks the night.

Which will you pick, the soft or rough,

The gentle kiss or something tough?

The choice hangs there in the air,

Between calm moments and big scares.

Having you near

is like holding a rare coin.

Shiny, small,

and easily lost.

Valuable,

more than I can say,

fleeting,

slipping through my fingers.

Impossible to replace,

like a treasure

hidden deep

where no one else can find it.

we fractured so loudly this time,

a sharp departure from the quiet grace we used to hold,

and I am left searching for the person you were just a year ago

the version of you that didn't feel like a stranger.

instead, I am met with a coldness I do not recognize,

a bitter resentment for the ways you choose to tear down

the foundation we spent our days building.

it hurts to be treated like an enemy by the one who held my peace.

and yet, in the quiet, I look backward at my own hands.

I carry the weight of my own shortcomings,

the heavy regret of wishing I had known how to love you better,

wished I could have been the partner you truly needed when the shadows crept in.

but let the record of us remain entirely unbroken:

I never stepped out on you. I never wandered.

every word I gave you was stripped of deceit,

an honesty that stood firm even as the storm pulled us under.

now, there is only this jagged edge where a clean break should be.

you deny me the finality of a closing door,

leaving me to suffer the lack of closure I desperately needed from your heart,

fading away into a silence that explains nothing at all.

it didn't have to be this way.

I look at the wreckage and still wish, with everything left in me,

that the pieces had fit, that we had won,

that it could have all worked out the way we whispered it would.

but somewhere, in another version of this story,

the truth was enough to save us.

we mended the breaks before they turned to malice,

and we didn't have to become casualties of what we couldn't say.

maybe there,

we learned how to look at each other without anger.

maybe there,

you are still the one I knew and loved with every fiber of my being.

Nobody's perfect, nor am I, but there's only one soul I see with clear eyes, & I refuse to rise if it means their demise, for Heaven rejoices over the many the one soul who cries, n if I may I'll reach in the dark, to not leave behind a repentant soul that tries, so if it means I'll lose that one, then I'll fall too for GOD deep down I know they only trying to get to you, it may not be by the best of means yet a humble heart that leads is all they need, how can I call your mercy without the grace you've granted for me, how can the land see healing if not from the bottom up, how can I speak unconditional if at the worst I've given up, if it means I'll lose that one soul who wants to turn away, then I too will lose my faith in the tomorrow's that could bring a better way ...

You say you love the sunshine,

yet you run to find the shade.

You say you love the rain,

yet hide beneath umbrellas raised.

Is this how everything's loved

By you, from afar, in vain?

What I would do to mean something to her.

I would travel the sea.

I would take all her pain and endure it.

Because she is worth it.

She is the one who brings a smile to my face.

Even during the darkest times.

In the quiet of the night.

In the cold in the quiet.

She brought life into me.

She is the light I've been searching.

But in the end, I'm just a friend.

And that is good. I got to be part

of her life.

This is my first real attempt, never thought I was going to be interested in poetry ever, but let me know what I can fix or work on.

 I could only describe her as blue.

 Twisted in the roots of friction,
grooves showed in the glass—deep
A sapphire depiction
A crystal glowed on the night of distinction
Still, a lesser part of my blue addiction.

 I pondered the view from the mountaintops
but nothing quite matched the sight of the blue.
Out of sight, still in mind,
never quite the same as that night
the night I saw the blue.

 I wished, I wandered
I sat, I pondered.

 I took a path untouched,
wondering why it felt rushed
I reached for the sky of blue
reaching for her, unreachable too.

 I could not feel her.
I could not feel blue.

​

The world is now talking

waiting for the version of you

that finally awakens

That version waiting outside

Full of strangers and danger

who one day say your name

like they've known it forever

Pulsing roads speak

Wear that jacket

Let the unfamiliar rearrange you a little

until the mirror no longer reflects fear

but someone the future has been waiting to meet here

Quarter tank
Loaf of bread

Sloppy joes
Boys are fed

Homework done
Enough said

Props her feet up
On the porch

Loads a bowl
Lights the torch

She doesn’t know
Her mind is kissed

Makes me smile
She is missed

Revised:

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
placed up there carefully, told not to fall,
set in a balance he could not defend,
with no understanding of where it would end.

They said it was safe, they said it was right,
that height was a measure of worth in their sight,
that being above was a thing to admire,
though none ever spoke of the cost climbing higher.

Humpty Dumpty had a great fall,
not from misstep, nor by chance at all,
for what is a fall but the end of a place
that never was meant to be held anyway?

All the king’s horses and all the king’s men
rushed to assemble the pieces again,
not out of care, nor grief, nor remorse—
but to prove they still held control over force.

But some things once broken refuse to align,
not out of defiance, but simple design,
for cracks are not flaws that can always be sealed,
and damage once done does not ask to be healed.

Humpty Dumpty lay where he fell,
while voices insisted that all would be well,
and somewhere beneath all the effort and claims…

no one admitted

They made it that way.

J F Barb

Admit it, your ego ended us

Shoed me out, a speck of dust

Longing for that one last touch

We hugged it out, it meant so much

 

I weep for days

Attempt to fade

My heart, my soul, my longing

 

Could you not see

You meant to me

Everything. My Love. Belonging.

 

I wasn’t with another guy

I’m flattered that you think I’d try

My Try, 🎶to keep you off my mind🎶

Was just another night

Of drinks and pool and nibling

 

And now, I have to wonder why

You said those things to me and lie

I called it out in real-time

All the tactics: deny, deny, deny

 

I see you say you say you cry

I hear you say I said goodbye

Is it even fair for you to wonder why?

When you’re the one that said goodbye

 

Why have I never seen you cry

Belief is hard for me to try

When I poured out and left to dry

You’re the one that said goodbye

 

So much disdain, so disrespectful

You stabbed my soul, you were so resentful

With no “I’m sorry” - Nothing left

But on here your pride is kept

From remorse and true reflection

No accountability - All projection

 

So many lies I saw from you

In disbelief I saw it through

That one day soon you’d tell the truth

Abandoned me instead – you knew

 

My biggest fear was used against me

Wrapped around my heart so gently

Then ripped apart and said forget me

 

This love I knew so well before

From other monsters with pusty sores

Brought back to life in mine in yours

I give up. Defeat. No more.

 

Now you say you want me back

You didn’t think that I’d keep track?

You run to win, but gold you lack

My heart is metal, yours is black

 

You won the fight but now you lose

All the right to me, abuse

Do you understand the words I chose?

I hope you see it; I hope you do

 

Now listen please, to Socrates

And just know that I can be forgiving

You must go deep inside and see

“The unexamined life is not worth living”

 

The journey’s long, maybe five years in fact

But Sauron called, he wants his ring back

I want to know
what version of you appears
when the lights are low
and nobody else is watching.

The version that stops pretending
to be composed,
that lets desire speak first
instead of reason.

Come closer
close enough that I can feel
your hesitation dissolve
against my skin.

I want your hands on me
with that dangerous softness,
the kind that makes my body wonder
how something gentle
can still leave me breathless.

Touch me like you’ve imagined this before.
Like I’ve crossed your mind
in quiet moments,
in restless nights,
in fantasies you never dared confess out loud.

Pull me into you slowly,
until there’s no space left
for restraint to survive.

I want the tension,
the teasing,
the deliberate patience
of being wanted intensely
without rushing the ache of it.

Kiss me in ways
that ruin my concentration afterward.
The kind of kisses
that linger for hours,
replaying themselves
every time I try to think clearly.

Tell me what you crave.
Tell me where your mind goes
when you miss me too much.
I want every secret desire
spoken softly against my mouth
like something forbidden
we’re finally allowing ourselves to feel.

I want your attention possessive,
your gaze heavy,
your fingertips tracing slowly
like you’re memorizing reactions
you plan to cause again later.

Let me sit in your lap
while your hands distract me
from finishing a single thought.
Let your voice turn low and rough
right beside my ear
until my composure starts slipping
piece by piece.

I want that unbearable anticipation
the kind where every almost-touch
feels hotter
than certainty itself.

Make me wait for you.
Make me melt for you.
Make me feel chosen
in the most consuming way possible.

I want tangled sheets,
half-whispered confessions,
lazy smiles after midnight,
and the kind of chemistry
that makes sleep impossible.

Leave your affection on me
like a hidden mark:
not visible,
but unforgettable.

Something my body remembers later
when I’m alone,
replaying the way you looked at me
like desire and tenderness
had become the same thing.

And afterward,
when all the tension finally softens,
hold me close enough
to hear my heartbeat slowing beneath your chest.

Stay there.

Like neither of us
is ready to return
to a world
that doesn’t feel like this.

The hyperbole of Poetry is its sweetest part

It is good to get carried away on the themes of our writing

To be carried off high on the wings of a Phoenix

Flying too close to the sun.

The Best part of poetry is , it frees us from our chains of sensibility . It makes me speak in exaggerated tones.

It’s the only time I can really get carried away in my feelings .

It’s refreshing for my soul .

Then I come back to the simple things of life and I live my life .

These frequent breaks I take and hyperbole of Poetry are needed .

To find temporary relief from the demands of life

I bathe my soul in hyperbole