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Tell you what?
They’ll suggest that accept
that this has never been a perfect world.
One way or another,
we’re all bound to hurt,
so just deal with it.
They all say the same cliché:
“It’s better to have loved than none at all.”
Our story had been short and not worth it,
yet I’ve been cursed with this ability;
this giant elephant memory.
The dawn isn’t close enough,
yet I am jolted awake
from a dream that felt
like a time machine,
throwing me back to the past, so mean.
Знаєш , а все таки відчуваю щось до тебе,
Хоч ти і байдужий , і я тобі не потрібна.
На жаль, почуття не так легко закрити,
Не так просто від них відмовлятися.
Не вперше , але ж цей потяг, який так хочеш пізнати
Ці губи, руки , шию, спину,
I try not to experience
your loss and sadness
as everyone moved on,
or away, not staying long.
Too many statements
I think I’ve run out of sedatives
just to numb the pain within.
I know, they can be addictive,
but I can’t deal with my feelings.
These days, they can be overwhelming.
The world outside?
It can be chaotic.
God Does What God Likes.
What we break, God May Fix
or Leave Shattered, just like that.
This is why Time Machine is only fiction
You can only look back
to search for what you’ve lacked:
Words you should’ve said…
All my beloved ones made me suffer burning pain.
My soul was bleeding so I promised not to fall in love again.
Last month I broke my promise though I knew it was insane.
I’ve travelled at the speed of light towards your heart.
We hear each other breathing long distances apart.
I’ve decided to keep my old vow
that I shall never love
anyone like I’ve loved you.
No, please don’t say ‘wow’.
I don’t mean it as a compliment.
There’s still a lot about me, oblivious to you.
My eyes should rest
And so should I
I am so tired of this, at all
I want to feel alive again
At least for once
That would be nice
If age is just a number,
then why does time feel smaller?
Space is no longer
as wide as we once experienced.
Before the digits,