dead roses

Tags

antivalentinesday, creativewriting, deadroses, emotionalcontent, happysaintvalentinesday, happyvalentinesday, lovepoem, poemaboutlove, rosesareredvioletsareblue, unsuccessfulrelationship, valentinesdaypoem

these roses are dead.
There’re more thorns on the floor than petals

Tell me the color of your dreams
violet, violets are blue
but what have these roses done to Us?

i think We are romanticizing this too much
i think you’re holding on to these roses too firmly
baby you got fucking blood on your hands!
There’s no more saving this—you’re not Jesus!
So why are there holes in your palms
Blood on your hands
Crosses behind your back
Prayers in the atmosphere
My knees on the floor, pleading

heart bleeding, turning this room red
i only wanted to taste this dream. Violets
everything YOU said. everything i promised myself.

Roses are red.
Violets are blue.

laying on my bed. clothes drenched, red
the sheets, too.
my soul is blue. my feelings. my mood.

Roses bleed red,
to hell with the violets
We shouldn’t have loved.

If this piece impacted you in any ways, please consider reading more of my work here.

Click to support my art on Ko-fi!

Click to see more of my content!

So, This Is Goodbye :(

Tags

goodbye, heartbreak, heartbroken, iloveyou, imissyou, istillloveyou, love, lovepoem, mylove, poem, poetry, sadpoetry, sothisisgoodbye

Say goodbye, my love.
My thoughts enraged
My feelings revolting
To escape in tears

Say goodbye, former partner.
Uncertain of my wants
Pushing you away
The farther you go
The harder I pull

Say goodbye, dear friend.
This termination is best
Though my heart won’t rest
A piece of you is needed in me

Say goodbye, my soul.
Before I survive your absence
I might in every sense
Lose myself first

If this piece impacted you in any ways, please consider reading more of my work here.

Click to support my art on Ko-fi!

Click to see more of my content!

---

Here’s a song I think of whenever I lose someone I once loved: Click here.

Inventions And Desires (Part 2)

Tags

beinginlove, love, lovepoem, lovers, poetryblog, spilledink

I would say I’m in love with you;
I love you;
I want to make love to you;
Your smile lights a bulb in me that
Thomas Edison, as well, was convinced would never glow
 
But I think, maybe I only
Want to love you.
Like I would spend hours, days, weeks, months, years.
(Two times, I’ve spent years),
In middle school,
Caved in my imagination, boiling a potion
That convinces everyone at reach
That I love her.
 
I love her so much.
 
Because at 13 years old, I had perfect knowledge of what love is~

@sircharlesthepoet

Inventions And Desires

Tags

love, lovepoem, poem, poetry, poetrycommunity, theory, thinkingoutloud

You have cheer
You have pain
You have beauty
You have what I’ve always thought to be perfection.
 
And I know perfection is not real,
But…
 
My imagination has seen so close
That I tend to end: falling for the girls who…
Well,
I fall for ideas of girls.
Perception of girls
The inspiration; imagination

I think the concept of, “falling in love” is
An idea that a dreamer invented.
Poor dreamer probably came so close to it:
Dreams of drowning.
The dreamer had too much love to pursue that person
So they chose to imagine being succumbed
Falling from it all.
To where? Death, perhaps.
But, idk
I’m just a writer.

I would say I’m in love with you;
I love you;
I want to make love to you;
Your smile lights a bulb in me that
Thomas Edison, as well, was convinced would never glow

But I think, maybe I only
Want to love you.
Like I would spend hours, days, weeks, months, years.
(Two times, I’ve spent years)
In middle school,
Caved in my imagination, boiling a potion
That convinces everyone at reach
That I love her.

I love her so much.

Because at 13 years old, I had perfect knowledge of what love is~

Do we love people?
Or do we want to love?
Do we love the idea of loving someone?
Do we want something non-existent—that a dreamer had waved into imagination
However long ago?
How can it truly be love if
A heartbreak strikes, pain soars high as kites
Then you don’t love ‘em no mo’?
Should true love be perishable?

Such the questions I never asked myself
In
College
High
Middle
Elementary
Kinder

You’re a beauty in written and photography.

After many pictures out in the open
I’ve come to realize that you know the sun thinks so
Too.

Nature might be going through this phase of
“what is love” too.
So everything about you is nothing short of natural.
A Natural Miracle.

Maybe nature does know what love is
Maybe there’s something about it that we are all addicted to
Maybe we love not knowing about love
Maybe we want to fall for an idea. A piece of imagination.

Maybe this poem has derailed. Like my mind does, each time I see a picture
Of you.

@sircharlesthepoet

---

Thank you for reading! Let me know what you think 🙂