Can u peoples give me some love or sad poems PLEASE?

Question

See i need some good poems and I don't know how to make sum so could u guys and girls give me some

Answer 1

A Wish

I lie on the ground,

and stare into space,

the stars start to move,

into the shape of your face.

I see you there now,

looking down at me,

with that cute little smile,

that I like to see.

You say "close your eyes",

"tell me what you see",

I see only two people,

just you and me.

We're walking the shoreline,

with our feet getting wet,

the horizon turns pink,

as the sun starts to set.

We make love through the night,

on that white sandy shore,

then I hold you while thinking,

I could want nothing more.

Oh I wish I could be,

in that one special place,

as I lie on the ground,

and I stare into space...

- Randy Schutte -

Answer 2

Though your body trembles,

Scarlet soked and cold

With your eyes locked to mine,

Intentions sink into my bones



Thaughts of your escape,

Secret enough to keep

Draining from every pore,

lies that penetrate too deep



The wall you built to hide behind

kept others out of sight

Inside you lay, start to decay

and end it all tonight



But wolves in sheeps clothing

Worsened your current state

You realize,  you changed your mind

two minutes too late,



scarlett soaked and cold

With my eyes locked on yours

I see good intentions behind closed eyes

and regret leaking from your pores

Answer 3

Here is a sad poem,

That day, my heart collapsed without making a sound.

Even if I scream as I break, these unerasable memories

And this darkness will flow into my eyes.

I still can’t see these colors, so I’ll still feel depressed tomorrow.

I searched endlessly for the day when we could understand each other.

I’ll keep on living now just so that I can lose it.

It’s impossible to be alone, even if I embrace this solitude.

If you turn on the lights…

I will shine toward the light.

“These feelings we keep wishing for will one day change color”

You told that to the person who can keep going on inside my heart.

Just about everything is inevitable inside these colors that were born.

One more time, I am able to paint tomorrow with my hands.

In that place from some time, I’ll have to get used to losing things.

These things I’ve taken will all slip through my fingers.

Before these tears dry up, will those words I wanted to hear

Be used now to save someone?

It’s all your fate. You gonna do that.

“If this light becomes bright, the darkness will become deep too.”

Even if we realized that, there is nothing to fear.

Just about everything is in the end of my heart.

If I open my eyes, I’ll be able to once again see these colors that were born.

The breath of sadness;

That is what makes these colors we’ve searched for run

Without raising a sound.

“These feelings we keep wishing for will one day change color”

You told that to the person who can keep going on inside my heart.

Just about everything is inevitable inside these colors that were born.

One more time, the fingertips of this light will shine on me.

Just drawing...Colors in light and darkness

And take it...Colors in light and darkness

Now, with these hands,

I will once again paint all of these unreachable, kind colors.

Here is a love poem,

You’re always complaining that this town is boring

Searching for the place where the sun shines

The song you’re singing is the same old rusty song

You won’t sing a new one

The reason we get anxious is because part of our heart believes in the future

Baby, it's you, even your pain will become a memory someday

You're the only one, don’t think, just feel

I’ll make your whole body tremble, future is you!!

The reason I’m not talking is because I’m overwhelmed by a feeling that words aren’t enough to describe

Baby it's you, sometimes you sink into something the colour of dead leaves

Let me be the one, I’ll be your colour, all the time

I’m watching you, I'm by your side

Baby, it's you that I need

Baby, things are getting better

Baby, it's you that I want

Answer 4

hmmmmm, here's some,

to love truly, is to love forever - even though the love be unrequited.

or

when lifeand love has torn apart your heart, where do the shattered peices lie?

or

how do i prove to you

that my love is true?

i've tried really hard to show you,

but it seems my message is not going through.

tell me, what would you like

me to do for you?

buy you a new car?

travel reall really far?

go to space?

i'll do anything to show you im true,

and to put a smile on your face.

this is really hard for me,

because i've done everything in my power,

to show you my love is real.

just answer me one thing,

do you feel the same way i feel?

Answer 5

If you want some poems then just answer my Question and well they all are love poems my poems so i hope i help you some

Answer 6

This are two of my favourite poems. Hope you like them as much as I do.

She Walks in Beauty

Lord Byron

She walks in Beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that's best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes:

Thus mellowed to that tender light

Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impaired the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress,

Or softly lightens o'er her face;

Where thoughts serenely sweet express,

How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent!

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

Dylan Thomas  



Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be g*y,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on that sad height,

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.