For love poems
I wonder why people are frighten
Of this huge voice rom heaven
nobody see nor even had seen
no one have drawn it, even painter’s pen
I wonder where does it came from
or what does it means, what it’s sayin’
all I know is it comes in one form
unexpectedly, even it’s not rainin’
Thunder you are a mystery
were you’ve been asked byanybody?
thunder are you what I’m feelin’
Well I guess no, where is the lightnin’?
Thunder
You hit me like a deafening sound
from nowhere that goes straight to my chest
I asked the moon but it’s not around
Maybe it’s in the midst of its rest
You some to my ears as vivid as the song
of nymphs that descend from heaven where you belong
You blind me with a light to tell me that you’re near
OH, you’re always waking me my thunder
My friend asked me to write a poem about Thunder, she said she is always fascinated by thunder, i believe it’s lightning she means and not thunder, well i wrote this still for her. 🙂
I was telling them I forgot you
But that keeps me reminded
of the things I should have forget
but I can’t
I was telling them it hurts no more
And that’s my way of saying it still does
I was telling them I have new one
Who cares about the old and the new?
They are both you
I was telling them I let you go
And yes you’re not mine anymore
But what I don’t tell them is that I still
and will forever belong to you
….. Writing poem such as this one is definitely an escape from loneliness and longing or more probably a way of letting your feeling be shown. Teenage love, I guess I should’nt have to call it this way, I’m 21 now. 🙂 But love is timeless, It never change, this is the way how I felt it before, even during the first time. This is why I called the girls I had my first love… A friend once told me, If you are not ready to be hurt, don’t fall in love. What the hell you’re talking, I thought, and this is the answer. Not all questions are meant to be answered the moment you ask it. I know now. Does love really suck? I mean, does this really hurt us? Well I guess I have to leave you hanging with this one. I am thinking of writing another article for this. Thank you for reading… 🙂 _vhanfire
I was sitting by my window
Silently staring on the moon
She is very lovely tonight
Like an iris of my eye
Well she has always been very wonderful to me
Beside me is my table
With a blank sheet and a sleeping pen
Unlike the moon the sheet is pure
My heart has no more to paint on it
Beside the sheet is a tearing vase
With roses of falling season
I was not sure where I put them
Deep into that venomous water
Just on the foot of the vase is a ring
That glints after moon hides
From the dark blanket on the sky
That ring was once worn by the moon
Even the roses were once hers
The sheet is empty because
That is the last page of our story I’ve once wrote…
Holding my nape, looking downwards
choosing the letters not to spell awkward
Can I write a perfect poem?
I guess I can’t, flowers won’t bloom
My pen had retched dumb notions
Mute, Spiritless, pale and empty
How can I paint all my emotion
when words coming out are all silly?
I browse for books and Shakespeare’s sonatas
Hoping that I can see something to dedicate
to tell how I feel about you dear
but nothing fit, all in despair
I told my heart to write a love
and words i wrote all flew above
Pardon me dear cause all I knew
There’s no perfect poem to tell how much
I LOVE YOU SO!
