My Guardian of loveMy Guardian of love1 month ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
I was searching for something
but I didn't know where to look,
I searched for so long,
and all my time it took.
What was I looking for,
or what was looking for me?
My eyes I kept open
but I just couldn't see.
It was gnawing at my heart
and ripping through my brain.
I didn't know what was wrong.
I thought I was going insane.
I was tired of looking for something
that I thought was impossible to find.
It was tearing me apart.
I prayed to God to give me a sign.
I waited and waited,
but the sign never came.
Finally, one day it happened
My heart completely changed
I found what I was looking for,
But I wasn't looking for this.
Am I sure this is what I was looking for?
Or was it something that I missed?
When I looked into the eyes
of this something I thought was fake
I saw an angel looking back,
and my heart it did take.
This something that I've been looking for
was a true gift from God above.
The missing piece I found was you and your love.
I love you my Guardian...I love you my Amn
Weeping WillowWeeping Willow1 day ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Each night I find myself sitting against the tree,
Hating myself, locking my heart and throwing away the key,
I sit there and wait, just hoping for the someone who may care,
No one ever comes, nor will they I am aware.
I sit beneath the weeping willow,
Its leaves and shade make my soothing pillow,
Aye, my tears are just fuel for my restless dreams,
Then again, my existence is nothing as it seems.
It all began from a time I am unaware,
I had no friends, no love to share,
My heart shattered, the core went rotten,
My happy days long since forgotten.
My desire in life is simply to die,
I'm sick and tired of having to be in agony and cry,
My parents, family, classmates, they just build it,
They look at me as a mistake, best to fix it.
They hand me the rope and the chair with a smile,
They play it off like they care for a while,
Then they shut the door and sit by the bay,
"Whatever happens, happens" they always say.
The disappointment on their face when I live,
I must be a curse they