Yuri-Hime Posts

Roses and tulips are everywhere to be seen ....
which one shall I pick to be mine, oh what a complicated scene ...

I sat on the grass and just let the wind blow it's way ...
It was a intimate moment that lasted for only 90 days ....

I ran and I laughed and enjoyed the scenery ...
until I reached the parts of rotten greenery ....

I gasped and I held my own very breath ....
I was also disgusted with it and thought it was death ...

So I ran back to the place of flowers and greens ....
but the place has just vanished and there was nothing to be seen ...

So I walked on the path of loneliness and despair ...
until I saw a green spirit flying in the air ..

So I asked what it's name is and it said I am the green land ..
and it asked me : " Oh great wanderer, why didn't you hold my hand".


This poem is about me getting together with a girl and everything was perfect until I knew that she also has some issues in life. I couldn't handle that and left her, and later I learned my lesson that no matter how beautiful the relationship or the girl is, that there are bound to be ugly moments but it is natural since she was willing to share me her problems, and I didn't accept that and lost her.

She told me later that she really liked me, but I was just immature.

Create a love poem thread in the love, relationship forum, then send me a private message with a link to your thread and I'll write down more love poems than anyone else there.

that eye scared me XD.btw cute profile avatar.

There was a time where the lights were no more ...
the thunder was roaring and the rain kept on pouring much more...

The wind was blowing and the leaves were swaying ...
the animals were hiding and the bad spirits were staying ...

In a house filled with pictures of loved and deceased ...
the young boy was alone and his fear has increased ...

His candle was burning and the wax kept on melting ...
the situation was familiar in this creepy setting ...

He felt a slight touch and he got pushed to the floor ...
and the invisible hands were touching him like a red-light district whore ...

He screamed out so loud and just curled like a small child ...
the dark spirits in place had him certainly defiled ...

the lights got back up and the radio was running ...
he ran to his bed and he just kept on mumbling ...

when he began to shut his eyes, a hand touched his frail hair ....
....
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And he forgot to close his window, he thought it were demons but it was just the wind that blew in some cold, solid air.


My nightmare as a child, was really scary.