Is your poem about missing someone, wanting someone, lusting after someone? Well, if that lust isn't too graphic, and the missing isn't too tragic, this is the place.
It doesn't have to be romantic, it could be about how much you adore your best friend, sitting under your favourite tree...? Yeah, that could fit here.
If it makes you feel warm and fuzzy or your heart ache!
Him by AleciaMaria, literature
Literature
Him
If your voice ever cracked, from speaking your love for another that was the shell of flawlessness being broken by bravery and truth, that was the beauty of imperfection, because there's nothing flawless or perfect about love. Your love was yours, that you gave to me, through teary eyes, and I won't forget. You're not mine and I'm not yours, but we have a spot we meet at where we talk, listen and talk some more And even though we're different, I've never felt like our worlds were crashing or even colliding into another, it just felt like us finding solace we may not have even known we were looking for. And you've been really warm. Nothing is final, and I'm done trying to make things stay the same. if I keep trying to capture the sunset I'll miss the night sky. If our love doesn't last forever, we still have those nights where we were the stars in the sky. I know love is never enough, because enough is never enough, but right now all I want is to remember that teary-eyed
Your Presence is Always Requested by Chelsinator9000, literature
Literature
Your Presence is Always Requested
The blinding facade of modern relationships hurts my eyes, but we go deeper than any up kept appearances. ~It's you and I navigating this existence. ~~The second star to the right and straight on into the subconscious. So far in that I... ~I can't taste anything other than the honey dripping from my lips, your sweet kiss the catalyst. ~~I feel only weather-worn fingertips pressed between the 4th and 5th rib. ~~~I hear your ragged breath against my unsteadily beating chest. ~~~~So close I smell the last cigarette, like me, the scent clinging to your flesh. If I were deaf If I were blind If there wasn't a single scent or taste of mine, I'd still choose you. Want you. ~Love you.~
A world of crimson exploded on the canvas of the sky, and here we are standing together in the fiery flush of this strawberry sunset, with you looking as beautiful in the light as the light looks on you. You're as radiant as the sun that radiates on you like you're the prettiest star. A woman sings poetry that feels like the morning after rain when she tells her daughter that without her the sun doesn't shine, I love you too. She's broken and bent, repairing and reborn as she reaches for the stars, as we should be. Life covered her in living, with belief under harsh skies, and doubt under clear ones, she wears it like she wears her shattered heart around her soul, so beaming with life, as if Life lives only for her. There's a neverending story that rewrites the heavens every day, that story is "I love you." I want to read her mine today and everyday, so she'll know the sun doesn't shine without her either.
You made me forget sour milk on the bed sheets drunkenly spilling everything our fluids our guts milkshakes. the shower curtain will never hang the same not after you and I stumbled in nakedly under the reigns of shared vulnerability You made me forget my mask Halloween has always been a favorite holiday We leave for our trip in one day but you made me forget to be something else. And I will never be the same.
I wrote my first song with my head under my pillow. My heart felt like it was drowning in a salt-water lake of tears, while the rest of my body already sunk, but... it wasn't the lack of oxygen that was killing me slowly, it was the truth I had inhaled. I saw myself. Tonight the moon serenades me with that song as I recall the tears, the truth, and me. I see myself, has grown. I'm writing a new song, my heart walking on water--my tears made of joy, beauty, grace-- it's not finished, but I believe it'll end on a high note.
I will siphon all of the love out of this chest even if it takes me years. You didn't know how much I loved you because it was a language I never learned except through pen and paper but you never paid too much attention to my writing. If you had you would know childhood robbed me of a happy future. One where you and I had a forever.
It's Better This Way by Chelsinator9000, literature
Literature
It's Better This Way
Every time the box appears I'm half tempted to click the "Don't Save" option. You never gave me a choice. Now I keep you half here with me in writing. I won't count how many times you said you loved me on that last day. Yesterday. All I know is that it was fake. Like how you said you'd never let me go, and now I sleep alone. The stars in your eyes use to be endless. Now I count the sparks on my fingertips. I know too much about where you've been. I know too much about what you've done. I use to think that I could save you. If only from yourself. You fought me tooth and nail for your sanity, but the cure was never in a 100-proof bottle. Once I tried to take it from you. Gripped so hard you sliced your hand on the cap. We have too many scars from one another. Our love is no coincidence, it's punishment. We created our own Hell just to see if we could stand the heat. Bathing in self-righteousness while lying through clenched teeth. All we had was passion. You were the only thing I
The Last Sunrise In Heaven by AleciaMaria, literature
Literature
The Last Sunrise In Heaven
When our lips touch, please believe there's no other place I'd rather be. I believe in you like the air I breathe, and your eyes that fill the seven seas that can bring the stars onto their knees. You'll never read this poem from me, and we've only kissed in my dreams. The memory of you, just a memory, long lost and long loved with the leaves of an autumn from way back when, but true light does not fade, and true light was looking you face-to-face confessing my love even without actually saying those three little words. The irises of your perfect eyes highlight the beauty of the not-so-perfect parts of you, but I stopped believing angels had to be perfect a long time ago. you don't need to be perfect to fall from the sky like rain. By tomorrow, I will have snapped back into my senses, but for now, because tomorrow's not here yet, let me say I'd run back to you, if only you'd lead the way.
You always flick litter over the bathroom floor,
and are scratching to come in again once more.
You shed your hairs on my brand new dress
and around your food bowl there´s always a mess.
You have a cat-tree but pull threads out the couch
you over do it when playing, "that´s my finger OUCH!"
There´s that mad half hour at three in the morning
and the coughing up hair balls as the day is dawning.
But when I´m feeling down you are always there
you lie of my chest and loudly purr
my worries are eased caressing your fur
for kitty and me a love affair.
Poetry by Suzanne K 10 feb 2019
Every question from you felt like an accusation. I was giving you more ammo for misinterpretation. You load the weapon and fire with discretion. Bullseye babe. But when the smoke finally did clear, I was no longer near. I tried to save face and stumble away from the place you would have left my body to decay. I stitched myself up with good intentions, but these old wounds are prone to infection. They required attention. I acquired a bottle. Drenched myself from head to toe in alcohol, only to recall the words; "You gave me no choice," coming from a swollen throat and a shakey voice. I only want to tell you that... I know and I'm sorry.