Really short poems

Less than 10 lines.
  Added by JK Cabresos  ·  3 days ago
JK Cabresos
JK Cabresos
3 days ago      2 days ago

We were lying down on the grass,
watching the beauty of the sky;
she had her eyes on the stars,
but I had my eyes on my world.

  Added by PrttyBrd  ·  7 days ago
7 days ago

I miss forehead kisses

  Added by Courtney Snodgrass  ·  Mar 31
Courtney Snodgrass
Courtney Snodgrass
Mar 31      Mar 31

I have loved you in the coldest of snowstorms that winter has to offer,
Felt your warmth through the curve of your lips,
The music of soft fingertips. My body is your piano,
We write a different genre of music when we love.
There are warm rays of sunshine cast over our flesh
And the snow glistens with the light you shine in.
I’ve never felt safer, wrapped in the protection of your arms
During the loudest thunderstorm in the middle of spring;
When the skies are dark and grey, lightning shooting like swords
Against earth’s ceiling.
I’ve held your naked body against my own,
Drawing over the cliffs of your hip bones, the valley of your
Belly button and the mountain range of ribs,
The cage that protects your heart from the heat of the
Summer temperatures that I hold within me, your warm
Anatomy heating my body like the core of earth:
From the inside out.
I’ve ran my fingers through the sweet sweat resting over
Your back, like droplets of dew on a leaf in the early morning
Humidity of summer after a night of making love.
We watch the leaves change color ad stroll softly
To the ground in autumn.
The temperatures begin to drop and the branches are naked
And bare, like my skin in summer while we sleep.

I’ve loved you like the snow that grips the bark.
I am cold, but winter has always been your favorite.

  Added by Josh Oo-Wah Coyle  ·  Mar 24
Ariane Cure
Ariane Cure
Nov 13, 2014

dealer looks at me
he makes time stand still
drilling through the barren sea I call my face
and I can tell he knows, just how much like jelly
my bones become with him standing there and how melty
the wasteland I call my heart gets: a phenomenon Id call unsafe and self betraying.

  Added by Josh Oo-Wah Coyle  ·  Mar 24
βέƦẙḽ Dṏṽ the Smartass Rabbi

If you wear your heart on your sleeve, don't sneeze.

#heart   #10w   #feeling   #open   #sneeze   #wear   #sleeve   #beryldov  
  Added by JK Cabresos  ·  Mar 4
JK Cabresos

you just need
to be unkind
to be kind.

  Added by Courtney Snodgrass  ·  Jan 19
Courtney Snodgrass
Courtney Snodgrass
Jan 19      Jan 19

My brother told me that cats purr because
it means you’re close enough to hurt them.
Their motors running, vibrating throughout their bodies,
their guards lowered, lying on their backs,
allowing someone to come close enough to harm them,
all the while keeping a position to protect themselves.
And I don’t know if what my brother said is true,
but I think we as humans have a way of purring too;
And we call it falling in love.

  Added by Courtney Snodgrass  ·  Jan 14
Courtney Snodgrass

My lips curl about your name,
like a newborn wraps its tiny fingers
around yours, clinging to your body
as if you are the air I need to breathe.
I want to tangle myself
within your limbs while you hold
me as tight as it takes to
mend me back together.
Your breath is warm against
the surface of my skin,
kisses to my wounds,
both the visible and
the invisible,
as you whisper your love
deep within my ears.
The words resonate through my
insides, swimming my veins,
pumping like blood through my heart.
Your fingers explore the geography
of my body, mapping the curves and
valleys that you’ve settled in.
I am a log cabin in the woods
of our bed, tucked away within
the cover of our sheets,
and you’re looking for home.

  Added by Courtney Snodgrass  ·  Jan 8
Courtney Snodgrass

For every star that whispers against
The cold December sky, there’s a wandering
Soul that tiptoes like a ballerina skates across
An icy stage before losing control underneath
The only street lamp that glared a yellow light
Up and down a short distance on the empty street.
One lost and broken body, crawling over
Paved concrete, looking for a part that hadn’t
Had the time to dry in the lukewarm sunlight.
For each shattered heart, waiting to be buried in
The wet concrete, hoping to mend its cracks
And fill its craters from too many punches to
The center of ourselves that should
Receive nothing more than love,
Will find its peace within the outside flooring
Where nothing is no longer temporary.

  Added by PrttyBrd  ·  Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014

LoVe iS
Broken Heart

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