Alan S Bailey
2 days ago

Like the ring of a bell in the distance
some trance which in an instance
can seem like it lasts an eternity,
I embrace the natural wild just as much as I can,
I know it's not a normal thing
but life is short and I am happiest free.
Lost in the moonlight halo or entrenched
in active chaotic madness, it's all the
same to me. A vagabond, a fool,
I earned this by word of mouth alone,
never again truly kissed, scarred and yet my poor
living is sacred, there is no place I can call my own,
this all I am thinking as I drift off to sleep
for the very last time, as you hold my shaky hand,

there is little I'd have left for my journey while
they take all they can that is left
of my world all for the sake of greed,
of nothing but selfish sentimentality,
I am already guilty, instantly proven guilty,
so for once let me be.

#truth   #sad   #time   #lost   #dreams   #free   #guilty   #hand   #greed   #kissed  
ㅡjatm
ㅡjatm
Jan 8

The moon is sitting
hauntingly beautiful
on her window
lovely wisps of pink scattered sky
glancing at her behind the trees
she imagines your hands
on her night skin
and she wants to write poetry
on your palm
she wants to write anything
about the oceans and the stars
and she wants it all
to mean something.

And tonight
she misses you so bad.

#love   #poetry   #sky   #you   #miss   #imagine   #tonight   #hand   #scattered   #oceans  

encouraged by a few drinks
poured with a heavy hand,
and further by the blue eyes
to my left, my lungs empty,
belting songs that I can still hear
my father hum if I stop
and listen closely

#drunk   #eyes   #alcohol   #music   #blue   #songs   #hand   #drinks   #singing   #intoxication  
Emmy
Emmy
Jan 5

I hope I make your hands tremble
Make your heart shake
Cause an earthquake in your veins
Come
Come
Let me in
To hold your heart
To hold your hand
Whisper taps on the window panes of my mind
Drop like droplets
On your skin
Bump, bump
Thump
Do I make your heart race?
Racing like the wind through barren standing silhouettes    
My hands warm in the radiance of your sunshine
Shine
Shine
Glitter glitch
Do I make your heart race? Your skin itch?
Sly, touch and smile
So soft, sensual
Your eyes speak melodies
Let me harmonize
To the breath your lungs breathe
Do I make your heart race?

#love   #heart   #race   #hand  
Luisa C
Luisa C
Dec 18, 2016

be careful with who you put your heart on your sleeve for;
they might accidentally crush it when reaching for your hand.


l . c

#love   #poem   #short   #heart   #sadness   #relationship   #breakup   #couple   #hand   #sleeve  
Erin Suurkoivu
Erin Suurkoivu
Dec 9, 2016

and it isn’t so odd that
we become each other’s
caretakers, as like
children, we reach for love,
as if we’ve never endured
a long winter’s night alone,
hope the last matchstick
lit in our hand.

#love   #alone   #hope   #winter   #night   #children   #hand   #reach   #matchstick   #caretakers  

He took my hand
Led me into the night
Could promise me nothing
But I didn't care
Cause the stars they lit up
As if there were a 100 sun's in the sky
It was my happiest moment
Yes, I smiled as the moon in the nights darkest colors
That was my little secret
About the happiness of the night

Sounds better in danish
#sun   #moon   #dark   #happiness   #secret   #night   #him   #me   #color   #hand  
Rebecca Lynn
Rebecca Lynn
Dec 3, 2016

When you asked me out.
I smiled

When you held my hand
I smiled

when you kissed me
I smiled

Do you see a pattern?

Do you see a pattern?

I smiled
When you kissed me

I smiled
When you held my hand

I smiled
When you asked me out.

#love   #kiss   #you   #me   #do   #ask   #hand   #see   #pattern   #held  
Rebecca Lynn
Rebecca Lynn
Dec 2, 2016

Hands
stand still by your side.

Hands
are more than just waving good-bye.

Hands
are for letting go
for when you want to hold on tight.

Hands
have a story to tell.

#poem   #hands   #story   #hold   #tell   #hand   #stand   #tight   #good-bye   #waving  
Emmanuel Hernandez
Emmanuel Hernandez
Nov 28, 2016

Give me a better one where my drink stays leveled with the glass and the spills to my skakes betters on the wood bar
Smooth
where might a girl may walk on through
Knock

      Passes me by as my hand finally reaches her forearm
   Slowly
And our hands claim art
Here comes the luck
A smile

#art   #drink   #glass   #hand  
 
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