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 Jan 2019 tempest
Crow
By Design
 Jan 2019 tempest
Crow
I am formed to be yours
at the threshold of inception
we were molded together
bisected, to find rejoining

your every curve locks to me
as water flows to find its depth

my eyes are shaped
to see your face
my gaze is drawn to you
as the moon draws the tide

my lips are patterned
for your inimitable kiss
I can taste only you

my heart opens for your love alone

I am a bell tuned to a singular tone
reverberating with your voice
I resonate with the sound of your name

the key of your words
unlocks my undiscerning ears
that I may hear you
whisper to me of love

your scent perfumes my life
echoes of you in each fragrance

my fabric and yours interlaced
without seam or stitch
we fully encompass each
the other encircling
 Jan 2019 tempest
Crystal Freda
Why is poetry dying
when we still have the gift?
If we still have water
then we still have a ship.
We can sail to the places
these words take us.
We are still shaken
by the words that make us.
Why should we let poetry die
when there is so much to explore?
If only people read it
and discovered more.
 Jan 2019 tempest
autumn
you are the single most
beautiful thing to ever exist.
art wishes to look more like you.
poetry cannot even compare
to all of the beautiful words
coming out of your mouth.
seeds don't want to grow into plants
they want to grow into you.
the sun is dim in comparison to
how bright you shine.
your bones are lucky
to be able you hold you together.
every single cell inside of you is beautiful.
the sun rises every morning
just to see your face,
and i do the same.
 Jan 2019 tempest
autumn
i can't write you a poem,
but i can hold you
when you feel as light
as the clouds
and as heavy as the rain.

i can't write you a poem,
but i can talk about the flutters
in your laugh when i trip
over the shoes you told me to move,
the sea in your eyes when the light pours
through the window at noon on a sunday,
and your cold hands that feel
so good against my sweaty palms
for hours on end.

i can't write you a poem,
but i can trace circles
across your back
until you fall asleep.

i can't write you a poem,
but i can string every fiber of my heart
around your beautiful soul.

i can't write you a poem,
but here is this.
 Jan 2019 tempest
autumn
i just want to love you.
i want to love you when you're sick
and need a blanket or hot soup.
i want to love you when you're sad
and falling apart on the bathroom floor.
i want to love you when you're mad
and want nothing more than
to scream at the top of your lungs.
i want to love you when you're happy
and smiling that beautiful smile.
i want to love you when you're sleepy
and you have that adorable sleepy voice.
i want to love you when you're excited
and you can't contain your adorable giggles.
i want to love you on your good days
and i want to love you even harder on your bad days.
i want to love you.
so let me,
please.
 Jan 2019 tempest
autumn
i want to tell you i miss you
with no subtext.
no guilt, no anger, no expectation
that you'll fix it.
i don't want you to feel bad
or tell me it will get better.
this is where we are meant to be
right now - me apart from you,
my hands a little empty
and my heart a little sad.
i miss you,
i just wanted you to know.
 Jan 2019 tempest
Yuki
I’ve never been good at dancing
but I tried my hardest
to not step on your feet
on the dance floor
just to prove to you
that I always made sure
not to trample on your heart
even if
I’ve never been good at love.
But right now
I find myself
dancing all alone
with an empty heart.
 Jan 2019 tempest
Drew Vincent
I imagine myself with you, M.
I can see myself,  happy with you.

I can picture us on our first date,
laughing so hard we hold onto each other for support.
I can picture us walking together,
admiring all the local shops and galleries our town has to offer.
I can picture us holding hands,
and you holding me as we gaze out at sea.
I can picture us snorkeling together,
and how you'll laugh when I inevitably breathe in the ocean.
I can picture us kissing for the first time,
how our eyes will meet,
and how our hearts will explode with excitement.
I can picture us kissing,
and how our bodies will melt into one.
I can picture myself falling asleep next to you,
and how peaceful I will feel when I wake up beside you.

Most importantly,

I can picture myself falling in love with you.
How wonderful life will be with you to share it with.
I will chase these butterflies forever if it brings me closer to you.
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