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When I only get to taste
The feeling of you
In my dreams

But now, I can hardly sleep

I can't see you
In person
In dreamland
I miss sleeping beside you in dreamland
I miss sleeping...
Never feel afraid
to tell to the liar
a truth...

Safana - The Poet✍🏼
Tony Anderson
If tomorrow never comes for me
If I shall not wake in the morning
Would you know I love you
Would you know I care
KV Srikanth
Alone or Amidst
Feeling or Thinking
Slogged or Sluggish
Accomplished or Failed
Celebration or Dejection
A Double on the rocks
Compliments  the emotion
Desired or wanting to be forsaken
Are you the one,
that other creation?

The only one misunderstood?

Trying to run,
from the isolation?

Trapped in an eternal solitude?
I think I found my soulmate
A long time ago
But I hurt her
And now we’re lost
Still connected by an invisible thread
Tangled and taunt
We walk away from
Each other
But really I still feel her
And I know
She feels me too
Yet life told her she was too bold ‘ for old regrets’  to soothing for an old flame ‘ to stern for a past fling ‘ -💕
Mitch Prax
One day
you will forget me.
When your sun is
no longer in my orbit,
will there still be light
upon my world?
i fear nothing,
not nothing as in: i am fearless.
but nothing, as in nothing.
i skip the end-credits of movies.
i love and trust way to easily.
i trauma dump.
i forgive people no matter what they do.
honestly - pt 1
David Lessard
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
has taken over my mind,
paralyzing me in a state of
never-ending purgatory.
and I love every minute
of it.
I don’t want to
Open my mouth
Because I’m still afraid
The truth might come out
And if it does
If it really breaks free
You’ll see what I am
You’ll see the true me
The one I hide
With jokes and lies
I’m a terrible person
All jokes aside
You don’t seem to know it
You don’t seem to see
Even a glimpse of that person
That I know to be me
I’m such a good actress
I hide it so well
Cover it with a laugh
And you’ll never tell
You see depth in my eyes
You see love and emotion
But what would you see
If I ever did open
I can’t bear to find out
I can’t bear to show
The me you don’t see
The me that I know
If I let it out
If I let it be
I know for a fact
That you would hate me.
Stephen S
613 200 Hours
25 550 Days
13 Cars
11 Jobs
9 Dogs
6 Surgeries
5 Children
4 Grandchildren
3 Marriages
2 Siblings
1 Weary soul.
No regrets.
To finish your own life by hand,
May seem like the right thing to do.
But to free yourself from this land,
Is to imprison those that love you.
They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love.
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
It hurts we were so close,
but got caught on the what ifs.
What hurts the most though,
is we were so ******* in each other arms
We forgot to break our fall
Dark Dream
Scrolling through the mind feed
One, two, three…Ten
But that face
Settled into the halls
Took a stroll
Right down my lane
Time for another
Elizabeth Carsyn
Love doubled is desire
desire doubled is madness
here i am with my chest aflame
ears full of saltwater, eyes
only see one thing upon rest
blue eyes, freezer burn, black
crystals chipping away at my nails
i want nothing more than your touch
but the river is between us
and we are both chained by pain
invisible and sharp and lonely
i am ready, i desire, that which
does not want me, a feeling
strange and ill-fitting
So many poems
and stories
have gone unwritten
due to fear of not being good enough
when (i) became the sun
i felt the trees and rivers (run)
(along) the deepest parts of me
i sang (the) oceans roar to sleep

the (clouds) arrived to give me space
at times, the moon would take (my) place
and i would gladly let her (shine)
knowing it (never) could dim mine

no reas(on) to feel jealousy
for everything is (one) with me
i no longer (fear)ed dark at set
for my own (light) i can’t forget

my warmth (fills me) even in snow
and (when) it falls, my glimmer glows
the contrast~it’s just what (i) need
it is the (plant)er of the seeds
~to (the) f l o w e r i n g
(love inside) of me~

(i run along the clouds
my shine never on one fear
light fills me when
i plant the love

thankful for 27 magical years
in this tripppy little life  ✨🦋
i adore cold weather.
But not for the fires,
Or the warmth of another person.
I find something beautiful about it,
And maybe even a bit lonely.
It reminds me of bittersweet loss,
And finding the strength to move on.
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
Faded sunset clouds
Waiting moon and infant stars
A subtle blending
When I think about my god the favors and blessings on me my worries fade away like a writing in the sand when the water comes to give a visit I no longer have to fight my own battles cause you fight for me through hard times , good times and bad time you stick by me when I feel like your doing nothing for me you assure me so to day I leave my life to you cause I know I service a great god and I know you have a plan for me
God loves you ❤️
Ciel Noir
the day dances
the day sings

   ◂ ⋄‥‥‥‥‥◭‥‥‥Ω‥‥‥◮‥‥‥‥‥⋄ ▸  

the night wanders
the night has wings
Betthia Mae
I saw you
Through the screen
On that second
Why did I think
It was meant to be

Now read from bottom to top.
My Dear Poet
the hand controls
the steering

and the steering
controls the wheel

and you my love
control everything

and everything I feel
Ariana Bagley
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.
Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
  Not a single!
Exclamation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim

No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!

All is vanity
The meanings of passion
The aesthetic expression
The lines we draw and stay within
Even love is beyond intent
Vanity transcends
Flowing from our pens
And so we breathe again
I don't know the
shape of things to come
the day opens like a
wild exotic flower
exuding the fragrance
of Your presence
my heart has found You
after long, long searches
here and there
To feel You near
is my life's whole purpose
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you
if only i could chase you with pizza but shots don't work like that
Anyone can throw a stone,
But it's much harder to forge a tower of gold.
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
David Adamson
I met a woman
brutal in her mercy.

Her embrace was a clinch
to prevent hard blows.
She pulled me close to push me away.
Seeing my nakedness
she leant me a dream
of chainmail and shield.
Taking love from me she gave a reprieve
to a mind resigned to the slow death of feeling.

Ignoring my words she heard
my faint silent heartbeat and
understood that it was music
too quiet for the world to hear
and turned it up louder
than I could stand.
I wept in my deafness
as she danced.
tells me that I’m alive
Sunset reminds me
that I lived
between you and me,
i'm still rooting for us.

maybe not in this lifetime,
but in the end.
© d.a.dens
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