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ethan gaskill
i keep waking up
with you on my lips
but it's only your name
and not your kiss
screaming your name at night in my sleep
The worst things last for 30 minutes
The best things last for 30 seconds
Life happens between those moments.
Eli Sharma
hold onto your
because youre in for
a tsunami of
love poems.
Get ready, folks.
Nellie 55
Wide awake
Blue Cow
to be alone from my loneliness,
i constantly look down the barrel of a screen.
my black void eyes absorbing its white neon
i search for the limelight.

But sometimes l ask:
Why can't we heart ourselves,
because we will bleed...........
My heart is an unreleased book that I allow only a few to get a glimpse of
The sirens
are screaming.
The dogs are singing too.
While worlds outside are fleeing reality,
totality of being reduced to our five rooms and me and you,
we re-honeymoon.
Even though we both lost our jobs and are terrified for the future I am so thankful I get to spend time with my partner. I love him so much
James M Vines
Poverty only seems to get worse. Fighting never seems to end. Wars rage on and people forget why they began in the first place. I struggle in my own life but try to help where I can. Crime and injustice abound, yet I keep trying to make it a better world. So much seems to go wrong, will I ever see it going right? I often wonder could I have done more? Is there something else I could have done? Have I done enough?
we got married in a small church
outside a big city,
a building that saw better times,
but got on the time's bad side.
we believed that love could save us,
that love would set us free;
and a few years later
woke up, like strangers,
on the separate sides
of one bed.
where did that love go?
when did it disappear?
one doesn't walk
into the same river twice,
but falls for the same flaws,
same vices.
we shared our vows in a small church
outside a big city,
wrote them with our hopes,
tied them with gold.
a few years later,
where did that love go?
Qualyxian Quest
You can't pour into a full cup
These Sky People are bullies

I'm empty
Says Jake Sully
Ilunga Mutombo
The eyes that see beyond the seas are always free to see
what they want to see

I would bleed a million seas if I lost all that life meant to me

With you I could be who I want to be
Young wild and free

Words written on emotions are called poetry
Emotions felt with words are called love
They always float on seas
that only lovers could see
Rupert Pippingford
Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.
Get to know me like I do you; inside and out.
A Poet's Voice
I offer you

One chain,
Of delicate gold links
From my heart to yours

One rope,
Of beautiful tinsel
And bindings
Of soft, snug leather cuffs

I would give you your freedom,
but that is the one thing
that you already have.
I am an artist
I draw my life.
I am a teacher
I teach my steps.
I am a doctor
I treat my destiny.
I am a lawyer
I judge my actions.
I am a builder
I build my success.
I am a translator
I translate my opinion.
I am a  photographer
I take  my memories.
I am a writer
I write my future.
I am a chef
I cook my mood.
I am a businesswoman
I manage myself.
I've drank the finest of wine
Down to the bottom of the bottle
Only to witness an ocean alone
Barely surviving my own hands

A fire burned through my viens
That was blew out by the wind
Breezing through the leaves
A calmness that sits with me
Before calmness dismisses me

I walked across the tallest blue sky
Where wide winged birds soar high
Til promises of white clouds turn grey
And so there I fell with the rain
Dripping through the lowest gutter

Many times I was buried, lying in dirt
Like a grave, needing no help
Finding the dark inside of myself
But I always rise with the blades
Of the greenest fresh spring grass

No matter what feeling I catch
None of them seem to everlast
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)
Lilly F
i'd trade in heaven for hell
if it meant staying with you

Lay here on top of me
but not like what
you might expect
using me as a pillow
your head rests on my chest
gently stroke your back
slowly as you fall asleep
let me sing you a melody
kiss you goodnight
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
When butterflies fall in love, do they feel humans in their stomach?
Micah G
Can I give a girl anything  
Except what she wants
Demons are just FALLEN ANGELS.
They fell
And unlike angels,
DEMONS have a STORY to tell.
Good and evil.
It's just two sides of the same coin.
i bet that
you look good
on the dance floor
i don't know
if you're looking
for romance or
i don't know what
you're looking for
Arctic Monkeys - I bet you look good on the dance floor
aww...this lines are just so perfect
Harshit Nangia

I don't love you anymore
Still, I am unable to love someone else.

Nothing brings me more joy knowing,
You were my first love.
Nothing brings me more sorrow knowing,
You will be my last love.

She asked me if I loved her
I told her I did.
But when I looked inside me,
I knew I lied.

I couldn't break her heart,
Because she loved me.
She wasn't the heroine of the story,
But she loved me.

I didn't give her a reason,
But she understood.
It broke her, upset her and angered her
That I just couldn't love her .

My heart is closed and abandoned,
It doesn't allow anyone to enter it
Because somewhere in there
You still live in it .

I have been with many,
Didn't love one .
Never actually been with you
But always knew that you were the one

I still try to mingle,
Everytime I can .
I really like them  
But love, I don't know if I can.
The crack of a coke can
Takes me back
To summer days
We woke up
You came over
I made some sandwiches
We shared the same plate
sitting here
in the rain
trying to
keep myself

thinking of
all the lies
you fed me
from the palm
of your hand

thinking of
the broken promises
you had no problem
washing away

thinking of
all of the pain
you have sent me
away with

thinking of
how you can not
even bring yourself
to say

i'm sorry
and I realised
everything I missed
like feeling her lips curl
into a smile or a kiss

I look into her eyes
while she stares into the abyss
her fingers uncurl just a little bit
and we fall asleep like this
Why is the moon round 🌝
Because it loves to go
around in circles 🌝

Fun silly one ** 🌝🌝🌝
You are the doorway
They the key
your friendship and love the path to light
Take it
Open the door
lemon lies and lavender love
lovely and lascivious
with lolling grace and languid liquidity
slaking lust
licking languorously
lemon lies and lavender love
to me,
you are
an art

                              to you,
                              I was
                              a tragedy
you still remain, and will always be
a fine piece of art
to me.
// edit: thank you for having this in the daily. ♡
Stained Glass
The version of me you created in your mind is not my responsibility.
and i said goodbye
through filtered glass
my hand
a shadow
my voice
a blur
i chased you
and you met my gaze
until you were gone, completely
a quarter-past three
the end of
you and me
when ever i hear your name
my heart instantly
to the bottom of a
Love didn't end wars
It started them
Michael R Burch
by Michael R. Burch

for Beth

The night is full of stars. Which still exist?
Before time ends, perhaps one day we’ll know.
For now I hold your fingers to my lips
and feel their pulse ... warm, palpable and slow ...

once slow to match this reckless spark in me,
this moon in ceaseless orbit I became,
compelled by wilder gravity to flee
night’s universe of suns, for one pale flame ...

for one pale flame that seemed to signify
the Zodiac of all, the meaning of
love’s wandering flight past Neptune. Now to lie
in dawning recognition is enough ...

enough each night to bask in you, to know
the face of love ... eyes closed ... its afterglow.

Keywords/Tags: afterglow, stars, suns, planets, zodiac, moon, orbit, gravity, universe, love, radiation, night, exist, existence, time
I've been trying
to figure out myself
figuring out you.

It's not working.

Neither has.
Neither will.
Why am I like this?
Mrs Anybody
i should
move on
i kinda
already have

but there
seems to be
a tiny part
in my heart
that belongs
to him
also check out my other poems!  :)
Ann Taylor
I think God
spent extra time on you
and the way you look at me
makes me feel like
that applies to me too
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