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 2490° 
Mrs Timetable
My hand was so skinny
Yours strong and gentle
We connected them together
So nervous to touch
We were the observatory
The new couple
How did we look?
I felt safe
Yours so warm
A mans hands I never held
In this way for love
I still grab these hands
When I feel sad and or glad
Always to feel safe
Even to calm my cries
Or my pains
There to heal me
Make me know everything’s ok
They are so smart
They teach
They write
But best of all they hold me
And they said “I do” and
They most certainly do
Thank you for having two
First time we held hands I remember like yesterday. It was at an Observatory
 1479° 
Salmabanu Hatim
My heart beats for you,
I adore your smile,
I always think of taking you out for dinner,
But, I hear you eat a lot,
I am afraid my wallet cannot handle the bill.😜
2/7/2020
Funny
 753° 
CSW
Agony presides
Lovers quarrel, hearts riven
Pain ends with a touch
 240° 
vadim z
what a candy of a song
at times it's short
at times it's long
you see I cherish it a lot
to say the least, it's all one's got
to each his own
of course
with some regrets
and some remorse
but also love
of which one never has enough
and so I sing this song away
every morning
every day
years and months and weeks
unless I'm sick
or struck down by bad fortune
but even so
it finds it's way back to this weary soul
and lifts one up
from bottom straight back to the top
oh what a song it is
it's often miss
it's often hit
and I shall only wish to keep it lit
a little longer
 240° 
Abdul Qadir
The chair on the other side of the table
remains vacant,
And the cup of coffee on the desktop
Gets colder,
And I sit in front of the empty  seat,
Staring at the door,
In hope that it will open
And someone will appear and approach me,
But every time I get disappointment
And I have to drink coffee alone there.
Is someone free?
I've completely and utterly fallen in love with you
When you look at me my world stops spinning
When you touch me my heart begins to flutter

You completely and utterly broke me yet you are the only person capable of fixing me
I’m sorry that I questioned you
I need you to love me.
This is love.
 168° 
Hira malik
Keep breaking your heart until it opens!
 152° 
maria
well
I met someone
he's nice to me;
you never treat me nice
what's there to miss?

written on July 03, 2020
 151° 
Han Drew
Sun
You we're my sunshine
But then I remembered that the sun doesn't just shine for one person.
 146° 
Folake
The despair I feel
Surrounds me till I can't breathe
It never goes away
New added to old
Scars turns to wounds
No time to process, it hurts till I cry
Then I stand up and walk again
Every day I feel so much pain and I don't know what to do about it
 127° 
astrid
and i went on a walk with you
and you outshown every star in the sky
 90° 
E
If I stay
Would you love me
If I go
Would you hate me
As of now
I love you
But I don’t
Know if you love me
If I stay
Or if I go
I wish you’d know
That I love you
N/***
 88° 
Paras Sharma
You once asked me that time,
"She said she didn't want to hurt but why did he leave a wound?"

Because sometimes words are not always in line with expectations and the future.

That is my answer.

Which I have not had time to answer that time.

Cruel? Indeed
Evil? Yes
That is me .
That's me in your eyes "always".
I can do it in your eyes, I always do.Without ever knowing my point of view and reason
I'm just trying to be realistic with the reality and about the future picture
That is all
 85° 
jiminy-littly
but so far nothing.

I would liked to have kept it
that way
last year, anyway

this book
based on
inner experience
no, strike that
basked in sun drenched
aura's spilling their little yellow drops
of
blood.
 69° 
Beth Bayliss
winning doesn't taste quite right
when it's all you've eaten in days
 68° 
Ylzm
A sheathed sword despised,
     the sword unsheathed, slays;
Grace and patience bestowed
     on the rebellion to turn.
The dead returned to life,
     but the living remains dead;
Life shrouded in secrecy,
     lest the dead irrevocably condemned.
 66° 
Whit Howland
Let's not make a federal production
out of this

it's just laundry

clean not *****

trousers shirts
socks and underthings

flapping like pennants
in a breeze

on a clear day
rubbed

with a pastel blue sky
and warmed by the sun


Whit Howland © 2020
This could be construed as  a "Red Wheel Barrow" knock off. I'm okay with that.
 63° 
Jesse stillwater
Healing leaves are now disrobed branches
on the edge of this wilderness.
Many tall Douglas Fir stand sentinel
over 100 foot tall amazing grace — the fleeting leaves
expose the beauty of the moss clad scaffolds
adorned with a lime-grey lichen lace
Nature is my refuge — solid ground to stand
in this harmony and peacefulness.


Jesse Stillwater — December 2018
Left as a comment yesterday, mused by "Healing Leaves" by Reena Sharma:
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2843497/healing-leaves/
 60° 
Betty
Did you ever think
When you created a life
The monster was you
One to think about! Big Penny dreadful fan!
 60° 
Brandon
If my fate is to love you
From a distance
Then I'll burn for you
Like a star in your night sky
Bright, steady, reliable
Unwavering
Until the end of time.
 55° 
rk
now i understand,
that i have always
been enough

i just wasn't
enough for you.
 51° 
Flower C
Heaven rained on me,
I breathed in the petrichor,
Bathed in the downpour.
I have sinned,
So destroy me,
With your rain.
 50° 
Isaac
waiting amongst them,
bitter smile in the rain, like
cherry lip gloss pain
 50° 
Erin Riley
There I am,
running wild.
Free
as the
dandelion seeds
dancing in the air,
nestling into the earth
to make
my dreams
grow
true.
 47° 
Piyah
The love I have for me,
Will always cost the love I have for you.
 46° 
pluto
and they never knew
they were lost stars,
building their empires
after many lost wars.
 44° 
Moon Cherry
There’s a universe inside of you,
But I’m just a little star.
Once my light is out,
There'll be none of me.
You gaze, admired it, then you close your eyes to sleep. Only to wake for the Sun.
 40° 
grace
i never thought that
longing could break apart ribs
but now my heart knows
a haiku about missing her
 40° 
marcherin
When I'm gone will they remember me?
Will flower weep upon my grave,
As candle lit beside my name?

When I'm gone will they cry for me?
Will leaves drop by to kiss goodbye,
While rain wash away my sin?

When I'm gone will they look for me?
Will wind gently sing me a lullaby,
Begging farewell, before I sleep?

I chase myself along endless path
Racing to eternity, behind countless soul
Hearing nothing but my own, restless voice

I hide myself in forsaken hall
Memories fading away within each departure
Picking my immortal body for another, endless journey

When I'm gone,
Will they remember? Will they forget?
I wonder....
 39° 
misha
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

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
 39° 
Jack P
Have you ever liked someone so much you regret meeting them?
 37° 
Vani
you inhale tragedies
and exhale poetry
From where do you get your perseverance?
 37° 
Godlink
Of all the drugs I've been inflicting,

your personality has got to be the most addicting.
 37° 
Rupert Pip
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.
 37° 
Johnny's Brother
When the man finally stopped
he could, no longer
smell the roses.
 36° 
Lure Pot
When I sit on the beach and think of the ocean
The dream comes with the waves and ask me
'what's in my mind, what do I think alone?'

The ocean says to me with the rolling waves
'to get down and to swim in that blue water'
The waves on the beach and I are such friends.

I have also realized, all waves are like siblings
As if they're talking about my hopes.
Again I have started knitting my sweet dreams.

The sounds of ocean waves are singing in my ears
happily in happiness without any request,
Then this time I forget all my loneliness and hurts

I love the sound of the ocean waves
and like the blue water and quicksand,
I melt with the ocean when the wind blows.
BE
 36° 
marc rios
When the oceans rise
And thunders roar

I will soar with you
Above the storm

Father you are king
Over the flood

I will be still
Know you are God
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