jorge-love
American
Hello, I'm Jorge I love writing poetry and I have done it since I was in middle school. I have been out of practice for a while so I hope to find my muse and write some fresh stuff once again. I am a 29 year old man and I am a complete romantic. Love is the theme of most of my poems.
I know the feel of your bones
creases in the knuckle
The skin stretched taught
Grasping with my love, my hands
I love the squishy parts of you
The parts that give to my touch
Through your cream skin
I see the highways and byways
That bring my love life
your slender neck wants my kisses
to begin their way
down the valley of your spine
mmmmm those hips
the curves and dips
Aug 14, 2019
Aug 14, 2019 at 4:10 PM UTC
I fought it, only slightly,
Your soft pull on me.
It was the gravity that pulls the sea.
It drew my heart, slowly.
Slow, like so many good things,
And now I drift.
Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 11:14 PM UTC
I look at reflections on the tilted glass
Twisting what is on the surface
Bending my face upon the sweating arc
Hot and cold, you and I.
I see you through its warped world
Your look burns the air in my lungs
And words fall schorched into my mouth.
To fumble upon my unwilling tounge
And within the realm of me.
We have loved 1000 years
You smile and step lightly away,
To tear away from my tomorrow
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 12:07 AM UTC
You have slipped out of my view,
Softly and slowly ,
Like the sun behind a cloud,
You left loudly like a loon,
Slamming the front door,
Your heart rattled in your throat,
Now you have gone, wordlessly
A cold icy dream,
A winters day with no sun.
Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 9:37 PM UTC
It is my wish that you should be,
A strong willow,
Branches waving in my tomorrow.
A stone stuck firm in the fields of forever.
Hoping your waves will travel,
backward through time;
To kiss the sands of this island,
lingering a moment,
and washing back away.
But even if I find your tree
laid bare in winters closing.
I will rejoice to find myself
held in your naked branches.
And like some mad bird
I will nest with no clutch.
Just to be near you at years end.
Jun 18, 2016
Jun 18, 2016 at 11:34 AM UTC
You need to grow,
To feel the pain of loosing.
You need to bleed,
And hurt a little alone.
Because love grasps blindly
From where you've fallen,
It does not scream
When you stand tall.
Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 2:19 AM UTC
The silent street's song
Falls cold on my callous ears.
A cool kiss creeps upon my face.
This midnight melancholy,
This sad insomnia,
From time to time...
Sets in my bones
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 4:45 AM UTC
What do you say when faced the prospect of always being alone? When you are stuck like an echo in a long empty corridor. And for all the noise you make you are met with an immovable silence. When all your struggling stops and in stillness, you're sounds run from you.
It's sobering to think Contrary to niaeve childhood thoughts, "you will find your someone... that all will be well". But these thoughts are human and my feelings are sharp in my chest, from time to time they cut me. I would be crushed under the weight of these feelings if not for the hope that is found in Christ. If I am to find someone he is the hope I have till then. If I am to remain lonely I will not be alone, and I have hope to find a deeper meaning, deeper beauty in my solitude. My need for another person to love will never outweigh my need for Him.
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 10:28 PM UTC
Let me sit alone in my silence
Sometimes a sleepy sadness
Is what I need
Try not to unravel who I am
For tomorrow I will wake with hope
And dust off my former self with a sigh
And melt into the bright new morning.
So let me sit in comfort
In sweet despondence
In a melancholy mood
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 11:02 PM UTC