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A Poet Jan 2020
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The time is supposed to heal
But the scarf is ****** deep..
Ghosts come again, and we sleep

Seventy five years of nothing
The pain, the lost - excruciating
Never ending, never healing

And you still show hates
Blind, dumb, empty heads!
A Poet Aug 2019
Could this be real
That after a year
I fell for you again

Stronger than the first time
Not drunk from wine
But from your cup of tea
Love as broad as the sea

I’m full of happiness and joy
My handsome and charming boy
The bound is stronger
And I adore you more than ever
My lover.
A Poet Jun 2019
I roam in my memory
finding every connection
to my dreams’ head section

And

I hope to dream about a room
You lightened by a moon
Me on your chest
Touching the rest

And

whispering
about our love
and beauty of yours.

As you smile
And think, “I’m the one he adores”
A Poet Feb 2020
Touch every part of my body
Make my lips bleed red wine
Make love to me by dawn
Like it were the first time...

Cut your teeth into my skin
And keep the secret of mine
Love me until we burn to ashes
like it were the last time...

Put your hands ‘round my hips
My ***’ll start the showtime
Take me fully, be ‘n me like eclipse
And tell me, “You’re forever mine...”
He
A Poet May 2020
He
The past, a shadow behind,
Controls efficiently my mind.
Fear, pain, fear, screams —
It’s all here, never left me.

I, a wanna be a person kind,
am by the shadow made blind.
Wish, faith, wish, dreams —
It’s all lost, invisible in the shade.

He, a wanna be a manly man.
Made my past be such a ****.
Hypocrisy, anger, hypocritical schemes —
It’s all in him, visible all too well it seems.
Was there someone who made your childhood a complete hell?
A Poet Aug 2020
Standing on a cliff side screaming
What’s the reason for my being!?
But I’m screaming against the wind
And the waves splash over my cheeks
to cover my tears at my sadness’s peaks
A Poet Jun 2019
Every time you wake up
The moment must stop
For a second, for two
To just realize itself
That the world is nothing without you

Chronos is a cruel man
Trying to get us old
Trying to put us on the bad road

But

Not the time
Nor the world
Not the faults of mine
Nothing would stop me
From loving thee
Nothing would stop me
From trying to save the good part of me
The good part of thee
The good part of us
A Poet Nov 2019
I thought let’s take the road
out of this mad world
To look for a peace place
Where I don’t have to face
sadness, loneliness

I took a deep breath in
stepped into the mirror wherein
I found my reflection, but still different
He is science and beauty that met
eyes blue pallet, hair brunette

I left the mad and found mad
That made me crazily in love instead
Of scaring me to death
I found wealth, health
A Poet Jun 2020
I had a dream, a dreamy dream
But what does it mean? Did it mean...
I saw my dreams slowly dying
And as I walked out, I felt like crying
But had to push the waters against the flow.

I had a dream,
maybe I should not have any
I should fly with the winds and not steer
Because the more I come closer,
the less clear
Is the dream that I once dreamt of.
A Poet Jun 2019
The rain drops fall on the roof I hear them, do others hear them, too?  That’s the
only thing I’m listening to
As  I try to not perceive
my aching heart
That is calling
missing
craving
crying
for
y
o
u
A Poet Jan 2020
Snowflakes falling on my skin
Reminds me of your kisses
One gently falls, and stays
Leaving wet spot on my face

If there were billions of them
They wouldn’t fulfill the desire  
Or calm down the hungry fire...
Me yearning for your gently kiss
Oh, how much I crave for this.
A Poet Jun 2019
I got strong feelings 
More likely messages
Delivered by Hermes from the sky 

It says
The world is huge 
Don’t get lost 
Find a way
Don’t leave it
Try to stay 

So 

I found a direction 
It’s love 
Love for you 
For my beautiful
Truly true

Another message 

And
It says  
It’s right 
It’s everlasting 
It’s wonderful and fascinating
A Poet Oct 2019
I’m having a bad dream,
and it goes..

The fear
Tries to get me, my dear
There, I don’t know, where I go
The force of fear pushes my soul
To choose from many ways
To get out of this dreadful dark place

One leads to literature
I’d become a teacher
The other sends me to work
Then one to do artwork
One pushes me to settle down
One to leave my town

I could be a poet, a writer,
psychologist, therapist or an actor.
I might be a husband, father and a friend...
Where? How? As Who? Should I life spend...

Before I make up my mind
Before I try to be good and kind
Before I choose the way
Before I say what I want to say
Before I do what I should do

The doors are closed, my soul is, too.
A Poet Nov 2019
The way
Has so many turns
So many destinations
And stations to stay

The journey
Might be hard
Lonely and dark
But it happens to be worthy

The you
Take my hand
Make the way
Be easy play
And It happens to be true.

I love you.

— The End —