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Maria Jan 18
And once again this look… It so attracts and lures!
I’m flowing down to him without fear and will.
I get that I will die and disappear totally,
But even so I’m humbly going there in real.

And once again these lips… My death and passion!
They touch me whole so powerfully and free.
And I’m turning all at once and irreversibly.
From giant iceberg into freshly drawn milk.

And once again these nights… Oh! Where’s my mind?
I feel as if I’m drunk and tightly witched
With magical, sweet, wily poison.
Your hugs, your caresses just robbed my sleep.

And once again I walk without fear.
I know that I will disappear, stand or fall.
But all in spite of mind and out of reason
I’m going there, where I’ll never come back from!
Maria Jan 16
I’m hearing your whisper in my eyes.
Afraid of frighten off, and touching lightly.
My eyes are closed, my lips are thrilled.
And I’m immersing in your whisper irrevocably.

I am immersing in your breath in full.
It’s covering my skin so temptingly and softly
How painful is the waiting, dumb in full.
I’m destroying me in it full-on and clumsy.

I’m feeling how my body’s softening.
My feet become just like a cotton.
My mind is silent. And it doesn’t care.
I’m walking all alone whence no return.

I am immersing in you, I’m almost dying
You are so glamorous and you’re mine…
I am immersing, I’m confessing standing here,
And I don’t care what will happen in a while.
One more poem is about love again...
Maria Jan 15
Clock hands go lazily – tick-tock.
Why should they rush? It’s almost midnight.
The Night doesn’t need their help at all.
She comes into its own rights.

She’s powerful over all that’s here.
And under its cover of darkness and gloom
We are all here, all to the last man.
We’re all locked up now in full.

We’re like prisoners of this Night,
Calm, submissive and tamed.
And clock hands go straight and true,
They’re unfailing attached.

I’m a stranger in the Night.
Ask her let me come in.
Maybe she'll let me stay the night
And I’ll find the peace and meaning.
Night is a magical time...
Maria Jan 15
I can’t look up from you! No way!
I dig into you like a hungry beast!
I’m so little! **** little of you!
I breath in you and touch your lips!

I want to melt into your eyes,
Retain forever your heatbeat!
I really need you! Need you much!
As air to breath! As light to see!

I’m ready to run to you wherever you are!
I’m ready to crawl to you! Just call!
If you want I will be your shadow
Or I’ll wait on your side.
Don’t care at all!
This poem is about passionate love, which can destroy if it stays unfulfilled.
Maria Jan 14
She
She never loved big noisy be-in
And always walked the streets in fast.
She never tried to hide herself.
But she was of an opened heart.

They thought she was as if an ice queen,
Puffed-up and only on her own.
It didn’t matter to her fully
And suited her in spite of all.

She never thought of their mind.
She simply lived with peace inside.
She loved to walk under umbrella.
It was her own uncaptioned guard.

She really loved her own loneliness.
She liked to feel herself apart.
The inner silence gave her calmness
And truth inside of her in fact.

Night was her just a single friend.
She loved to be all by herself.
She dreamed under the lights of lanterns.
No stamps, no people were no less.
This poem is about a woman, who loved loneliness and silence inside. Night was her real and single friend.
Maria Jan 14
You and I in the Universe and no one around.
Like my life has completed the circle right now.
There were people, so many of them, but now no one.
And I want to change nothing at all for no one.

I don’t want to hand back that unwanted and useless run.
To someone, for something, for some reason, for or against anyone.
I didn’t know goal, I didn't feel meaning, I didn’t see end,
But rushed and teared to pieces without any bend.

I didn’t see light, didn’t hear the truth at all.
And I realized that my measly life not to all.
But I was like a demented and crazy crack.
Rushing in there, I said the whole time: “No one step back!”

I’ve paused my life or maybe I’ve stopped.
And in that hysterics I’ve almost overshot.

You and I in the Universe – let it be so.
Hold my hand. I’m blind and in the gloom in whole.
But I’m alive! Look, I’m breathing by chest.
I’m not in a hurry now. I just want to rest.
Maria Jan 12
You bring me back into love.
Wherefore?
I’ve been their long and hard.
I don’t want anymore.

It’s not working out at all.
We don’t grow together.
I want to obey her, I try,
But I can no ever.

I try to resist like mad,
But it’s a dead end.
I argue with her full-time.
I guess I’m negligent.

I’m looking for bogus truth
All the time.
I recognize it’s inanely,
But it’s not crime!

I thing I’ll leave here for long,
On the shore.
I’ll make a fire. I’ll be here to stay.
And no more.
Sometimes I think that love is the real art. And far from everybody is able to master it. Love is the greatest wonder and the greatest danger at the same time. But each one needs it to be alive.
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