ali - Hello Poetry

ali Jan 2020

tears
are the taste of love.
they come from passion—
or its betrayal.

may 3rd, 9:32 pm-- I haven't written much lately, not since about mid-summer- I miss it. Though I think my smile has been speaking more for me than my words used to now, and I guess that's a good thing :)

#tears #love #passion #betrayal

ali May 2019

and all the days after

we are so stuck
in today
that we never realize
how close we may be
to missing
a tomorrow

ali Apr 2019

dancing in the moonlight

beneath the stars,
we dance
to the rhythm
of our hearts,
to the melody
of the summer wind.

when we stop,
you are dripping in moonlight,
cerulean blue
competing with starlight,
arms around my waist
a home,
soft edges and curls
outlined by darkness,
love
in the form of you.

inspired by the song dancing in the moonlight by toploader and the boy who sings it with me:)

#moonlight #love #you #dancing

ali Feb 2019

brutally honest

inside
where the sound of gunfire
never seemed to cease
there was little else
she could do
to survive.
inside a
shattered,
stark,
brutally honest
world
where she endured
she tried to understand
the chaos
shattered everywhere

originally a blackout poem but it may be one of my favorite pieces

#blackout #shattered #endure

ali Feb 2019

he is not poetry.

i fell in love
with a boy
who is not poetry.

he is not
ink and paper
but rather
bones and blood,
curves and edges
smooth
beneath my fingertips.

he is not
definitive words
but rather
light laughter
and soft kisses,
heaven
in a few seconds.

he is not
full of hidden meanings
but rather
giving his entirety
to a girl
who needs to use it
as a blanket.

he is not
poetry.
he cannot fit
inside these lines,
be found
within finite words.
he cannot hide
between periods,
squeeze
into stanzas.

i cannot make him
poetry.
he is perfection
and poetry
is too broken
for a love like his.

i've written very few legitimate poems about him and wonder why... he's too much to fit into words, a poem isn't enough

#poetry #boy #love #perfection