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 Jan 2016
Dhaye Margaux
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Passionate and tender
Your kiss lifted me to heaven
And I can't describe my feeling
Your lips tasted something I can't explain
Now I am wanting more

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 Jan 2016
Nick Feetchi
Eager to write to express the love words,
Not afraid to be criticized by regs or nerds,
Putting the words down to see if there fine,
Making many changes line by line,

Posting and watching minute by minute,
Checking reviews to see what's in it,
Eager to write from hurt or sorrow,
Anticipating what's in store tomorrow,

Thoughts of should I post or shall I wait,
What does it matter they don't validate,
Eager to write from joy or pain,
Entered my login to do it again,

If I were writing for someone to like
There's always Facebook- another website,
Here is a little something about me,
I write for the joy where I'm free.
 Jan 2016
Mary Helda Akongo
You and i indulge in a love
So strong no death can violate
And yet
Dusk comes and goes
Along with pieces of our blissful bond

We fell into an abyss of friendship
And gradually got lost in it
Our promises are nolonger as intriguing as the promises of a courtesan
Conversations have become nothing but fleeting pleasantries...

Just like a *** addict drunk on ******,i am desperate....
To ignite our dying flame

I can not lose you
sometimes even with love ,friendships begin to fail
 Jan 2016
Musfiq us shaleheen
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Then it became a blue afternoon
while came to evening
They were the realities of her farewell
Glowed in the dark blue,
what an abstract shadow cast!
Floating Autumn Clouds,
away the red hibiscus grew gray
heard a vague weird tune

Then one morning
Along with a purple flower
red hibiscus saw inset
and the dark chorus of a clay oven
covered her face
away in the loft several gourd hanging
walking,
walking down the way
at the end,
stood beneath a banyan tree

Doors opened in the silence
southern wind followed
to move in the room
randomized the bed cover,
poetry books,
morning news paper
while closed the door
opened the northern windows

The tireless long night
while I left the room,
wandering as the lonely clouds
went through the garden
where the sky came down
wanted to say life
walked on foot
A long sleepless night
saw the stars fairs
heard a vague weird tune

At that April's night,
Caught the sight of
dry dropping leaves
The smell of gardenia
to bring me the new ideas
of poetry
touched the sky
wandering on a raft of clouds
filled with
see you decided to

Then it all went down together
in the dark with blue
anyhow a golden sun bought
a yellow day
and all the red flamboyant trees
singing
while standing beside
the two sides of the road
with the wind in breath,
my dying

And instead of go with them
mingled the ways of life is changed
when the ways rolled along a curve
One January morning's mist
coming off the sun on the dew
I liked to walk barefoot
in the soft sun
with a woolen blanket covering

At noon,
the river flowing
with streaming sound
took flock a small Sampan
toward upstream
uprising mind grew cool
with stream
Today is just going to get lost
beyond the horizon
Feel to see back,
Slowly known nature
grew small with time,
after some times
shadows mingled
with a dark space

While came the night
Footprints remain in the dust
of shadows
after millions of years
to become fossils
In the mind and
In the deep heart of
the Milky Way

Her fade face is still
to come and go
Over time,
in terms of conservation
of energy
Again when I opened the window
At a long sleepless night
Saw the stars fairs
Heard a vague weird tune
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@Musfiq us shaleheen
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 Jan 2016
DaRk IcE
When the butterflies have all flown away
And your
Hearts
At
Bay
The scent that drove you wild
Has grown
Muffled
And
Mild
When the intimacy never comes around
Things are
Flying
South
Bound
The days turn to weeks since you've spoken
Its obvious
Things
Are
Broken
When complements become rare
The bond
Becomes
Bare
When strangers care more about you
It's time
To
Say
Goodbye
Boo
 Jan 2016
nivek
I gave away my heartbeats to a black dark night
sculpted a stone into a new heart
with each daily news break hanging from my dreams
like silk shrouds for all the dead of just one day on Earth
while the night unfolded her mystery
and my heartbeats were pulsars in a distance too great to travel
while my stone heart was stoic and hardened to grief
I make paper flowers , now, out of black crape, for all those about to enter the land of the dead.
 Jan 2016
kyle Shirley
You showed me one of your most beautiful creatures you ever made. The most caring and compassionate woman I've ever met. What do i do? I go and squander it. It's always been about a girl... Its what pulls my heart strings and gives me hope. I guess thats the root of my problems... abandonment issues more or less. I seek beautiful, lovely, smart and caring women and I chase them away. I know im not good enough to keep them, so, I make a reason for them to leave. I cry out to the lonely voice in the sky for advice or guidance, and I feel more lost then ever.
 Jan 2016
Jellyfish
My home is not where I live
it's inside somewhere vivid
where I truly feel like myself
and I miss it every single day.
The place where Jellyfish play
they're not just afloat, they sway
and for some unknown reason
they make me feel beautifully happy.
**I miss them.
On days like this, I watch them here:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IIvfl5ox22U&feature;=youtu.be
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