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 Jul 2015
Sarah
You're rocking
the boat
and the white,
foaming rapids
beat
against the
stones

you're creating waves in me

and I know
that all rivers
search for the
fullness of the
sea
the silence of the
sea
the deep, surplus of
mystery that, I tell you,
is the
sea
&
I know they run
with ceaseless
hurry

but in moments,
when they're
still
and they're just about to
fall
Know that I am falling with you and you're
rocking,
rocking me

until above the rocks
above the danger of
metallic tides,
above the harsh
chemical dreams
of reality
that
polluted our
beaten minds

you and I will see the sky
open up
dusk open up
the world
open up and
we will find the
quiet of the sea
 Jul 2015
Ignatius Hosiana
I doubt I'd be this drunk
If you were here to share these beers
So I got you to thank
You and my peers

I'm hanging out with loneliness and gloom
Yeah, even the music is on to slay silence
It's funny how these guys light up my room
Trying to survive winter of your absence

You're far away but still next to my heart
Memories wrap me in their blanket
As I'm clamoring to go past the hurt
Past the hopeful blowing your trumpet

Miss hugs and the kisses,their taste of wine
One of the many reasons for me pine
 Jul 2015
Joshua Haines
My foggy mouth tries to hide behind rain-smacked glass.
She says goodbye with complacent stares
and with the sudden flash of an umbrella.

The red of her dress doesn't belong in my life.
Each of her strides carry my resentment and weariness,
alongside the melting grey of the Seattle skyline.
So, I don't yell for her or imagine our lives,
as the windshield wipers sweep her image, out of sight, but not out of my head.

I return home, the half I was for decades.
The tread of my shoe mashing bluegrass,
digging up seeds and insect carcass, with every step.
Storm-soaked magazine subscriptions lay on the porch,
and her name is tattooed on every one.

The dog lays on the carpet, ears and eyes perking up at me.
And he knows he's truly alone, because I'll depend on him.

Eggshell kitchen cabinets are jammed with her:
Vermilion, saffron, and burgundy glasses hold
half-empty hangings of golden flat draft,
keeping her day-old, dried saliva smothered on the edges,
like transparent ocean waves dying on a glass coast
and buried in the bottom of the sun-pierced vortex.

What I couldn't realize is that the cup was me:
marked in so many ways,
letting decaying memories burrow and stay.
 Jul 2015
Chris
~

I float this night
on gentle seas
of star dust truth
and ocean breeze

As rhythmic waves
like lullabies
send whispers soft
neath moonlit skies

Reflections shine
of shimmered view
in swirling shapes
on waters blue

I feel at peace
such beauty seen
as if I’ve stepped
into a dream

Yet my heart sits
a distant shore
for on this night
*I love you more
Good night Beautiful
 Jun 2015
AK Bright
Can he get angry
Without being convicted
Can she cry
Without being rejected


When she's hurting
Does he feel the pain
Is she fanning
The lover's flame


Is she suspicious
When he's late at work

Does he still embrace her
When she's at her worst

At the end of the day
Is he still the one
Whose fiery passion
Could melt the sun


When the day is dark
Is she still the one
Whose brilliant smile
Could pale the sun*

True love's the hope
We most all cling to
But to find it
We* must first be true

For we won't find it in strength
Inspiring awe
We find it in weakness
In the ugliest flaws
 Jun 2015
Erenn
From the very beginning
When I fell hard for you
Running on feelings that I kept denying
Slipping into your river vein that drowns me
Tripping over your anger, sarcasm, flaws
And everything that you pushed away
It was all beautiful

You are beautiful

I want everything
And I made a promise to myself.
I want to love you till the very end.
It's always been you from the start.
All your imperfections.
I want everything
I want you.
(Read it from bottom to the top too)
This is for the girl whom I fell in love with here on Hello Poetry
And she's my GF now:)
Thank you so much guys for the love:)
I can't believe it's my second time getting featured.
 May 2015
Blinking Nose
Yours was only a hand, delicate and gentle.
Mine was only a waist, never pampered by touch or love.
It was but a silly heart, pounding against my chest.
It was only a kiss, under the stars, in the pouring moonlight.

— The End —