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 Feb 2018
Freijah Sel Yna
The warmth of your body
that wraps around me,
the touches of yours
gently caressing me.

The tone of your
sleepy voice,
those drowsy
eyes of yours.

As I feel your nose
lining from my neck
down to my spine,
babe it makes me weak.

then I felt your lips
pressing with mine.
Your ardent kisses
and comforting hugs.

The smells of your skin
that lingers on mine
and the sensation it gives
of longing even more for you.

You, everything about you,
every part of you,
gives me pleasure,
it makes me fall even deeper.

I hope this won't end
tho the visualization
wasn't vivid at all,
It doesn't matter.

What I only know is
you're here next to me,
with your arms around me and
hands clutched with mine.

Please let this last long forever,
let us indulge the moment
as you and I dive into this
exceptional love of ours.
A romantic dream for a long lost heart longing for her dearest love.
 Feb 2018
Freijah Sel Yna
"My love look at us,
what took us apart
was the same thing
that keep us in touch."
 Feb 2018
Freijah Sel Yna
I swear I tried,
For once in a lifetime
For once in my last time.

I tried to give life,
to the those who want
to took away my life.

I reach for the light,
The light which i know
tries to lead me right.

While i'm drowning,
Trying too hard
to avoid sinking.

Trying to save them,
And carry all
their burdens.

Heavier, everyday it's
Getting harder and harder
To get back to the shore.

It's getting darker
Colder, as I slowly sink
In my own deep thoughts.

Screaming and crying,
grieving without
Anyone knowing.

All I hear is silence,
So deafening.
So lonely.

'Til when will I be sinking?
How long should I be in here?

I'm tired. Tired enough to let go
Tired enough to hold my breath more

I just want to end this all,
To let it all and scream
all the pain inside.

To finally take my rest
from this lonely life

To finally reach the
Bottom of this heart.
 Feb 2018
Freijah Sel Yna
Too far yet too close.
I see you standing here next to me,
but my heart wasn't able to reach you.

The gap that keeps us apart,
the invisible walls in between us
Feeds the agony of longing.

But it'll never be enough
for my heart to give up,
though the pain is intolerable.

I will keep reaching,
'coz I know it is worth risking.
Than to surrender my love.

My love that gives more than enough
To survive this fate of love
 Dec 2015
elouazzani kenza
A part of you goes away ,
Everyday,
To never come back again.
And what is left in you,
Are the scars of yesterday.
The promises, the kisses,
The love you once felt,
The nights, the stars,
The life you once wanted,
The touches, the smells,
The laughs, the tears,
It all goes away,
Everyday.
And what is left in you,
Are the scars of yesterday.
 Nov 2015
Sharina Saad
The sweetest smile
Is the smile of a mother
Who loves too much
Who Cares too much
Who gives too much
Who never counts rewards
Just sincere love...
Only a mother can
Die for
Lie for
Sacrifice everything
precious
for her innocent child
To grow up happy safe and secure
The loudest cry
Is in the heart
Of a mother
Who folds her sadness
Deep down
Who fakes a smile at times
Watching how swiftly
Her angel child grows
There are times
A little Sorrow in her eyes
When you let her down
A tiny tear drops
Does it show?
Her gentle heart sometimes scarred...
Occasionally bruised..
Her hidden tears
Her frustration and anger
Will you know?
Her heart always warm
Her hugs sincere
Sweet mother
Never bitter
Trust a mother's love
For better for worse
Her sweetest love
will never shatter..
This poem " Sweet Love" is dedicated to all young graduates of UiTM Kedah who are having your convocation right now!!
Remember this, you will never be who you are today without that humble woman whose eyes are brewing with happy tears at this moment watching you receiving your scroll on that PROUD STAGE.
CONGRATULATIONS FOR MAKING YOUR MOM, YOUR LECTURERS AND THE UNIVERSITY PROUD. BEST WISHES FOR THE FUTURE!!
 Nov 2015
Elisa Maria Argiro
..Mars..
..Venus..
..Jupiter..
..Moon..
Line dancing
...together...
just hours before dawn.

Tonight,
take me with you!

I promise not to tell
where your secret dance hall is hidden....
©Elisa Maria Argiro
 Oct 2015
Rainey Birthwright
If my heart was a flower,
Would you not pluck me?
If my hair was a meadow,
Would you nae huddle me?
If my hands wanted yours,
Would you not hold mine?
If my lips were cloudburst,
Would mine quench thirst?
If my dress danced windily,
Would you nae haply join in?
If my eyes were pearl oysters,
Would you freshly shuck me?
If my skin were of the Selkies,'
Would you offer me nae seas?
Where bathes you the morning dew
lights you the sun
colors you the dawn's hue
a moment newly begun.

Where shelters you the blue sky
soaks you the rain
lets out your heart's cry
words shape your pain.

Where dazzles you the sunshine
glooms end of day
hope is the silver line
living the only way.

Where gnaws you the sorrow's worm
runs you the smile
speaks to you the soul's calm
happiness is only a mile.
fibonacci  sparks
racing to their extinction
through the cold night air
tracing fleeting silhouettes
that drift and fly within me
as I look upon the flames
my back to the night
choka
 Sep 2015
ryn
.
■■■■■■
|.....l.....|
|.....l.....|

• let the
ticks on
my wri-
st•mirr-
or   that
of     my
pulse    •
for  what
i fail to cle-
nch in fist•in
my heart, nev-
er falters; never
•••••dulls•••••
□□□□□■12■□□□□□
  ■11            ^              1■  
■10                 I                 2■  
■9                    ●----->         3■  
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■7          ­                       5■
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••••••for••••••
with each tick of
the hand • is a
glimpse into
the uncert-
ain future
• let  slip
the  loo-
se   gra-
ins     of
sand•c-
lose the
tempor-
al  gaps
to bring
you......
much
clos-
er•
 Sep 2015
Mike Essig
I was a kid during
the Space Race
and loved all things
aeronautical.

Wanted to be
an Astronaut
or an ace
fighter pilot.

Then I went to war
and spent every day
in the Unfriendly Skies
of sudden death
hoping not to meet
the ground in pieces.

These days,
I prefer to drive.

   ~mce
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