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 14h
Paige
Am I slowly loosing it ?
My urge for a youthful touch
Adorned with purity
As our passion fell into the hands
Of our ignorance  
The grace hidden in the teeth of a young mans
desire so new and fresh to his skin
It's the first women has stiffened his shirt
The carnage of innocence
Dancing at the young man's
limbs
Harshly absorbed by his virtue
The cobwebs of saliva at the edge of his mouth
As he journeyed the cave of my ***
Smell, the young man's breath
A Trembling mess , calm yet stroked with feral lust
So cute and burdened with fear

When all I wanted ...

Was the ripened flesh
Of a stoic man
Edges burnt out within his youth
Tainted with books of lust
Arched by the burdens of his very own desire
A man , so wise yet so foolish to the fire hidden within his gaze
Tragedy lingering in the numbers on our heads
Hairs washed by the ashes of dusk
Mercilessly feeding on my youth
Feeding me the pollinated saliva lingering on his youth less flesh
Words dragging the last of my purity , tipping me over my edge
His hands a vision , to a *** so new to my skin
Fingers curling and dragging my virtue through his teeth
A man so aware of what his doing to me
So easy to beg , for my lust to be achieved
Fear of rejection , a factor unknown to my mind
Silent instructions , whispers of praise as back arches from behind
A man so silver and grey
Hidden in the performative gestures of my peers
Breaking my dominance into heartfelt submission
Speckled flesh at the nape of my neck
Blood rushing to me to my edge
Crippled innocence as I'm driven to my edge
Harsh and mercilessly snatching the young man's hands from my memory
 1d
Antonia
what is this game
you wish to play?
what is this thing
you take away?
you want my light?
to feed your darkness
you want my love?
to feed me lies

you take everything.
and give nothing in return.

you’re nothing but a thief

thief.
Have you ever been so blinded by love that you ended up stealing from yourself?
 1d
NuurSeraph
There was an occasion in my life
In which I was immobilized
By such a heavy sense of doom
Even the bold procession of time
Was crushed beneath it’s weight.

Oh, how it felt like such a wretched violation
To watch my mummy excavated
Like an unrequited love turned to dust,
Raised the dead from ancient slumber,
Tightly wound in woven threads,
Lying dormant in the stillness,
Wherein death had come to die.

Torn asunder, clapping thunder
Struck a flash of lightning
From my worn and weary soul.
Then, I was space blown open
Like a limitless circumference
Ever-widening, Mouth of God
Wailing waves of Holy Om.

Like my sudden screams of terror,
With a force of equal power,
Overwhelmed the walls of silence
I had cast around the past.

Upon my waking up
and breaking through
to emerging echoes,
reverberating rings
of harmonious tone,
Rising up from the depths
of my terrestrial tomb,
A great transmutation did occur.

As the sound arose into the Light
A melodious blossom enchanted th’air
This mystical marvel unfolding in flight
Flowering symphonies, bursting with life.

Now, I am the Breath, unburdened
Released from a dull dis-union
Reclaimed by a Light, All-Knowing
I am a child with eyes, wide open.
I am a child with eyes, wide
I am a child with eyes
I am a child
I am
I
Someone once told me that the great secret of Life was to learn how to properly harness powerful feelings of pain, transforming this vital source of energy to awaken and evolve. I think they were on to something...
 1d
Mike Adam
You and I
Wade knee-deep
In fragrant meadows
 4d
Debbie
My eyes, throbbing with agony,
bore through the window,  
desperately seeking the freedom of sky.  

To my surprise the crabapple tree  
possessed joyous magenta flowers,  
providing an unexpected  
jubilant assault of my mind.  

Lush leafy erratic branches,  
a turmoil of spring beauty  
stood in striking empathy of my silent cries.  

The afternoon sun pales the majesty of magenta.
As only love can pale agony.  
Memories live forever, is a haunting horrible lie.  
Unlike me, those magenta flowers don't need a why....

My love for her will never die.  
The majesty of those magenta flowers,  
if only for a moment, seizes and saves me deep inside.
Memories live forever is a lie. My mom suffers dementia and has lost most of her short term and long term memory. It's shattering.
In her presence,
a quiet dawn breaks,
soft and steady,
like the first light of day.

Her heart speaks in whispers,
a language I’ve always known,
no words needed,
just a feeling,
like the earth calling me home.

Her smile is the calm
that stills the storm inside,
a gentle breeze on a restless sea,
where I can find peace,
where I can finally breathe.

She holds the weight of the world
with a grace that never falters,
turning every moment
into something warm,
something true.

I don’t need to understand it all—
I just need to feel it,
this quiet, tender magic
that wraps itself around me,
whispering that it’s okay
to simply be.

And in her gaze,
there’s a garden,
where every part of me can grow,
where every shadow finds its light,
and I can rest
in the softness of her soul.
This poem is a quiet reflection on the calming presence of someone who helps you find peace, grow, and reconnect with your truest self. In a world full of noise, sometimes the most profound feelings are the simplest ones—like a soft breeze or the warmth of a sunrise. Writing this was an exercise in capturing those small but significant moments of stillness and love that make life worth living.

I hope it resonates with you, whether you’re seeking peace in your own life or simply need a reminder of the beauty in quiet connection.
She looks just like a dream, the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,
Like a cover of a magazine, she shines, so serene.
Her eyes held a world that i couldn’t understand ,
A vision of beauty, slipping like sand.

I stood, caught in that fleeting, fragile space,
Where nothing was real, but I still gave chase.
She was the sun, I the fading moon,
In her light, I lost myself too soon.

"She looks like a dream," the words echo in my mind,
A perfect illusion, but no place for me to find.
I tried to fit, I tried to be whole,
But I didn’t belong—just a shadow, a soul.

I reached for her, but she slipped through my hands,
A face in a crowd, lost in distant lands.
I never showed her the depth I had inside,
I hid my true self—kept my heart denied.

And now I’m here, trapped in the past,
The dream’s a nightmare, and I’m outclassed.
I see her face, but she’s never near,
A memory, a ghost I hold dear.

The silence screams louder than words,
In my head, the pain echoes like birds.
I wonder, could I have made it right?
Or was I always meant to fade from sight?

This cage I built, too tight to breathe,
I locked myself in, no way to leave.
And now she’s gone—no touch, no sound,
Just an echo, a feeling, trapped and bound.

I dream of her, but she doesn’t see,
The boy I was, who could never be.
And so I stay, haunted by a face,
The prettiest dream, but I don’t fit in that place.

I wish I could forget, wish I could flee,
But every night, she’s all I see.
Trapped in the dream, with no way out,
Loneliness whispers, it’s all I’m about.
This poem is a reflection of love lost, a love that never truly came to be. It’s about the pain of being trapped in the memory of someone you could never fully reach, the regrets that linger long after the person is gone, and the suffocating feeling of not being able to move on. The dream-like quality of the poem contrasts with the harsh reality of unspoken feelings and missed opportunities. If you've ever felt that your heart belonged to someone who could never truly understand it, this poem is for you.
 7d
Chloe
Your baked cheddar scented hands
and your newly thinned feet
Your trimmed hair strands
and your smile with teeth
I grew you inside,
always my baby you’ll be,
if I can keep you young

A crooked, watchful smile
and shoes on wrong feet
Singing along
and bruises on knees
I’ve known you the longest,
always my baby you’ll be,
if I can keep you young

If you need a hand
walking along an uneven surface
or help falling asleep,
you’ll always know that I’m there
caring so deeply
I grew you inside,
always your mommy I’ll be
If only I could keep you young
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