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 May 2017
r
Some nights I shade
my eyes
from dark dreams
like a broken hawk's wing
stuck in the hot tar
of a back country road
when sleep seems
like a long ways to go
in a bad war
and desire and desire
and desire like a fire
in my bones
won't leave me alone.
 Apr 2017
PrttyBrd
Peaceful pools of liquid love
glide over me from across the room
as I fall deeper into you each passing second
You beckon me with a throaty exhale
that permeates the air with passion
Drawn to you
I'm there without a word
Lost, ensconced in the warmth of you
in the ravenous joy
that consumes us equally
forcing a smile to shine through past tears
It's a joy found only in the union of us
In the truth that we have always been one
42617
 Apr 2017
Ghazal
Both
Too much,
and too little
Commotion,
Can mute the poet's emotion
 Apr 2017
DaSH the Hopeful
I peeped through the keyhole a little to the left
      And noticed that Futility had left a note    
           before it went vacationing.

Triumphantly throwing the door open and
             stepping into the brisk afternoon air
             with a puffed out chest
          I bent down to see the tiny words scrawled upon a mere 2 inch scrap of paper

"I give up. Bye"
Usually, she’s a rock,
but sometimes she crumbles
like sand.

By Lady R.F. (c) 2015
 Apr 2017
nivek
a talking bag of bones
a poets heart
and flesh that demands
death
 Apr 2017
Manda Raye
I am both overflowing
and desperately dry.
 Apr 2017
Manda Raye
Why must I feel more passion
for missed opportunities than
for the continuous love

flowing at my feet?
 Mar 2017
PrttyBrd
She loved him so hard she broke his balance
Stumbling through a maze of attraction, affection, and desire
Trying to find footing on familiar ground
he beat her back through his own pain
too far to torture with answered dreams
too close to ignore into normalcy

She loved him so hard he feared he'd shatter in her arms
Seeking safety in benign semblance of emotion
In a reality devoid of enamored souls
unyeilding acceptance proves unforgettable
Deemed undeserved in dreams of promises broken
Ignited by impure thoughts
Requited in guilt, martyred for the comfort
of a truth that never existed

She loved him so hard he was afraid to love her
32417
 Mar 2017
tm
i said i love you
not because you
said it first
my first love
was a bright girl
who dreamt of
meeting new
sunshines
before she slept
in a hearse

my first love
will live within my
thoughts
even when i am
on my death bed
as my children
search for a suit
that will fit well
on my tired corpse

my first love
captured my heart
at sixteen
puppy love
that, then, felt
like the sweetest
dream

my father told me
you will forget your
first love
like you forget a daydream
but how can this be a
thought in the wind
when it stays in my mind
like a chubby child who enters a
candy store
can't get rid of his grin

- t.m
 Mar 2017
Mohd Arshad
Neighborhood is another garden......,.
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