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 Jul 21 dude
mae
i drove west
until gas ran out &
the sky turned orange like it knew something
i didn’t —
the desert coughed up
ghost motels,
and i slept
with the windows down
because loneliness was warmer than the air.
 Jul 21 dude
BEEZEE
Cosmic Love
 Jul 21 dude
BEEZEE
Shifting realities
like favorite movies.

Love intertwines
with robust beauty,
wrapping him tightly
in vines of earth’s presence.

Divine intervention
from a woman’s connection.

Within a snow globe
beneath the stars,
she lays slowly
as he wraps his arms
around her.

Tightly,
she will fall asleep—
cosmic love
confessing
that life
is a dream.
Dec 2 2020
 Jul 21 dude
Leanne
You love me
 Jul 21 dude
Leanne
You love me when I'm calm,
You love me in quiet,
You love me even when everything's a riot.
You love me when I'm discouraged,
You love me when I'm blue,
You love me even when my tears keep falling through.
You love me when I'm happy,
You love me when I'm wild,
You love me, and I feel extra spicy, never mild.
You love me in the mornings,
You love me at night,
You love me when it feels like nothing's going right.
You love me for my kindness,
You love me for my charm,
You love me even when I'm hanging on your arm.
So here's the thing about you loving me, that I am going to say: I love you for all that you are and everything you show to me. I love you for the same reasons above, except I can add maybe one more; baby, I'll love you evermore.
RL❤️ 5months 7/13
 Jul 21 dude
Emma Katka
Ignite
 Jul 21 dude
Emma Katka
Humid summer skin
all my thoughts dangling from the tip of the crescent moon
golden orange, smoke filled sky
burning land, clammy hands
you hold them anyway
I get so wrapped up in thoughts that don’t serve me
I get so burnt out by opinions from people who don’t know me
half of them, I’m likely only assuming
and I guess, in a way, so are they
haven’t been feeling much like myself lately
but I suppose that comes with loss
new mournings every morning
and they just keep coming
I don’t remember anymore what it’s like to not feel dizzy  
got achy knees, my brain’s horizon is foggy
my broken bones held together with titanium feel creaky
I want to experience just one day
where I’m not critically thinking about my body
the weight of insecurity can become so heavy
it’s no wonder my bones keep creaking
got so many voices bleeding into them and steeping
feeling the eyes of strangers keeping tabs and watching
And I gotta be honest
some days I just wanna disappear
crawl into the earth and hibernate for a year
I won’t stay gone forever
I’m not done here
I just need a break
I’ll repair the damage of whatever I miss with titanium plates
What is really at stake?
Fluff my pillow up under the roots of a willow tree
I’ve got too many blankets giving me the illusion of sleep
It’s just too heavy
not moving isn’t comparable to healing
you can’t ignore what’s still being carried
let it go let it go let it go
throw it into the wildfires
and send it off to the orange moon
 Jul 21 dude
Leanne
Set my heart on fire
Whisper the dreams within your soul
I vow, my darling, I’ll hold them close, never to let go
Set my heart on fire
Send my pulse soaring wild and free
My love, it’s the enchanted glow in your eyes that captivates me
Set my heart on fire
With the tender brush of your touch
The taste of your lips is a treasure I crave so much
Set my heart on fire
I’m lost in the fever of you
Yet, my sweetest, your love makes my chaos feel divinely true
Set my heart on fire
The mere whisper of your name
Stirs my soul, forever transforming this heart’s eternal flame
Set my heart on fire
Oh, my love, you already do
In countless ways, your presence makes my every dream come true.
RL🔥
 Jul 21 dude
Dr Peter Lim
Writing
is not just
the enjoying
it's more
much, much more-
not just the words
the feelings
the sentiments
the haunting rhyming
the dancing
of the rhythm :
all this
is just the mechanism
the acquired art
of words--stringing

the great poets
this they will be saying:
my writing
is really me
in my total being
to the muse surrendering
in the mystery
of creating-
within my heart
and soul
in rapturous stirring
and act of totally
being absorbed
in worshipping.
 Jul 21 dude
silvervi
This wisdom should be on the streets
My wisdom should be on the streets
My wisdom should be on the walls
These words deserve to be seen
This knowledge should not be ignored.
These skies aren't just falling
They're spreading wide apart
To let us all inside
Into the universe's heart
The ocean is the place
To be and sea is paradise
Whenever hearts are aching
The water calms the mind

Where the sun sets brighten the landscape
New ideas take a different shape
And as the moon smiles down on us
We're simply here on our soul vacation
The wind is howling-helping us
To sail across the ocean-atmosphere
Where far is close
And the horizon's near
We eat and drink
We dream, we film
We sing in silence to ourselves
We're one with beautiful sun rays

As I am letting go,
Floating, finding words,
Coming from the heart
Of this country's evening ride
We're simply carrying on
In waves of love
It has so many faces
As well as phases
Always enough
For all of us
If we look closer
And we trust.
This piece emerged on an evening ride through Portugal where I was on holiday this May.
I say the words
That may or may not help me
I say the names
That may or may not be heard.
I cry the daily tears
That may or may not heal me
And gather up the strength
To face another day of pain
Without a bird outside my window.
         ljm
Still struggling with several issues
 Jul 17 dude
Lynn Stillman
Laughter can heal you.
It chases away Your stress.
Makes your pain hurt less.
 Jul 17 dude
Malcolm
Sunlight kisses
Morning dew
Shadows stretch
Whispers through blue

Raindrops linger
Branches sway
Insects hum
Time slips away

Footsteps echo
Dreams fade
Gravel cracks
Night hugs shade

Hearts wilt
Eyes close
Memory stays
Silence softly flows
Copyright Malcolm Gladwin
July 2025
When the Quiet Comes
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