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Elise Law Aug 2014
To be hugged by someone you love,
Is not a simple matter.

The first hug was shy and awkward,
But the second hug was warm and complete.

The heat radiating from him on a cold winter's day,
Warms me up.

His arms circling around me,
It feels like home.

It is like we are meant to be,
As we fit completely with each other.

I feel safe in his arms,
Like he is protecting me from the outside world.

I can tell that every hug I get from him is full of love,
As I also put all my love into my hugs.

One hug can make you feel special and happy,
So treasure that hug and do not forget.
If you have read my other poem 'Hugs', you will know that it was very simple. This one has more of a meaning to it.
The hugs from this special person are wonderful!
Enjoy :)
Elise Law Aug 2014
Hugs from mothers.
Hugs from fathers.
Hugs from grandparents.
Which hug do you prefer?

Hugs from aunties.
Hugs from uncles.
Hugs from cousins.
Which hug do you prefer?

Hugs from girls.
Hugs from boys.
Hugs from friends.
Which hug do you prefer?

A loving hug from my love is what I prefer.
Who loves hugs? I certainly do!!!
Which one do you prefer?
  Aug 2014 Elise Law
Avant
You sit beside me on the train,
Your hand reaches for mine as I feel your soft touch against my pale rough skin,
I look into your mesmerizing eyes and tell you that you are beautiful,
You chuckle as your cheeks glow bright pink,
People stare at me,
But no one seems to notice you,

I hold your hand as we stroll through the park,
Your innocent smile sending me into a daze of emotions,
Lighting a fire in my heart that burns full of passion and love,
The warm touch of your skin against mine,
And yet,
I still feel the cool summer's breeze blowing against my fingers,

After dinner we wander aimlessly enjoying each others presence,
Joke after joke,
Laugh after laugh,
We soon find ourselves at the front of my door,
I love you I say as I move closer towards you,
Your tender lips touch mine,
But I don't feel anything,

I wake up to you gazing into my eyes,
Your silky brown hair flowing elegantly with the calm breeze,
I look deep into your eyes,
Entrapped in a everlasting trance,
A tear rolls down my cheek,
The alarm clock buzzes,
The tune ringing in my ears until finally snapping me out of it,

After getting dressed into my black suit,
I slowly trudge towards the door,
The sunlight shines onto my skin,
But not warming it,
Only making it colder,
I enter the car to find a picture of you and I at our wedding,

As I start up the car engine,
Tears uncontrollably escape my eyes,
I reverse the car out of the driveway,

With my soul filled with darkness,
My heart full of sadness,
My body aching of pain,

I drive off to

**Your Funeral
I would like to dedicate this poem to Elise Law. The idea came to me during a long shower, which became even longer as I came up with more ideas for the poem. I hope you guys can appreciate it.
Elise Law Aug 2014
I was heartless.
I was cruel.
I was harsh to the person I love.

I could not feel nor see love.
It was all lost, all taken away from me.
I made my one true love shed tears.

I was locked in an emotionless world.
Everything I saw and heard meant nothing to me.
I was an empty soul.

I thought I would not...could not love again,
But I heard the words that freed my lost soul.
"Give back the girl I love"

A single tear rolled down my cheek.
As he started saying more, tears kept on pouring out.
I could not stop them.

Emotions started coming back to me.
I could feel sadness and guilt,
But most of all,
I could love once again.
Hello to all my readers ;) This is just a continuation of the first poem I wrote. Like a book, I guess you can call it a sequel.
I wonder if this made you guys feel anything...
  Aug 2014 Elise Law
Damien Randerfield
My mind races back and forth,
unable to keep a consistent thought.
I take a sip of coffee,
my hands tremble with nerves.

Why?
Why you ask.
I'm just waiting,
for the dust to finally make its landing on the arms of time.

When you would finally respond.
When you would finally notice.
That I am here and waiting.
Though it seems the dust is still agitated and suspended.

I guess I'll have to wait a bit longer.
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