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Feelings are fleeting
The highest ones die quickest
smiles die at dusk
 Apr 2016 Emily
Em
Getting Lost
 Apr 2016 Emily
Em
Alcohol tastes like watermelons
and it reminds me of the sweetness
coated upon your lips.
Nothing left but a cold tile floor,
memories put under the spotlight
induced by a glass or two or three
of strawberry daiquiri
that bring the breeze back to me.

The feeling of the wind
cascading through the rolled down windows
of your '08 Honda,
and the goosebumps on my legs
that you smooth over like bubble wrap.
Your hand is warm,
a little clammy as the temperature hits 75
and your lead foot pushes 95.
You're wearing aviators and a white shirt,
2 buttons closed, 3 following an Open Door Policy —
the color matches my porcelain skin,
and The Temptations sing
the closest thing we'll ever have to
a first dance.
My fingers waltz around your palm,
the only parts of our bodies
following the reckless pursuit
of our minds.
My love for you just grows and grows
You smirk and set free the adorable school boy laugh I fell in love with;
you look over at me,
but I can't focus on your singing voice —
oh-so-beautiful to my ears,
but oh-so-lacking in talent.
This —
wow.
This, is the first time you've ever
told me you loved me.

My hair doesn't get kisses from the wind
when I feel trapped inside.
The fruit isn't as sweet as your charm.
The wine isn't as deep as your grey blue eyes.
The adventure to the bottom of glasses,
the bottom of bottles,
isn't as captivating
as getting lost with you.
All of these road trips remind me of how much you love maps, and might love me.
 Apr 2016 Emily
Isabelle
She was not happy
Her soul slides away
Wandering in the alley
Body, mind and heart at fray

She was lost
in thoughts and words
fingers crossed
silently praying to the lords

She was cursed
emotions wanted to burst
couldn't anymore hide the pain
so she cried a river and didn't strain

Her sobs were a sad song
in the alley wailing for so long
But nobody cares
and nobody dares,
to ask her how is she
to save her from misery

The world is apathetic
and some are sympathetic
but help was never offered
so alone she suffered

The light in her eyes were gone
Her soul slides away
In this awful place she was done
wrapped her neck with a cord and play
 Apr 2016 Emily
Raven
Synchronized.
 Apr 2016 Emily
Raven
The clocks in our hearts were in sync;
We felt it.
Too bad it wasn't our time.
 Apr 2016 Emily
Ignatius Hosiana
says
"you
don't
need
to
have
the
world
to
have
me
but
when
you
have
me
you
have
the
world
I finally realised I can tailor my business studies and poetry to help people
 Mar 2016 Emily
Lunar
The last thing i remembered
Was falling asleep on you.
It started with us talking in bed,
You were still in your white cap and i was still in my shoes.
And vaguely but imprinted in my mind,
i recall you taking off your pullover,
Putting on a plain shirt,
My eyes, i tried to cover.
But to see your arms, your neck
Sculpted with veins,
I know you're ontological,
Despite your occasional back pains.
Then you slipped under the sheets next to me, stared into my eyes and said:
"To see you last before i close my eyes,
to see you first before the sunrise,
To hold you in my arms this way,
Tell me, is it with me will you stay?"
I moved my head onto his chest
Your breathing was steady, but loud and bold.
And on your heart, my hand did rest,
My breathing, did i surprisingly hold.
"With you, I'll be, forever and always,
To sleep to your voice like a lullaby,
To wake up to it like an alarm on days,
To be your warm hellos and good goodbyes."
I feel your chin nod against my head,
Your exhale makes a few hair strands fly.
Before we knew it, we fell asleep to each other,
And we didn't even have to try.
This is how it should be
Before every time we fall asleep,
Wjh.

PART I: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1592481/waking-up-to-you/
 Mar 2016 Emily
Keith Wilson
Birds  come  on  our  lawn.
To  eat  peanuts  that  we  hang.

They  wait  in  trees  for  food  to  come.
When  It's  there  they  swoop  right  down.

Cold  weather  is  a  problem.
With  very  little  to  eat.

But  the  birds  are  very  hardy.
Standing  out  in  cold  and  sleet.

  What  would  we  do  without  our  birds.
No  songs  at  early  morn.

I  thank  the  lord  that  we.
Can  help  in  many  ways.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.2016.
 Mar 2016 Emily
Keith Wilson
I  still  love  my  Catherine  dearly.
Her  beauty  unsurpassed.
Long  golden  hair  and  pale  blue  eyes.
I  still  think  of  her  like  that.

But  that  was  four  decades  ago.
The  time  has  just  elapsed.
But  time  stands  still  in  the  memory.
Just  like  a  photograph.

We  were  to  marry  one  March  day.
But  circumstances  took  me  away.
When  I  returned  from  foreign  climes.
Life  had  moved  on  with  the  times.

I  never  saw  her  ever  again.
Odd  letters  I  did  get.
She  was  swallowed  up  in  city  life.
And  I  often  have  regrets.

Has  she  grown  old  gracefully.
Or  in  youthful  beauty  died.
Many  times  I've  thought  of  her.
And  many  times  I've  cried.

But  in  my  mind's  eye  clearly.
Running  swiftly  down  the  hill.
A  vision  of  loveliness.
Within  my  memory  still.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK. 2016.
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