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She is a hive full of
Sweetness.
But , never far from
the sting .

“I see you “ she smiles
as she touches my face .

Upstairs she lies
with coverlets and curtains.

I am searching
and searching.
But , for what
I’m not sure .

Maybe diamonds
but probably
Fireflies and Lace .

Working towards not
losing my shadow.

My inertia’s held
prisoner
to her beauty
my moral vision
called and questioned.
The death of leaves ,
stranded on the high wire
in the back of beyond.
Everything my love wears
is beautiful
because it’s on her.
 5d Madison
Shin
Love
 5d Madison
Shin
I sit here with your hand in mine
as you doze peacefully
and once again I understand
What it means to be in love
 Aug 5 Madison
moon
gem pt.2
 Aug 5 Madison
moon
one minute phone call.
"i just wanted to hear your voice."
the permanent uneasiness that resides in the pit of my stomach,
i couldn't feel it anymore.
the corners of my lips turned upward.
i said,
"i missed your voice.".
 Aug 5 Madison
Amanda
some of us
weren’t meant to be happy
some of us
were meant to be poets
 Aug 5 Madison
Jarene
will you still
love me
when you realize
i'm far from perfect
 Aug 5 Madison
Jarene
because of you
when feel defeat  
i now bleed black ink
to hello poetry:
thank you for giving me an outlet. a place where I can speak freely when i am at my lowest, in the darkest place i can reach. thank you for giving me a place to i can put the thoughts that i cant comprehend in my head, and making me realize I'm not alone. i cannot thank you enough!
you'll remember her
just the way you imagined
her hair dripping in the rain
under a tree

she'll be saying

" And where to now"

or something

That doesn't really matter
the warmth
in that moment
is the real poem
 Jul 15 Madison
melissa rose
She invites me in with a therapist smile
as I step through her door
observes me with that deep blue gaze
leaving me longing for more
begs me to follow
as she moves across the floor
she lingers slightly with her touch
as she gently squeezes my hand
but it’s the warmth of her hug
that I wonder where does she begin and I end?

Truth is bitter with her scent so sweet
she doesn’t love me out loud
in this lifetime it’s just not meant to be
her love isn’t real
all images in my mind
of what I long to feel
we’re not lovers
and we’ll never be friends
but I’ll love her in breathless whispers
as the depth of my love for her has no end
7/12/19
 Jul 15 Madison
pixels
faith.
 Jul 15 Madison
pixels
You praise me like you’re preaching gospel and I’m terrified that someday you’ll convert to another religion.
Marriage is wonderful, but being second-best all your life has a tendency to make insecurity a bad habit.
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