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  Apr 2020 nicole
arubybluebird
I want to learn a new language that I can forget you in.
  Apr 2020 nicole
Ammar Younas
Night sits on my chest
Squeezes poems out of me
And grinds my poor soul
  Apr 2020 nicole
michaela
I cannot compose brilliant poems, sonnets, or verses,

and I cannot speak to you in Latin or Greek;

I cannot move you with any language made up by man.

Love is the only only language I could touch you with

If you only knew how much I could love you.

If you knew I love you;

If I were brave enough to tell you at all.
nicole Mar 2020
memory is cruel
the way it just sits there
mocking you
as the simple familiarity brought back to me by the simple smell or gesture
the comfort that it brings,
and the heart drop i get once i remember what happened
but no matter,
i don't want to forget you
or the way we would laugh at the stupidest things
nor the inside jokes created
that we still find the courage to tell
something left behind not allowing us to truly forget
nicole Dec 2019
i find myself wishing that you never lose the color in your eyes
or the tone in your hushed voice
or the subtlety of your warm smiles  

i find myself restraining myself from touching you
and your precious fingers that have brushed mine ever so gently
and your candy, pink lips that have teased me ever so tame

i find you sitting ever so comfortable in my thoughts
crossing my mind with such ferocity it scares me
nicole Sep 2019
everyday i dive.
i've gotten so good at it, i don't even need the practice.
not to brag or anything but i don't even need to warm-up.
i get my legs ready to kick, and my arms ready to open themselves to the vastness of the cold, rough water.
nothing goes through my head as i do it, and i submerge myself just enough not to go too far...
                      *                        
And as the bell rings, I pick up my things, and prepare for the next trip out to sea.
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