Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Miriam Aug 2021
He pulled me in close
Then He whispered in my ear
Baby you have nothing to fear
I turned to face him
With a cheeky grin
and whispered back I’m glad your here
He wrapped himself around me
Then We danced all night
Going strong till the morning light
Holding each other’s arms
Embraced in each other’s palms
Baby it just felt so perfect and so right
He whisked me away
Then swept me off my feet
We danced to the DJ and the beat
Had the time of our life
I forgot all my strife
I swear god knew that we would meet
He gently kissed my lips
Then we ordered more drinks
I ignored all the other boys winks
All that mattered was him
Forget the shots and gin
This night was where our forever would begin
This is a poem about meeting someone special on a night out and them having a place in your life
Miriam Aug 2021
Fall in love with yourself again
Look within
There is beauty in the places we try to hide
You know
Remember to love yourself for who you are know your worth you are perfect the way you are own it!
Miriam Aug 2021
I don’t know what tomorrow holds
But with you baby the sky’s are gold
I don’t know what our future is
But with you baby I don’t want to miss
A single second ,minute, hour or day
We all have that special someone who you know will make the days you go into better together
Lune Quiller Aug 2021
You sow seeds of your life,

By your own self.

You wish that they survive,

Without others' help.


You put some water of affection,

And desire for a vibrant leaves collection.

You anticipate it show the true inner reflection.


You wish the plant to grow soon,

It peaks out and sees the brutality.

You take care of it in the blazing afternoon,

So that it doesn't adapts to the causality.


You wish it to grow into a sturdy brawny tree,

Which gives fruits and blooms flowers,

Which can be set free,

And is full of vie and power.


Once it's usual to the surroundings,

People come and go.

And say bad words cursily

The tree- it's morals go low.


The imaginations and expectations

All are failed.

Full of scars and suctions

You now sailed.

Back to - from where you came.

No guilt, no regret, no shame.

You think to earn more fame,

Making your life truly lame.


The tree without you died,

Because it had no hope.

Are you still capable to say "it's mine"

It is long gone.
Lune Quiller Aug 2021
After the day is over

And the thrush begins lullabies.

I need to escape from this tiredness

By going into sweet delight.

Softly like heaven's fleece

Those eyelids close in thought.

I'm in a state so easily forgettable

Yet one that I like the most.
Miriam Aug 2021
Right now I’m standing here all alone
But for once In my life that’s fine
Cause I’m tired of battling dark nights
So I’m finally winning this fight

And All I thought I knew before
Comes crashing down to the floor
Cause Now I know I’m better alone
So don’t even bother to phone

Cause I...

Thought I was blind couldn’t see the light
But you taught me how to run in the dark
Thought I was deaf couldn’t hear advice
But I know better not thinking twice

And now I’m finally opening my eyes
I’m running towards the light  
And now I’m finally hearing life’s beat again
I’m ready and willing to fight

Cause all that you thought you had done
Is killed off without a gun
And all that you wanted to take
Is gone a buried with no mistake

Oh oh oh

So right now I’m standing here all alone
But for once in my life that’s fine
Gone and forgotten r the dark nights
I’ve fought and won the fight
No not letting you ruin this life x2
Not today not tomorrow not tonight
The latest song I have written about overcoming toxic things in your life and being fine with where u are in your relationships or life letting go of those toxic things and being yourself
Hex May 2021
Slipping free from yester's time,
A Feather trapses yond the way,
On wind it floats, a step, sublime,
Dipping and ducking flakes of grey,
Those forged by winter, the sun's decay,
Plates of ivory, why must they hack?
Torn soil, a relic of why you turn away,
Soar away, O Feather, and don't float back.

O Sea, so fair, shimmering as a chime,
As the wind you switch, and you sway,
And your blues shine like a dime,
But if he drifts beyond the bay,
Will waters claim him, as they say?
Or shall he wash back, with the wrack?
To you, O Sea, he mustn't stray,
Soar away, O Feather, and don't float back.

O Mount, your peak, the rigorous climb,
At your summit, scores kneel and pray,
Your caps glow white, with a grass bed of lime,
If you were where the feather must stay,
Shall your perils bring him fray?
Must he lie in caves of black?
Nay, a feather must fly, and outward he must splay,
Soar away, O Feather, and don't float back.

O Feather, O Feather, where will you spend your days?
Here I must halt on the trail of your track,
Seize the wind, O Feather, the world is your prey,
Soar away, O Feather, and don't float back.
A tale of independence.
Bell Apr 2021
yestereve we succame
A lengthy ballad of longing
formerly one of obstinance
flared in a cacophony of passion

Whilst usually twirling in a seemly epitome fashion,
yestereve a caprice thought laid heavy on hearts
as there was no doubt of desire
nor were there objections to her
for even when my affections consumed you
lady desire was just an inexorable

yestereve she picked petals from a Sinensis blossom
there went the pain
any semblance of grudge
along with sanity
reason
and lastly, walls as carefully constructed as that of Pyramus and Thisbe's
such vulnerability unmatched
for your sweet scent lulled me from the arms of reason
for reason, although safe,
is the most intricate and fragile part of the ballad
and the first to fall victim to the cascade

What a fool I must be to have gladly forgotten the kinks of your hands
or the freckles on the back of your neck that form a perfect triad.
The way your upper lip curls when you grin
made my glissade blissful and passionate
Your flustered twirl
the very epitome of aubade

Ignorant of the harsh retombe of reality
Your flustered face En L'air
Every touch a pleasant surprise that formed a grand symphony

A moment of unfiltered emotion
A heavenly ballad
so cruelly of yestereve.
twas hard to replicate this feeling after knowing how it all ends
Bell Apr 2021
My sweet evanescent orange
although it has been a quiescent season, our time seems to be running short
As you happen to be a seasonal delight
and although our dalliance has been lovely
it has not been one of moiety
I will miss your
rough skin
dulcet taste
and your slender intricate eyes like that of a flickering leaf
Your bittersweet words had a redulcent undertone,
puzzling,
in the most delightful way
but as examine said parcel of citrus before me
I find a scintilla droplet of lament
for I do not wish for this season to end
I am mindful that it would be quite stingy of me to ask you to obtain till next season
for I do not hold possession of your bucolic tree
nor do I know if there will be a following season
So for the time being I will refrain from harboring jealousy of others who admire you
for although I nurtured and paid homage to this Sinensis tree
I am aware
that I am but a visitor
sitting under a grand opulent tree
enjoying your sweet taste
while we are still in season
Eesha Mar 2021
Blood.
Blood from paper cuts,
bloodied knees from falling all day
Innocent blood that transferred to bed sheets and
I began to hide, its profanity that was sacred but
I never understood.
And here I am, no more appalled, celebrating the beauty of blood.
Next page