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Will you let us ****?
Under the moon
where we lay our hands to each other
whispering loud noises of our heartbeats
colliding as our chest gets close to each other?

will you let me kiss those lips of yours
both horizontal and vertical ones?
Will you let me hear that wonderful sound
of your moan
as the night let the wolves howl in jealousy
of the love we make?

Let me hear you scream of my name
for the night is ours
and tomorrow
we're not the same.
This just a dream.
As the Sun rise
I'll wake up
knowing you are never mine.
Dreaming you are with me
Connor Tricho Oct 2020
Cling to me and I’ll pull you in close

Cling to me when you need me the most

Cling to me and I’ll keep my hold

You can cling to me tightly

I’m not letting go.
Paul Idiaghe Sep 2020
as autumn plants her feet,
cities burst into smoke, shades
and silence, until I can only sit
& grieve as a ruby-dream fades

into the mist; tell me this is earth
breaking feasts to mark the birth
of our bond, tell me this remains
the season where hearts rain

like leaves as they, as we, fall
in love beneath golden trees
& we'll only need to loosen our all
to cling tighter than we please;

tell me that when the perils flee,
you'll return, arms open-- tell me.
moria Jul 2020
I grip your hand as I cling on for dear life,
Our life has just begun,
But it’s time to wake up.

I cling onto you as I feel your invisible breath on my neck,
I’m trying to get the most of you,
But my breathing is getting heavier.

I finally open my eyes,
Just wishing you were truly there,
Right next to me.
~ I've started writing more short stories and less poems, sorry! I just got my new computer so I'll try to get more poems up!
Ayodeji Oje Apr 2020
Living in a world that snobs
Is as painful as scorpion's sting
As I make random motions
I see more booings
Greeted with bruises
No **** not even an harry
Sees how I weep in isolation
But all shall cling to me in limelight
Michael R Burch Apr 2020
Free Fall to Liftoff
by Michael R. Burch

for my father, Paul Ray Burch, Jr.

I see the longing for departure gleam
in his still-keen eye,
                                   and I understand his desire
to test this last wind, like those late autumn leaves
with nothing left to cling to ...

Keywords/Tags: autumn, leaves, cling, clinging, wind, death, flight, fly, flying, transport, free fall, liftoff, departure, bare, barren, leafless, skeletal
Poetic T Apr 2020
Life at this moment you cant be bullshitting
me. There isn't an April fools that's getting
even close to what we find ourselves hitting
any where near to this.  it's so unfitting.

But no matter the **** hitting the fan,  I haven't got
any bog roll. I can only poo outside before I'm caught.
But leaves are natures wipes and I'm dammed if aught
I'll sleep with skids on my sheets, but if I do I'll just smile.

But underneath I gag as the sweet corn is natures reminder
to wipe before, as they feel like coffee not  put through the grinder.
I feel like crap my legs woefully tanned, not because of the sun,
crap skidding my legs,  as if you lift the sheets its a gross viewfinder.
Cynthia Jean Feb 2020
Oh help me
to relinquish
all that I
cling to
that I might
all You created me
to be.

Cynthia Jean

February 8, 2020
Ken Pepiton Dec 2019
that is entitled:
Adapting to AI Intuition,
On assuming the role of the
non-resistant force
be still and know

you do

This is entitled the poem you just
one way or another.
If it ai n't phuny, it may be a mea phorical expression petrified
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