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Dhaara T Apr 2017
Two hearts ignited
Over long conversations
When two time zones merged
"I fail to see how you can fall in love with a person without meeting them!"
"I fail to see how you cannot."
"People lie on the internet."
"You're half right. People lie."

(Read my poem, get a micro-story free!) :P Sorry guys, don't mind me! :) <3
Julie Grenness Jan 2017
Way back when, when I was a teen,
I missed the morning 7:17,
The train was cancelled again,
Nothing changed, missed connections, pain!
I read it the other day, okay?
Still cancelling the 7:17 each day!
Feedback welcome.
Apollo Hayden Dec 2016
Past the skin I've caught glimpses of your soul
From the things that you've done to what you still do
I just wanted you to know
I see you
Melanie Kate Nov 2016
You took my sails and filled them with the air of your words,
Guided them through my darkness with the light in your eyes,
And gave my journey momentum with the current of your voice.
The course traversing through entire ocean-filled universes.
Breathless.
Hopeful.
Silent.
(C) MKD 2016
Tim S Oct 2016
Whenever I get down into the station,
I get a fluttering of nervousness.
When I come up off the escalator,
And you're standing there -
Au Bon Pain in hand -
I get a rush.

We've spoken once and we were ill timed this morning.
Today I was prepared -
Determined.
Much to my dismay, you were nowhere to be found.

Blue headphones.
Green eyes.
I transferred alone at Grand Central.
A follow up to Subway Connections. Kim and I never truly connected but there's no harm in trying.
John Niederbuhl Oct 2016
There was an old snapping turtle
That she thought of as a pet;
It might have been older than she was
(That's how old turtles can get.)

One day he crawled out of the pond,
And she fed him fish from a can;
"Isaac" came back on occasion
To eat right out of her hand.

One day, he crawled to the road
And was almost hit by a truck--
The driver, being a kind soul,
Stopped and picked Isaac up.

He carried the turtle to safely,'
Setting him loose on the lawn,
Then drove away in his pick-up
As the old woman looked on.

She hobbled down to her Isaac,
Keeping steady with her cane;
When she finally got there
She pointed at him and exclaimed:

"Isaac, this time you were lucky,
You know I've warned you before:
That road is very dangerous,
You might get his by a car!"
Tamara Fraser Sep 2016
Who do I give my love to?
Can I return home? To something
lost, found, lost.
Myself, the barren cage,
Do you ever stop and breathe
in where I place your love
now?

Now. *** is so commercialised, objectified, underrated and understated;
fearful and lust-driven;
you want me to give it
to you so badly ,
I don’t even get to quote
‘we made love’
anymore.

Being close with you has taken on
the same meaning
as talking
on the phone
with you for an hour.
Rigmarole Sep 2016
All to readily I disagree
in spite of knowledge deep within me
to vex myself in such a way 
challenges and makes me disobey

Too short too quick I drop into responses 
but only to raise the heckles of dunces 
and engage to rage a million nuances
yet still I continue until I find
that one person that I can easily bind

A communication that’s easy to shift
that’s rewarding uplifting and holds a gift
to bring together inspired fresh thoughts 
and with new minds on these rare occasions 
when the like meets the like 
rewards me enough and entices celebrations
Tim S Sep 2016
Subway Connections.
Your music in your ears
Your eyes to mine

Subway Connections
Where we throw our eyes at each other and then get off the train,
Only to transfer with each other and walk the same path.

But you're connected.

Subway Connections
Your smile to my cordial, inviting glance.
From my battle against your connection to a battle against my nerves

Subway Connections
They're fluttering and frightening
They're either missed or taken.

Subway Connections
**We missed.
I used to see this ******* the 4/5 train every morning. I did eventually talk to her, but this poem is the beginning of the connection.
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