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Ali Hassan May 16
I stretch beyond what eyes can see,
A boundless realm of sand and sea.
So vast, so still yet never bare,
A silence breathing everywhere.

I shimmer calm beneath the sky,
But hold a thousand storms nearby.
At times I whisper, soft and slow,
At times I rise, and roar, and throw.

I do not ask to be explored,
Nor beg the brave to seek my core.
I simply am too wide to bind,
Too deep for most to even mind.

They stand in awe along the shore,
And claim they've seen what I restore.
But all they see is surface blue,
A surface hiding what is true.

Some dip their toes, then flee the chill,
Some surf my waves, chasing the thrill.
They ride the rhythm, skim my face,
Yet never touch my shadowed place.

And then the divers come with pride,
With lungs like iron, eyes stretched wide.
They plunge with lights and fragile charts,
To chase the secrets in my heart.

They dive so deep their spirits strain,
Convinced they've touched my farthest vein.
But still I stretch, unknown, profound,
No end in sight, no solid ground.

And slowly, spent, they rise and drift,
Their courage dims, their will grows weak.
They whisper soft, “Too vast to keep,”
Then fade away, in silence deep.

Yet I remain the silent sea,
Not empty, but too deep to see.
A depth not meant for every soul,
A truth too wild to grasp in whole.
Grey May 14
If weeds could thrive—
Grow under duress,
Withstand the stomping,
Cling to minimal breath,
Evade the storm—
Then I want to be one.

No—
I am one.

But the downfall,
It’s a weakness:
Weeds get wiped out faster.
They welcome death
By choking what breathes beside them.
And so do I.
I realize.

I thought my forte was depth—
Roots dug well.
But now it’s dried, cracked,
And starting to burn
Others with it.
Marissa Lynn May 12
I will never forget our first night together.
The way he swiftly grabbed me by my waist the moment I shut the door behind me.
He pulled me in, hypnotized by his ocean blue eyes, I simply could not resist him.
He kissed me, and with the roaring intensity of a tidal wave, I was left there striped naked and exposed; swimming in the depths of his desire & unspoken love for me.
Our souls, bound to one another.
And it was a peaceful feeling.
A feeling of familiarity.
It felt as if my soul sighed in relief, because in that moment I knew that I have returned to a lover I have spent centuries seeking after.

I felt safe in his presence. Secure.
I could be vulnerable & shamelessly feminine.
Something I always yearned for but could never fully entrust onto another.
Out of fear & disappointment that they could not adequately nurture & protect me.
But what we shared was something that was once only found within the realm of my dreams, and the dark recesses of my subconscious.
A love that I knew in my bones existed all along and was desperate to experience again.
So desperate that I foolishly tried to seek our bond through partners that could only see me from the surface.
They were afraid to dive deep enough to reach me.
I was left drowning & gasping for breath, suffocating from the lack of depth and intimacy that they failed to provide to even themselves.
I was met only by men with lustful eyes and an unquenchable thirst that led to me enduring devastating betrayals & soul-crushing heartbreaks…

But on that first night with him, I understood why their love was only skin deep.
They were all lessons I had to learn.
Lessons to teach me to love & value myself so that I could transform, like a phoenix rising from the ashes of past lovers sins.
I shed my old skin, ready to embrace the world with a newfound love for myself.
My self-worth magnetizing him to me like a moth to a flame.
A sailor following a sirens call through the oceans mist.  
Circumstances kept us apart, but divine timing brought us together once I was ready.
Ready to let go, surrender and dance in the flames of our eternal love.
Joss Lennox Apr 25
clarity comes in waves, you weren't searching for,
like pieces of shipwreck, floating to the surface,
flooding the face, with forgotten memories
recounting treasures, once lost at sea.
Poem-A-Day Challenge for April 25th "write a memory poem".
Damocles Apr 22
A joke was told,
With a sleight of hand —
Magic show wizardry

Chests flare like a puff of smoke
Exhaled from lungs that broke
With no discernible direction
And rainbow flags pour out of sleeves
As the maestro gives no certain directive.

Who do fools fool
When is one fool following the fool?

A wilted rose
Crumbled inside a sweaty velvet hat
Where a dead rabbit lies dormant

"Abba Cadaver!"

Silly little cottontail
Didn’t you read the advert?
Tricks are for kids!

This magician makes spirits disappear
Like a seance with his liver,
Voices speaking loudly
The ethanol cleanses sorrow from the proud
When he goes to bow to a one-man crowd.

Hold court with a disappearing act
One can see the card drop below the white glove
But ignorance is bliss, like cotton candy after a meal missed
And ******, I came to see a magic show!

A dove appears in the form of a crow
Painted white and dead as winter snow
Stiff upon the ground, he swears it’s flying.

Just another deluded drunk,
Down the pail, and dying.
There's always that one person you know who thinks their S doesn't stink or that they have the upper hand on you...like a poor Houdini.
Joss Lennox Apr 19
Though the world may rage,
like gilded nightingales caught in a cage,
our souls can still sing softly.

The earth may crack with no footfall to faucet,
the fault doesn't always fall with the wind,
sometimes, the storm begins within.

This is why the search begins,
beneath the surface, where the silence knows our name,
where the echoes go to live.
I wrote this poem regarding times throughout my life I've felt stuck or "caged" due to societal norms. It's about introspection and resilience in a world full of noise and pain, committed to pushing their own narrative. When we're able to go within, true healing and strength begins. Diving deep into our silence to discover our authentic self, then fight like hell to defend it.
neth jones Apr 14
descend into the shuddery pressure deep                          
a still cold and pac like in sound reduction
unmending
arms folded over arms break loose for my way                  
my heart matter is here somewhere
below the level of finks of bioluminescence
below the predatory depth
fonds of rubbery reachers
snags of life
vented elements  from the earths magma
last checked 13/03/25
Debbie Apr 2
My cells in sweet contortion,  
as your passion infects me with  
magic poison.  
I wish I was boneless,  
so I could twist and fly your body  
all night long.  
I see the shadows of me I hide,  
in the blazing fire of your eyes.  
You plunged into me  
and seized my secrets from  
the tenor of my moans.  
In my deepest spaces,  
my core knows you are a lustful danger.  
My heart betrays my soul,  
offering you endless wild abandon.  
In between the grip
of my quivering canyon.
Random fantasy
Joss Lennox Mar 31
The worst part was thinking I saw you,
A you with depth,
A depth that matched mine,
But you just turned out to be
like everyone else.
when the rose colored glasses start to fade...
Ankush Mar 17
Words used words,
Weird that is words,
Words much words,
Where now words.

    Words that starts,
And words which end.
    Words just words,
    And stop pretdend.

Words in hands and hands,
Everywhere.
Hands that blurts,
    And anywhere.

He used words,
She used words,
They took words,
    And world look them.

Word bind word,
Wind that wend,
Worse change words,
Chained that weight.

    Words that started,
And the world which ends.
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