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Woven between nerves and tendons
You travel like a piece of thread
Delicate and soft, the needle pierces
out through the epidermal and I finally see
The bright gleam of your teeth
Grinning as you bite down into me

Like your clothing, I am still and pliant
Only shifting to wrap around you once more
Only speaking to soothingly whisper
Against your skin, I am a blanket of secrets
You've woven into me once again

Come tomorrow, I will show your colors
And live the world by your design
Dyed in deep pigmented jasmine
Brightened emerald and sublime

Come tomorrow, I'm a painter,
A weaver, intertwined
Today, tomorrow, I will love you
And leave the monochrome behind
Syafie R Jan 16
You call me your dog,
your *****, your fool,
hurling words like stones
to shatter my heart.

I wag my tail anyway,
smiling through trembling lips,
fetching scraps of kindness
from the shadow of your hands.

You call me useless,
a beast beyond learning,
but I only want to please you—
to sit, to stay, to love.

Even as you turn away,
your voice cracking the whip,
I crawl through every wound,
bearing the weight of your name
like a leash around my soul.

For to be your dog
is still to be near you,
and I, the fool,
would bleed to feel you call me mine.
I cried so hard writing this poem. I'm deeply sorry for anyone who has ever felt the need to go to such painful lengths when loving someone. This is for you.
On your shoulder stands a monster
Name is insecurity
Grotesque green-eyed gargoyle
Subverting surroundings you see

My heart an antique treasure
Covered in dross and dust
Every afternoon bricks wedged between
Barrier built by broken trust

In haste to label me a villain
Strengths overlooked without a second glance
Few foolish mistakes I may have made
We will never succeed if you don't give us the chance

There's plenty space for us to grow
Turn over a new leaf
Full of abundant paranoia
No room in skull for belief

I cannot take anymore upheaval
Over and over again a skipping track
Interrogation ripping flesh
Infinite questions break back

On map I illustrate details
Appeasing you is tough
Doesn't matter how accurate my statements
Efforts seem to not ever be enough

I feel indignity
Gently caressing insight
Embracing like a family member
Not afraid of standing up for what's right

So very tired of being pegged as the bad guy
I take cover from insinuations
In a brave moment of futility
Kick the door in to house of expectations

I dance in entryway like the whole world is blind
Until I collapse because you make it so hard
Each invalid word flung my direction
Slowly wriggles through thought's guard

It comes together
Pieces of a mechanism
Dismembering my self-esteem
Out of nowhere insults are thrown my way
Rage rises in me like steam

My voices speak brutal tones
Echoing deeply within brain
Sometimes can't tell if my demons are lying
Till morning sheds light on what's sane

Sleeping dogs won't keep eyes closed
I'm turned upside down
I can't help but crawl back to your arms
When day shifts perception around

Every which way emotions are conflicted
Rest when you realize you are wrong
Leaving me alone in peace for awhile
Until next episode comes along

Till my fatigued legs are forced to start running
Miles to showa the light
Fly to a place with less distress
Pinky promise we will be alright

And wait for you to come to your senses
Whether noon or months from now
Playing out scene however it unfolds
In future like a garden we will bloom somehow

In jungle of life where so many are ruthless
Are the only man who catches my eye
Contrary to what imagination might assume
Have no inclination or need to glance at another guy

I told you before and I'll say it again
Simply not that kind of girl
Fact that you would even entertain that notion
Truthfully makes me want to hurl

We have faced fair share of challenges
I'm sure there are more to come
If you want me to be better try building my confidence
Instead of opposite like calling me dumb

Why does it look like you create obstacles?
If let be the path would remain clear
You search so persistently for problems
Eventually they are bound to appear

Making mountains of molehills
Just wish for you to appreciate what you've got
May never have as much to offer as you
I give you my love and that's a lot

I'm left wondering where things went wrong
Striving to present my best
Will you notice what's so obvious to me?
Despite our issues we both are blessed

Think if eyes were truly open
Have nothing but faith in me
Loyalty and devotion are screaming at top volume
You are too focused on my shortcomings to see
Sorry it's a little long
JAMIL HUSSAIN Jan 10
(Two roses, passionate and peaceful, their love a force that is simultaneously grounding and elevating. Where Valentina is the beautiful, passionate lover, Lucian is the constant protector and source of light. Their love—is as eternal as the blooming of roses, forever intertwined in a dance of devotion, passion, and protection)

Valentina:
Dearest companion of my soul,
How you are the very light that makes me whole!
Your ruby hue, so rich and fine,
Doth bring to mind the sun’s last shine.
When I am near you, all else doth fade,
As though the world in reverence laid.
Oh, let me linger in your arms so near,
For in your presence, I hold no fear.
I am yours, petal by petal, year by year.

Lucian:
Ah, my most beloved, you speak with such grace,
Your words a sweet balm, my heart’s embrace.
Your fragrance, gentle as the morning breeze,
Doth whisper of love’s most tender pleas.
I am but a simple rose in your domain,
Yet in your gaze, I rise again, free of pain.
Your red is more than nature’s design—
It is the very soul of love, divine.

Valentina:
Indeed, dear one, your words touch me so—
As though they were written in the heavens’ glow.
Your fragrance, like a gentle hymn, doth rise,
Filling my heart, my thoughts, my skies.
When I am kissed by the wind’s soft hand,
I dream of you, our love’s sweet land.
Would that I could forever stay,
Bathed in the sweetness of your sway.

Lucian:
How cruel it is that time doth part,
Yet you remain the keeper of my heart.
Your red is not the hue of mere flowered bloom,
But the shade of passion, of love’s sweet room.
With each petal that soft doth fall,
I am reminded of love’s most noble call.
Though our seasons may soon be done,
Know, dearest one, we shall always be one.

Valentina:
Oh, my darling, your words so tenderly spoken
Are the very breath of love, unbroken.
Let us not fret what seasons may bring,
For love transcends time’s fleeting wing.
In your arms, I am not bound by age or fate—
With you, my dear, I shall always wait.
For the red of our hearts shall ever remain,
A symbol of love’s most sweet refrain.

Lucian:
And so we bloom, not for the hour,
But for the gift of love’s full power.
Your fragrance shall live in every breeze,
Whispering sweetly through the trees.
Though our petals may fall, our love is true—
In every bloom, I shall find you.
For in your red, I see the endless sky,
And in your gaze, I shall never die.

Valentina:
Then, my dearest, let us rise above the earth,
And evermore, in love, find our worth.
For though we may fall with the autumn rain,
Our love will bloom, again and again.
In your red, I see the fire of our days,
In your fragrance, the sweetness of all that stays.
Together, dear, let us ever be,
Two roses bound in eternity.

Lucian:
Forever, my love, this bond we shall share,
For your heart and mine are beyond compare.
In the garden of life, where love is sown,
We shall bloom in a glory of our own.
Let others fade, let others fall—
In your red, I am blessed, after all.
A Scarlet Embrace 10/01/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
Soraya Ali Dec 2024
Some nights, I search for you under the covers
You are tucked away safely in my dreams,
Scaling mountains made of eucalyptus bark
Swimming in shallow plunge pools with breath taking views
And kissing in a queen sized bed

What makes one worthy of devotion?

You loved me as much as the moon loves the earth
Handwritten notes stained with kisses and tears
Stealing paper hearts and secret touches
Sacrifices and thoughtful gestures
The best strain of love

But my name can never accompany yours on a piece of paper
Is devotion given or is it earned?
Let me know how devotion feels
Aliyana Dec 2024
Will you kiss my scars?
Will you love my rot and decay too?
Crystallize me in all that’s unnatural and unpleasant.
Frame me in my ugly.
Be there when I see no light but only beckoning hands into the darkness.
Cut me your hand to hold instead of trimming the edges of my sanity.
Starve yourself with me. Starve yourself of me.
Taste me when I’m solely iron in your body,
trickling down your nose to remind you I'm there.
Feed me sugar cubes to keep the flies warm.
Wean me off the good stuff until I shame you for sharing.
Won’t you keep me sated?
Won’t you blanket your daisies in my mouth?
But what about the moths?
What about the maggots and, oh, what about the monkeys that tease you to let me go?
Let the dead go. Let her go, they say.
You won’t kiss my scars again if you knew I was dead.
Decaying won and I still love you!
I still love you.
I still love you.
How can’t I?
You loved me enough to care for the rot.
written in april. i find myself returning to this community and site after discovering it 7 yrs ago and it remains an underrated place for poets.
showyoulove Dec 2024
Abba, bless me, so in all that I do
In all things, I may give glory to you
Grant, I pray, the peace and the grace
Content to be still and gaze at your face
I love to sit by your side and listen to your voice
But so often I'm restless: distracted by noise
Rushing around in perpetual motion
When I need to be in perpetual devotion
God be my joy, come and be my light
Come to my aid; rescue me in my plight
By rising to life, the flesh, you glorified
In the shadow of your cross I will hide
In death, you overcame both sin and grave
Your love for me was strong enough to save
Be my one love, my God, my King, my Prince of Peace
Satisfy this holy hunger and ever increase
You take us back even when, your love, we spurn
You come running out to meet us on our return
You are my inheritance and my worth Oh Lord
You reconcile us to yourself with one accord
Erwinism Nov 2024
Years’ worth in our days swirl in our thoughts of lovely hands clasped in ours with no resolve of ever letting go.

Though the fates and sanguine melancholy conspire to break the bonds nothing can keep this sight from being enthralled

shall he, happiness dancing waltz with the sea, ever forget?

The tempest-swept shore of unyielding grace remains true to the beacon, be it in the peaks or prairies; a promise,

no matter how trampled still blossoms without the acquiescence of seasons, be they winter or spring,

until the day a tombstone is offered and a coat rack for weariness to hang,

no smiles will eternally be wasted on a frown as is with fear will be on Pennywise the clown.

We are here, and we are now until we become yesterday, our hearts unbowed

And yet, long after light has left times eyes, and last fogging breath has been drawn,

the echoes resound, love, unyielding, seared into the skin of eternity.

Strands of flesh, a promise, binding lives that once strobed like starlight, the universe chants with shared joys, sorrows, and dreams.

For every stumble, every fracture, every tear that pelted our time, we rise, reforged in the fires of devotion’s heat.

Love is no fleeting gale but the tide that shapes continents, despite the world’s cruel dissonance, harmony prevails.

And when the final curtain falls on this fleeting stage, let it be known we did not merely survive but thrived, kindled.
I lose my shape, shattered
In turmoil, deeply battered
Beneath my veil, head bowed and tattered.

I lose my way, defeated
In steps that forget to plead,
In anger blind to its misdeeds.

O Master of the Universe,
I am lost,
Forgotten the path of obedience.

O Ruler of the Horizon,
At Your door, I knock in submission,
To embrace the light of devotion.
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