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p1st0l 2d
The sea an enraged, angry soul,
But the peaceful shore will always calm it.
The vigorous waves of the sea are drawn to the shore,
And the shore will always receive and accept these tides as its own
The hateful currents often crash against the shoreline,
The shoreline in return embraces the sea and calms it
The sea is nothing but hateful, and angry without the shore,
And the shore has no purpose without the sea.
I feel like the sea and the shore have a very deep relationship. They both depend on each other in order to do what they have to. It's kind of like being in a relationship, in my opinion.
Nadzhs 3d
Yeah, this world is a cold place, the wind blows through my soul
Shoulders are heavy, stress makes me feel like a loaded coal
Smile is glued on, but my insides don't feel bright
Need a little something, something to hold me tighter🤗
So baby, can I give you a hug?🤔
Just a squeeze, to chase this blues
My heart feels like it's broken
See, it's not about being weak, it's not about being soft
Sometimes the strongest warriors need a place to crawl back up
Life is a battlefield, but even kings need a rest
And your hugs, baby, are the best!🥺
So baby, can I give you a hug?🤔
Just hold me tight, make me feel safe🥺
Nothing fancy, nothing new, just your hugs, it's  medicine
More than just a hug,🤗 it's a whisper of hope
A reminder that kindness, even in small doses, can do the trick
So baby, come on, hold me🤗
Please, give me a little squeeze🤗
To remind me that I'm human, and that's all I need to feel🥺❤️
Makenna May 22
In the vast tapestry of existence, behold,
Life weaves its intricate threads of stories untold.
A dance of fleeting moments, both gentle and wild,
where love and death intertwine, forever beguiled.

Life, a fragile vessel sailing uncharted seas,
Embodied in souls, teeming with hopes and dreams.
A precious heartbeat, a symphony of breath,
A canvas painted with both joy and bitter depths.

In the embrace of down's golden gleams,
Love emerges like a river, flowing in steams.
A divine force the defies all reason and law,
It binds hearts together, leaving them in awe.

Love, a brave warrior, battling time's relentless march,
Through moments of bliss and wounds that leave a lasting mark.
It whispers sweet sonnets in a lover's ear,
And enfolds the world, erasing every fear.

But amidst this dance of love, life's fragile thread,
Death lurks nearby, silent and dread.
A gentle reaper, embracing all souls,
Leading them into the unknown as it unfolds.

Death, the ultimate truth that we all must face,
An equalizer, transcending every race.
It shatters the illusions we hold dear,
Reminding us that life is both fleeting and clear.

Together, life, death, and love coexist,
A delicate balance, a persistent tryst.
They shape our journeys and sculpt our fate,
Guiding us through mysteries we can't navigate.

So let us cherish each breath that we take,
Embrace the love that our hearts ache.
For life, death and love, intertwined they be,
A poignant harmony, painting our human tapestry,
The Tapestry of Our Life.
L.L.K Forever 22
Fall greets the earth as summer slips quietly away.
The seasons are changing, as the leaves shift in color from Emerald Green and Chartreuse
to Russet Browns, antiques of their once fine grandeur,
though still splendid in their beauty.
The color of the leaves, as if painted by hand, so individually crafted.
With swirls of Orange and Coquelicot, the leaves fall as if they are gracing the earth the way a painter graces their canvas.
The air grows cooler, giving way to new glory, breezy winds that whisper, carrying undertones of what is to come.
The lakes feel the chill, and the creatures understand that the changing winds will soon give way to a glacial paradise, an icy oasis.
The changing of the season from summer to fall is one I look forward to,
for there is something in the change that brings back fond memories.
Days filled with love, days spent in front of the fire, snugly wrapped, watching the flames twirl and dance.
Days filled with wonder, days in which my life seemed to move along to a soft and gentle melody that only I could hear.
Days when I held to life, and it met me with grace.
Still now, when I feel the fall winds gently embracing my skin,
I feel the same wonder, and that old melody carries me away again.

-Rhia Clay
I know it's not the season for fall poetry. However, I wanted to share a piece I wrote a while back that brings back fond memories. I hope you'll enjoy it too. :)
How the hand you extend is marked with scars
How familiar you are with rejection
How beautiful are those discolored stars
How none have been touched by hate's infection

How many are tears that drip on your chest
How much heat they hold, all stinging and strong
How much love they hold, how much do they bless
How strange that they're for the one who did wrong

How much do I ache when I meet your gaze
How my heart feels like it's all out of joint
How much does it break as you gently say,
"How could all you've done ever be the point?"

I burst my seams trying to hold your gift
A miracle hug across a great rift
Grace and reconciliation are so much more radical than we can conceive.
silvervi May 6
We never know how what we are experiencing now might help us in the future. Every experience is valid and may be useful. Let's embrace everything and trust.
Trust in life. Looking back I realize how much I have learned even though I labelled certain experiences a failure or a waste of time in the past.
Immortality Apr 15
As I stand beneath,
sky's embrace,
open arms,
claim me as its own.

each drop,
cold,
yet warmth blossom in me.

each raindrop,
feels as a caress,
a lover's kiss,
as it drenchs my soul.
just me and rain
When everything in sight bursts with colors bright
You anticipate sensations that excite
How you shake my body like ripples through the ground
How you make my head spin as if on a merry-go-round
Shots of whiskey soaking through my skin
Was it a glimpse of heaven or one step away from sin?
You said I am worthy of celebrating what's underneath my clothes
Fantasy manifested
Hair down to my toes
Does ever it captivate your mind with memories?
How it mattered to trace my curves with ease?
It is not intoxication causing my cheeks to flush
Hard finding words to correctly describe this rush
And never got another chance to repeat our brief interaction
Well I hope I was able to reciprocate the same level of satisfaction
I did my best being a version of myself I believed you'd desire
Amidst laughter realized sparks in my center had grown into fire
And I will cherish warmth even if I never see your face again
In veins your name flowed as effortlessly as ink from my pen
Unlike you and simplicity and perfection
Scars are too deep
Too afraid of rejection
And you pointing out reasons I had to love myself
For the first time in a long while seemed to truly help
I wish you could have cradled me in that tent forever
Of course every tie must eventually sever
In your presence I no longer was haunted by ghosts from my past
Potential palpable
Hours ended too fast
When our lips met pretended it would never stop
Unable to control way my stomach flip-flopped
You had this personality that made me feel good
I showed you my favorite spots around my neighborhood
It was obvious you were handsome
To have your interior match?
Already knew better than to get too attached
That night I was happier than I'd been in quite awhile
Surprised how easily you coaxed out my smile
I loved your tattoos and intelligent brain
Plus the method you used your hands made me go insane
We took dab hits staying up most of the night
Until we fell asleep conversing still holding each other tight
For two friends who had so recently met
Admit I sure felt close
*** was like a drug and I couldn't help but crave another dose
I yearned to be better
For you tried to be enough
With so much distance between us
Quitting too tough
So continued living
Stumbling the dark
The hunger shifted to somewhere in the back of my heart
I should have realized from the beginning you were too good for me
Did
Couldn't help but long for what couldn't be
These emotions will stick with me wherever I may go
When I seem sad I look back and recall the gentle glow
I felt when you hugged me
Oh I miss your embrace
In return I hope you sometimes also miss my face
I used to have a Lite-Bright when I was a kid I ******* loved that thing
hsn Apr 3
the glass stood tall once.  
       smooth, untouched,    
               shaped to expectation.  

then came the fall.  
the slip,  
         the drop,  
                 the ruin.  

hands hovered over the wreckage,  
  whispers of what was,  
    what could have been,  
       what will never be again.  

    no one wanted the pieces.  
           no one knew what to do with them.  
                they stared, they sighed, they left.  

      but someone stayed.  
             or maybe no one did, maybe just the dust.  
                    just the dust, and the silence, and the weight of absence.  

gold is a lie they tell to make it bearable.  

   it does not erase the cracks.  
      it does not restore what was lost.  
         it only makes the breaking visible.

   not untouched,  
           not perfect,  
                   but standing.  

   they call it beauty,  
             but it is only survival.  
                      they call it art,  
                                 but it is only memory.  

       if light filters through the seams,  
             does it mean it is still breaking?
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