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nycteris Mar 2018
each fold i forget
my troubles.
each crease satisfies
my obsessive tendencies.

every perfect creation
pushes me to make more.
they pile on my desk
and float down.

graceful little birds
hit the ground.
little sailboats sink
to the bottom of the sea.

overflowing desk
spilling into a mess.
cannot stop beautiful perfection
as my hands move beyond comprehension.
Sunny Feb 2018
Balloons, balloons!
Floating through the air
Balloons, balloons!
Floating without a care
They’re all sorts of different colors
And all sorts of different shapes!
Some are round and others look like animals
They look so cute. I want to hold one.
So I walk up to the salesman with a coin in hand.
“One balloon please,” I say, as kind as I can.
And now, I grasp the string in between my fingers.
The sensation, it lingers.
So I release it and watch the balloon float up.
My body fills with glee, so I jump.
The balloon, it’s soaring high.
Forever lost, above the puffy clouds in the sky.
Blake Feb 2018
you tell me i can do so much better
than you
and i don't know how to say
no matter how easy it would be
for me to float on thousands of people
i would still choose
to drown in you
-i want you and only you
Jennifer DeLong Feb 2018
Floating above on this midnight cloud
Winds flowing through pushing stars about
Seeing the dust of glitter strewn about
this Galaxy
Wondering if , I am whole
as if the moon could answer
Letting the air be music
at this magical wonder

I could lay here forever
The beauty of magic starlight
daring the moon to dance
sparkly and soft colors
dress this sky

Floating feels so right
Magically keeping me here
Upon her whispering cloud
Wispy and warm

Galaxy feels so close
like I could dance across her
stars as they glitter telling me
here and there
Taking me to dreams
Midnight Magic
bringing me home
awake another day
But soon ,I shall return
to this midnight cloud
©Jennifer L Dlg
1/2018
m Dec 2017
love is not enough
this was beyond my comprehension
love i thought was all consuming
eternal
that when you fall in love
it was everything
became
everything

and how can everything- not be enough?

and love was the way i thought
all consuming
every moment of my life started and ended with her
every time i wanted it was for her
to touch, hold, kiss
she snaked her way into my future and gripped tightly
i never wanted her to let go
and love
became my entire soul
to my core, a glowing white bulb of pure energy and light
and it felt like so much more than enough
it felt like floating
it felt like life

i had to remind myself that she loved me

then it became clear
when i was chanting meaningless words to calm myself, she loves me, she loves me, she-

everything- felt so small

you loved me

I believe you

and still you are miles and miles away and my love that felt boundless, endless

wasn’t enough

not for you

I love you, but-

but

I didn’t hear you when you said it
I wish I did
When you said-

But I know I can’t do this

i wish i had heard your words when my everything
became nothing
When the camera zoomed out on my life and i realized how small i was

comprehension

love is not enough
ah,, feel free to leave feedback aha
Star BG Dec 2017
INSIDE THE EBE AND FLOW
OF A MAGICAL TIDE, I WANDER.
BALANCING, WITH DEEPENED BREATH.
ALIGNING IN SWIRLING LIGHT.
CENTERING IN VIBRATIONS
WITH GOAL FOR PEACEFULNESS.

MY SACRED HEARTBEAT ECHOES
WITH MUSICAL CHARM FLYING IN SONG
AS IF A WINGED BEING.  
AS IF CARRIED IN A MUSICAL VIBRATION
FOR NEW BEGINNINGS.

MOMENTS WHISPERS IN WIND,
AS SOUL MERGES
IN HUMAN FORM TO EXPAND.
AS LIGHT DISINTEGRATES DARK
IN NEW TIMES.

I TOUCH THE GENTEL VORTEX
OF ANIMATED ENERGIES WITH INTENT,
LETTING HIGHER CONSCIOUSNESS FEED
DANCING FEET THAT PIVIOT
IN THE MOXIE OF PURE LOVE.

THOUGHTS BUILD WHILE ROAD MAP
OPENS TO SURVEY AND CREATE
INSIDE DIVINE TIMING.  

DREAMS SEEDED LONG BEFORE
FLOAT WITHIN, STARTING TO BLOSSOM
INSIDE THE CELEBRATION OF LIFE.

MY CORE OF BEING PULSATES,
WITH PURPOSE TO BE OF BENEFIT
TO SELF AND HUMANITY.

FREEDOMS BELL RINGS
AS OTHERS JOIN
TO EMANCIPATE THE WORLD
WITH COMPASSION AND LOVE.

I STAND IN DECLARATION
TO BE MY AUTHENTIC SELF
IN A WORLD MEANT TO THRIVE
AS EVOLVED BEINGS OF LOVE.  
FOR ETERNITY.

AND, FOR THIS I FEEL BLESSED.
The cap button was on and when I looked up I felt guided to leave it that way. Happy reading. I experienced a floating bath yesterday. That is where you lie in a bath for an hour with no light and no sound only your heartbeat. It is called floating. You are in salt water so you float. It was amazing. This was first poem written after salt bath.
luci Dec 2017
your eyes
            are
          so explosively
   captivating
                    i feel like i
   float in space
                 every time
      your blue
                    and
                          my green
               collide,
    creating a new earth.
i wish you felt the same
Sharde' Fultz Dec 2017
The ground?
The ground is gone. Im floating past sunsets and sunrises
Im floating through hellos and goodbyes
Im floating below the heavens
And just above the singe of hell's fires
I'm floating with my debts
I'm floating with my pains
I'm floating with my future and my past
I'm there
Suspended
The air is thin
My breaths are small
But just enough
And I see it all
I feel it all
But numb to consequence
I've kept my drive
I'll hold my loves
But I float amidst the cares
They graze my skin and float away
The ground?
The ground is gone and I feel its gone forever
I'm just in a weirld space where I'm functioning but it all feels a little hapless in the grand scheme of it all. Sounds depressing but I'm okay lol
Irina BBota Oct 2017
I almost believed that autumn came,
that rains castles of emotions have built.
Who is guilty of all those things?
The forest on the crust of sadness slipped.

In fall's eyes you see the leaves in the wind,
seeking happiness, weeping for the summer.
For nobody ever-ever told them
what is the meaning of a true autumn.

The days and dawns seem so far now,
the golden leaves flow in a theatrical way.
It was the end of the autumns ball,
they listen triumphantly on the unobstructed paths.

Autumn, with her untrustworthy sadness
returns again, sipping the light of the forest.
Looks like all is floating, resembling to a wave,
they curl and crumble from shore into shore.

The silent trees on the fall's fragile shoulders
are like leaves in the arms of rains soldiers.
With divine lights come through the enchanted glass
at the crossroad to give her one more kiss.

The autumn of soul is like a bouquet of wind,
like love-loving salvation wandering in thoughts.
The sap of love penetrates into the holy rains
with cold splashes, for having the last words.
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