Fantasizing Feeling Needing Something scarce is eating at my melancholy. As I deliberate, a vigor burns beneath my blood. I get so warm thinking about his hands griping my hips. My cheeks flush at the thought of his skin pressed heavily against mine. Unalloyed ecstasy His subsistence is the key that reveals my coffer. I beg to feel his breathing For him to cognize how much I want to gratify his every desire. Slow motion when I fantasize. A room bursting of fine riches I could erupt with gratification. A gentleman who can pleasure me both with innocence and sensuality. Rarity that comes as one. He demonstrates loves configuration, he bestows complexity and certainty. One could ****** with the thought of his supportive charisma. I weaken at the awareness of his reciprocated needs. The definition of love is embraced through his actions. Bleeding perfection, he is untouchable. He makes me feel amity. He is the dream I want to feel as I shut my eyes at dusk.
I can sense him so close, yet when I open my eyes I’m alone.
The soloist closes their eyes and leans in to play their instrument, an intertwined movement as the musician and their tool becomes one. An ever so subtle look of one who loves to that which is intimate, knowing the sentiment that was formed now may never be undone.
The dance is bittersweet as the moment has already began to fade, a beautiful sight with the undertones of a melancholic symphony. Even though the house lights stayed a lit and the music swayed the musician could see the end coming of this moment so vividly.
This temporary music spreads out into infinity, where all is left is the memories. Notes and undertones that almost approach divinity, where all is left is the reveries.
The house lights went out, the soloist left gasping for air. Every delicate sensation overwhelmed but they didn't care.
Our nights filled with dreams of music as it drifts quietly off into the night sky forming into stars.
Take your hand in mine As I lead you through time I hoped you’d be here for this This is not something you’re gonna wanna miss Let’s reminisce about how we first met We were at the coffee shop you hadn’t ordered yet You looked at me with those beautiful green eyes. I swear my heart melted on sight. You asked me for my name. I swear you felt it too. That we would be together, our singleness was through. We talked, we had a lot in common. I knew it was a good omen. Then I got brave and asked you out for a date. And the rest is history… My life with you is great.
Under the water Where the fish roam Nothing could be better Animals may call home Many of the fish are fearful Others are not Because they are plentiful Many will be caught All have a sense of location In the great deep blue I really have a temptation To come and find you
This is a poem that I wrote as an amateur poet. I'm Noah Libitsky and I'm in 8th grade. An idea for a poem just popped up in my head and I decided to work on it. If this goes well I might go into writing poems professionally.