Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Yusof Asnan May 2018
/kənˈtɛntm(ə)nt/

noun

The moment that
he holds her in
his arms

-HIY
Sabila Siddiqui Apr 2018
She wrote his name on the seashore, along with what she never told. Taking a step back, she let the turbulent waves crash upon the shoreline and wipe away it all away. She let the words be taken back by the retrieving waves, letting them be lost in the sea. Inhaling the cold air that made every cell of her shiver she hoped one day the words will be whispered by the breeze from the sea.
sankavi Apr 2018
sometimes its not words that make poetry
his eyes... his eyes are my favourite poem
sankavi Apr 2018
I learned today
that for eyes to be like oceans
they don't have to be blue

i drowned in his eyes
Yusof Asnan Apr 2018
For every time he gave up,
That was his cry for help.

-HIY
Colm Apr 2018
She is starlight cold
The kind which radiates me
And I am mere glass
Formed by timeless sandy days
And iridescent are we
It's takes more than one jewel to make a crown. And when I'm here. I'm yours in mind.
Colm Apr 2018
Do you doubt that the dawn
Will arise anew?
After the hours
In between?

Do you doubt that God
Will not cover you?
With his pinons
As his wings?

For as a child of little
Be full of faith.
And of faithfulness
Indeed.

For as the sun
Each day,
Decides to flee
So our God will never leave.
My sight can only see so much. And my words will inevitably fall short. Because I have human blood and he has eternity to offer. And I'm thankful that he's so willing to share. *nod* Very thankful indeed.

Psalms 91
make her
lipstick
want
to
kiss me
do anything
hE
could
?









...
..
.
tag
...
..
.
Next page