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dead poet Dec 2024
she was a good wife:
beautiful, honest, kind, soft -
just like her silence.
dead poet Dec 2024
your smile confounds:
how it opens at my touch
yet, closes softly,
like a snare that traps my defiance;

                            - keeps me modest.

i adore how your lower lip spasms with desire,
while your upper lip struggles to hide it.
i know there’s more to your smile,
for i have kissed you -
with an undying thirst
that respawns at the close of day.

i’ll forever be in awe -
of the benevolence you summon
with your subtleties;

                          - keeps me honest.

i long for your smile;
i long for your love;
i long for another day -
with you.
dead poet Dec 2024
a nervous 𝘵𝘴𝘬 of the lips
a little drop of sweat bulging at the neck
an eyelid flickering way too much
a mind that won’t change
a pillow that reeks of salt
a photograph of a distant memory
a fly buzzing around the plasma tube light
a buzz that won’t go away

a switch that won’t turn off
a stain that won’t dust off
a walk that’s unusual for the age
a kid who refuses to play

it’s the little things that give you away
AWURAA Dec 2024
I'll go first,

Growing up, there was a huge emphasis on marriage in my community.
Everything I watched was about love,  lust and relationships, this was all I consumed.

Later on in life,  I began to crave affection and attention from many if not all the males in my life.

This lead me into a spiral of thinking that every male I had an interaction with was going to be my husband.

We listen and we don't judge...
Can we create a chain?
Sara Barrett Nov 2024
My mind, a maze, is where I wander alone. Tangled pathways overwhelm my thoughts. Seeking gentle light, I aim to find love’s embrace. Yet, shadows of chaos cloud my vision.Yearning for calm communication and connection, I desire safety and trust in every moment. Being transparent seems like a far-off dream, although it is crucial for love’s basis. Standing firm in this world of confusion, I declare: I deserve better—love that is honest and true.
This poem delves into the complexities of the mind, portraying it as a maze filled with tangled thoughts and emotional turmoil. It expresses a yearning for connection, trust, and transparency in love, while acknowledging the shadows of chaos that cloud one's vision. The speaker asserts their right to authentic love, culminating in a powerful declaration of self-worth. This piece resonates with anyone navigating their own emotional landscape,
SkiJ Nov 2024
Tell me you love me, let the truth be bare,  
I’ve come so far just to feel you there.  
They call me crazy, they don’t understand
I’m only reaching to hold your hand.  

No stories, no guesses, I don’t want lies,  
I’m done with the clouds and faded skies.  
Let silence be filled with what’s real and near,  
Just tell me plainly, that’s all I hear.  

If you ask me to stay, I’ll settle down,  
But honesty’s all that I ask for now.  
Don’t paint the future, just let us see,  
The ending unfiltered, meant to be.  

Let’s water this truth, let it grow, let it climb
Let endings bloom like flowers in time.
Skij
Jennifer DeLong Nov 2024
🔱
WITH THE WORDS SHE WROTE
PASSIONATELY WITH HER PEN
YOU CAN FEEL THE INK
CRAWL UPON YOUR SOUL

HER CREATIVE YET HARD LIFE
BLESSED US WITH HER POEMS
SHE IS WHAT SPIRIT CALLS LIFE

PAIN STRIFE LOVE ABUSED
SHE WILL NOT FALL DOWN
WITH THE STROKES OF THE INK
ITS WRITTEN HER PERSONALLY

LET MY WORDS CONSUME YOU
OPEN YOUR MIND BE NOT AFRAID
DARE TO BE THERE WITH ME

FIND THE PLEASURE
IN POEMS WRITTEN
NAUGHTY & SO DELICIOUS

READ THE STRUGGLES
TOUGH DAYS LONELY NIGHTS
LONGING TO BE LOVED
NEEDING TO BE HEARD

SURVIVING ON THE STROKES
OF MY HAND ONTO PAPER
IS THIS HOW IT ENDS
WRITING IN INK
THE RHYTHM OF MY LIFE
WORDS JUST WORDS WRITTEN

©🇯ENNIFER DELONG ♬✘↯
My poetry my writings are how I get through life. Poetry and music and being a artist is where I feel at peace and my passion is consumed
Matthew Harper Nov 2024
I wonder why you write,
What makes your words so bright,
What makes you write this way,
I wonder what you'll say,

It widens up my eyes,
It makes me see the skies,
It helps me see through lies,
Ways people do disguise,

Still, I am surpised how I feel,
Why is every line I read, so real,
The way your work just pulls me in,
I feel at ease through thick and thin,

It makes me cry, it makes me grin,
Tend to think about my every sin,
I look forward to see your work,
To find about my hidden perk,

So please keep on writing more,
Show your offer, what's in store,
Keep on writing one more day,
Please, just help me find my way.
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