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Time stop
Gentle breeze
Lips tremble
Palms Sweaty
Eyes Froze
Words are missing
So everything went silent
We are planted in one another's mind
what are they thinking
What should I say to her?
What should I say to him?[]
Now eye contact
Touch my hand
feel you shiver
I take deep breath but don't say a word
I reach for your cheek, touching your flawless face
You take a step closer
I hold you
You pierce my heart with you smile and melt it
You try to talk
I shhhhhh you and press my heart on your chest so you can hear It speak
your heart melts by mine...
This is what words can't explain
This is powerful
It's so strong
I don't know the words to use
I can't tell if they are the right word
Perhaps time have stopped
I have enough time to tell you, to tell you

I Love You
I still look forward for a day like this to come
A day that word will run dry like a river and my lips will tremble
oh i have had it with you
Brenda Moreen Chifu
You've melted my soul
Rachel Hickey Sep 2017
The sea is made of milk and made of honey
I float under the surface without sound
My skin is made of clay and paper money
The seabed has a mattress soft as cloud
Natassia Serviss Sep 2017
Honey vibes and honey eyes
Were my only compromise.
Now I see through hazel sky's.
Sunset dreams of my inner screams.
We'd live out my emerald schemes.
Photo in live to post the moments that will always survive.
What scares me most in this chemical high
Is that I know your memory will never die.
I could look at him and write poems all day. I hope it stays that way.
Natassia Serviss Sep 2017
Moss on my trees,
Falling in my windows.
Brought an aching to my knees
And a haze that only grows.
A leap towards the pine
With the tip of my spine.
A look in your eyes,
The witch hazel colored highs.
Like the fog in my morning,
I drive my sun to you.
A honey dew heart that will swallow me soon.
He makes me think of tarot cards and bees.
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2017
People swallow honey and
tell sweet lies.
A skill one needs to learn to detect...and do.
amina a Sep 2017
she tickles heels of my feet
when dropping honey in my milk.
it said cause they were not kind to me
but they are now
but still it hurts.
not when ten thousand miles ago
another night was beside me.
she laid her **** on my chin
so i could speak in colors
but all i saw was a flower
behind her ear.
she made me speak in rhymes
not long
too fast
she bashed me on the scene of crimes
when mine was dripping honey
not on me
charlie snow Aug 2017
i crumble on my feet
you look at me
like i’m the ground
thumping each step
with such vigor

even if i’ve managed
to keep the key
the points and turns
still earns for bliss
for what words say

treat it like honey dew
wrap it around like yarn
the way cats play them
as they form abstract
during mom’s daytime

i’ve been in the galaxy
coalesced with the stars
forged with the sun’s heat
wrapped around the planets
as the milky way release

i’m back to reality
and the temple remains
as it is even if i let
someone in or out
the path stays golden
society and their obsession with virginity.
SDC Aug 2017
When I am in my place
and the world is quiet
I know the body flows
like Earthy warriors
wrapping 1, 2, 3 on the window of God.

She sits there, elusive,
masochistically questioning
the chemistry of all that Is:
a train-wreck consisting
of a rabid mouse
in slow-motion quicksand.

She knows that wisdom is her keeper.
She is sane and soft like water.
She loves unconditionally,
squirming delicately back to the top.
She's quick like honey
and soft like glue.
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