#intimacy poems on Hello Poetry

William A Gibson Jul 19

You staggered through the double doors,
a trail of red on bleached-out floors.
The night was humming, wet and mean,
your busted life in Trauma Green.

I clamped your vein, soft as thread,
and dared the gods to count their dead.
You lay there broken, no ID,
just blood and ache and urgency.

Your heart fell quiet
inside my hand,
as if it paused to understand.
Then breath returned in stuttered moans.
your chest arched up to meet my own.

The wound was sealed.
Your sigh came slow.
You could have left.
You didn’t, though.
The sweat still clung.
Your gaze went slack.
You pulled the gown and turned your back.

I saw you later, checkout nine:
frozen dinners, boxed red wine.
You seemed like someone death forgot,
barely awake, missing the plot.

You looked right through. You didn’t know
the hands that pulled you from below.
You don’t remember. I can’t forget
how thin the stitch, how deep the debt.

Deleted scene from short story.

#trauma #memory #rescue #loss #grief #hospital #blood #silence #intimacy #debt

Kewayne Wadley Jul 16

Chocolate Walnut Couch

You aren’t the first to come and sit beside me
On this couch.
Others have come before you
And have left their imprint.

I do hope that you’re the last to walk in
And stay.
The way you smile
and lean back against the cushion,
You stare at me and smile as if asking, what?

The past imprints are meaningful.
Some are deeper than the last that sat
Where you’re sitting now.
I’ve learned a lot from them.
Sometimes their ghosts still
Walk in and smile.
Before stepping back out.

It’s funny how well I thought I knew myself,
Until I realized I didn’t.
But without them,
I wouldn’t have learned more about myself.
About what I needed to change,
What I needed to let go,
How to hold you
without readying myself to say goodbye afterwards.

When you first walked in,
You reminded me of them.
The ghosts that walked in
and kept me company for a minute.
To be honest, I counted the minutes until you said goodbye.
I don’t count anymore.
I’ve gotten used to sitting here
on the couch with you.

#emotion #visibility #growth #chocolate #walnut #couch #relationships #emotional #intimacy #love

Yuiza Nabin Jul 14

Cusp

Hold me at the tip of your tongue
And speak not, intimately
In suspension of that trembling scaffold
Lest it crush our unsaid space

Touch me the right way
And say the wrong nothings
That in ambivalence I may stray
To some mistaken grace

**** me over in your dream,
Lay me out, exposed,
And carry out your shrouded theatre
Recompense for your absence in mine

And gently, in your tangled strings of pathos
Tie me at the cusp of your love

Hello HePo. New to hello poetry, have been writing poems since 2024 and have gone ahead & posted some. This, Cusp, is my most recent and probably my favorite. Hoping to find lots of poets who write about similar themes (and probably better than me which is good)

And yes, I can't get over myself.

#cusp #tie #longing #ambivalence #tension #intimacy

Meandering Words Jul 4

a clay coloured mug

a clay coloured mug
with the dregs
of now-cold coffee
swirling with bits
accumulated dust
and a fallen fly
left on the side
it needs to be washed
but will be ignored
time and again
each time i pass by
because of how
it is stained;
not by the rings
lining it's inner surface
from top to bottom
with striations of brown
but because of
the lipstick smudge
on its outer edge
a sign of her presence
of all the memories
that a smear of red
can conjure
and a reminder
that she will
be home soon

#memories #habits #routine #intimacy #everyday #upbeat #silverlining #coffee #home

Ricardo Diaz Jun 29

Eu anseio por voce

Eu te quero, wouldn't cut it.
Então, eu preciso de você, tried to.
Mas tudo o que eu conseguia fazer era desejar sua existência.
Eu te quero com toda a minha sede
Eu te desejo loucamente
Não quero pegar leve esta noite.
Quero você de joelhos, olhos brilhantes, boca cheia.
Quero você engasgando com cada centímetro até seus lábios incharem e seus pensamentos desaparecerem.
Espere só.
Mantenha seus óculos.
E então eu vou te dobrar e fazer você esquecer como falar.
Chega de Google Tradutor
Quero te deixar meu coracao para tudo tempo de meu vida.

A hi buleni.

É a nossa língua, então vamos conversar.
Talvez você queira falar em Changana.

#craving #intimacy #desire #rawemotion #longing #poetry #words #need #unfiltered

Kalliope Jun 27

I Loved Love First

I love love as depressing as I am
But I love the intimacy-
There's beauty in holding hands
Secrets whispered closely at night,
That deeper understanding reached after the first fight

Working together to complete a goal
With someone beside you,
feeling so whole
Their laughter engraved in your head forever-
There's never been a sound that you've loved better

Caressing their face when
sadness reigns king,
Using their favorites to make them
feel seen
The electricity between two
lovers touching,
The honeymoon phase flirting that leaves them both blushing

A lover always has that certain smirk,
When everything is new and
you love every quirk
You get to be silly no matter your age,
Like fictional romance flew off the page

I love when silence doesn't have to ache,
When it's shared, not something you fake
Two mugs in the morning and
a tangled bedspread,
A soft “good morning” with a
kiss to their head

The little things that no one would see,
Like saving the last bite of dessert
just for me,
Or hearing my favorite song
and hitting repeat,
Because love lives in gestures,
not just in lusts heat

I love how romance is art in motion,
How it mirrors moonlight
across a vast ocean
Not always easy, not always bright,
But it's something sacred in both
storm and light

Maybe I'm dark and I like
to write about sorrow
But I love love even when I have
none to borrow

I can't always find pretty words for the skyline, but love? I've always known how to write it from thin air, I just don't.

#hopelessromantic #love #lovergirl #romance #intimacy #soft

Amy E Jun 26

Let Me Cloak You

Let me cloak you,
like a curtain of rain-
where time is sacred,
and touch is reverence.

We can unravel here-
not in sunlight,
but in the dance of moonlight,
where no one sees
how wild we burn.

Yet, my vulnerabilities fly,
And my walls rise,
rise,
rise.

And these glimpses dissolve
into cryptic riddles,
manufactured by my own mind.

In dreams,
I drown my demons
in pools of fog.

And in this dream,
we live out loud-
lips on neck,
unbound by time
or furtive affection.

When we cloak each other,
we trade truth for reality.
The kind that needs no introspection,
just seen in the soul.

#love #longing #intimacy #romance