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Ellie Hoovs Jun 16
He beckons me forth,
my sanded toes dusted like candied fruit,
ready to be washed clean
by the delicate froth of white salted foam.
The hush of his tide brushes my bones,
black glass whispers,
rhythmic charm,
his fingers, luminous,
glint blue as he parades the coast,
curling around my ankles.
The moon sways,
singing silvered lullabies
rocking the earth
so that he sloshes, just so,
like the tilt of a glass
to your lips.
How could you not want to take
just one long, slow, sip?
I long to taste the briny wonder of that deep,
to float upon belonging.
The wind crests over the rolling water,
wrapping me in his cashmere grip,
damp earth, the raw green of kelp,
and butterscotch,
as if the sun had spun sugar
from his sweetness on the shore of day
and left it here in the breeze of night
to cool.
I wade into that ink,
assured by the calm and the air's friendly warmth
until I am marine to my middle.
My lips part in tendered sigh,
for at last, I feel I have found home,
but then, the sweeping of my heart
becomes the sweeping of my feet from under me.
I am dragged along the floor,
waves undulating viciously,
taking the whole of me with merciless desire.
His currents replace my breath,
my thoughts circling,
as if swirling into the drain,
I wanted to be a siren,
and didn't realize the sea was he.
Eliza Lindsey Jun 14
The closer I feel to you, the further I feel from myself.
Searching for something I don't know.
Keeping my watchful and trained eye focused on something I might never find.
A  burning and meaningful way of being loved, unlike anything I've ever experienced before. The kind that makes you ache when it's not around and long for its touch again.
Have I never seen this before, or had I not appreciated it when it was within my grasp? Did we have this, and now it's gone?
If it's gone, is it gone for good?
Are we hopelessly bound together, or are we hopelessly in love, just searching for a way back to what we once had?
You hang around for a living,
Somewhere between all the land and the sky.
Being by never forgiving,
Nobody knows you and neither do i.

I’d sing you a song when we’re all alone,
I may imagine you heard and you knew.
You wouldn’t care for me anyway,
your eyes to the sky as it all fades to blue.


You hang around for a living,
Blown in the wind like a pinned butterfly.
Being with out ever living,
Some of us wonder if you want to die.

Do you want to die?

How i wonder, ever wonder.
ASLRC Jun 13
I tried to touch the stars last night
So i took a chair and turned off the light

I reached higher than I ever tried
I saw them already, so beautiful, I even cried

But I lost balance and the chair fell
The light went on, and I was back in my cell
abyss Jun 13
Dreams, so many dreams
Some forgotten, some waiting to happen

am I one of those dreams?
forgotten after the morning alarm
or waiting to come knocking?

forgotten, or waiting to happen
am I a forgotten dream,
or are you waiting for me too?

dreams, so many dreams
overflowing with them

will I reach them,
or will I have to forget them?

each day, an ache that never ends
but when —
when will it be enough?

time.
time is cruel for a dreamer.

and what am I
if not a dreamer?

a dream
or a dreamer

I guess I’ll know someday,
but not today.

time, time is cruel for a dreamer
sometimes too slow
sometimes too fast
a never-ending agony

dreams,
so many dreams

some forgotten...
just like me

and yet —
I keep dreaming.
my first poem ever.
the first two lines wouldn’t let me sleep,
and somewhere between silence and thought,
the rest found me.
nicole Jun 13
5-4-25

every turn a double take
every glance a mistake

the club has many faces
but yours is the one
I hope to see
Will I ever find my soulmate?
Who will bathe me with love,
bring peace like a dove,
Who will be more compassionate?

Whose heart will reflect in their eyes,
Bright like the stars that shine in the night skies?

Where are you, my beloved?
When will I find you?
I’ve preserved everything I have to give you.
I want to be loved, to be adored —
By you, the one whose love I desire,
Like a candle in a dark room needs fire.

Who will water me like someone waters a dying flower,
Take care of me like I’m battling a fever?

Who will hold me close on nights so cold,
Whispers of warmth, a refuge to behold?
Who will ease my worries, calm my mind,
And appreciate the love that’s so hard to find?

Who will see me for all that I am —
Flaws, doubts, weaknesses — yet still call me their gem?
Who will grow with me, side by side,
Across every storm, every high and low ride?

- THE END -

© 2025 June, Hasanur Rahman Shaikh.
All rights reserved.
A heartfelt reflection on longing, hope, and the dream of finding a love that heals and stays. Written from the quiet ache of waiting.
Kalliope Jun 12
He'll hold his cup close while she

drips
          drips
                   drips

Impatiently he'll warm her,
filling his cup

Faster
          Faster
                    Faster

Back into the ocean she goes,
He is already gone.
Everyone wants to melt a glacier
Until they have a natural disaster
on their hands.
Zywa Jun 12
The stars live
seen from my bed
very deep
inside the window frame

Nice and cool you lie next to me
sleeping satisfied
my skin burns
where I miss you

in this longhouse, where we
only dared to make love
restrainedly, not used
to hear it from others

The rain rustles
that warm pleasure
of the children and for us
if there had been no neighbours

who would be ashamed
so we did it quietly
like the lash mites
when they mate
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