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She walked up and asked,
Will you dance with me?

I looked all around just to see
Who it was.
There's no way,
it couldn't possibly be.

Could it? could it really be me?

And just like that,
Suddenly, 
We were dancing.

So close, surely we were floating, 
Because I couldn't feel my feet.

I couldn't hear the music, only the beat.

The pound, pound, pounding of my heart!

Her and me dancing,
Surely we were floating.

I looked down to see,
Instead I saw her,
looking up at me.

We were dancing! 

Yes, we were.

We were dancing.
Junior High School Dance,
Ladies choice, and she chose me!
First time I ever danced, I can feel it like it was yesterday.
Funny how memories work sometimes.
I've never had a real brush with doom,
But I can't say it came too soon.

For I almost lost everything,
To that ****** error screen.

Long live this, long live HP!
I think we all had our fair share of real panic when this went down. Thank God that everything is okay, I'm pulling the money to become a supporter so they make sure this never happens again, bless my heart.
Kai 54m
500
500 miles away, don’t promise to call me
I’ll hate the sound of your voice,
I’ll miss the way your heart beats
You’ll just become white noise
And stop trying to reach

500 days go by, and I may never need you
You may cry at home,
But I’ll sleep in a dark room
Thinking of my own
Destructive thoughts, and looming
Comes a nightmare
Where I am stuck to you
The stars that fill the midnight sky,
or single grains of sand
cannot compare to all his works
too vast to understand.
 
What number counts the drops of rain
that make the oceans wide?
How many hours and days and years
fill up eternal life?
 
How far the furthest star lies from
the meager grasp of man?
How far across this universe
has he stretched forth his hand?
 
What mercy fills The Father’s heart
which grants us time to grow?
Too much for us to comprehend…
too much for us to know.
In twilight's hush, where our sighs softly fade,
Beneath your gaze, my lonely world begins to shift.
Your lips on mine, my shy resolve will melt,
As fragile walls of fear begin decay.
With every breath, our trembling bodies transform,
A silent vow to love — endure.

Through stormy nights, our passion will endure,
As the fog of past silence start to fade.
Your hands on my thighs, my spirit starts, transform,
Unfurling petals as my defenses shift.
In the heat of us, like hail, inhibitions decay,
Like sun-kissed snow, slowly, we melt.

Dawn breathes, and into each other we deeply melt,
Our roots, explore, a stronger love to endure.
What once was fear, now honeyed sweetness, decay,
As shadows of old hurts begin to fade.
With every challenge faced, our love learns to shift,
In full bloom, as seasons gently transform.

Years pass, and still our joined hearts transform,
Time's trials make us bend but never melt.
Life's rivers carve new paths, yet we still shift,
Together, building new havens to endure.
Though youthful bloom on skin may softly fade,
Our passion feeds on rich and fertile decay.

From this rich soil of necessary decay,
We nurture love, watch it grow and transform.
The first spark of desire refuses to fade,
Into each other’s depths, we willingly melt.
Our bond, forged in fire, destined to endure,
As steadfast as the stars that nightly shift.

Like tides that breathe and sway, our moods may shift,
But our deep core of love resists all decay.
This flame between us, constant, will endure,
Each touch, each glance, continues to transform.
Two souls, forever destined to softly melt,
A whispered union nothing to ever fade.

Though time may swiftly shift, and surface beauty fade,
Love's gentle decay helps us deeply endure.
We transform, melt, forever as one.
One day I will be gone,
and you will grit your teeth,
but that will be okay.
I know you will hurt,
your chest will be in pain.
Your little hands,
that I once held,
will ball up into fists,
and your eyes,
will well up with tears.
But that will be okay,
because I’m not truly gone,
I’m right here,
I will wipe those tears,
right off your cheeks.
Think of me,
when a butterfly passes by,
or a sunset is so beautiful,
you can’t help,
but catch your breath,
I’m right here.
I will always be,
just right here.
You made it through the day
Feeling some kind of way
To The Caress of Another Evening moon
Who knew that daydreams
Have such rainbow wings,
The Stars for our love
they Sweetly sing
She sways like the sweetest rose
WithIn the Exotic vineyard
A Salsa ballerina so fine
Her Love And her Beauty
With its fine wine is there for you

And its Another Exquisite
Evening Moon,
Another Exquisite Evening Moon,
Pouring with the Stars
And our Loves champagne,

Crescent, blue, Full,
Luminous, Rose,
And Golden
Another Evening moon
Its Another Evening Moon
Pouring its Exotic Romance
Within her honey tresses
And the sublime vines

She seems from out of this world,
Shes that exotic honey fine
And uniquely kind,
Shes our Love
And melodies Moonlit waterfalls

Its Another Evening moon
Another Evening moon
For our love to caress like roses
To sweetly bloom,
Another Evening moon
Its Another Evening moon
With the Crescent present of You
Another Evening moon
To sweetly adore And tenderly love you

Reynaldo Casison
jewel 2h
they’re everywhere,
in the cupboards of the kitchen and
underneath the dining table,
in our voices when we speak.

the exchanges between my mother and i are always
lasers, ****** care, whatnot, money —
leaving our words on the stairs
like bricks in hopes the other might trip over them
& asserting ourselves like a flash of lighting first
before the thunder.

i drive a hard bargain with my mother
I wish I didn’t know about
because she tells me as a daughter I
must not get involved with the boys of this world
I am easily more expensive
to nourish, to dress, to please —

that it is all because
”we are silent but angry women in my household”;
and this is true, i know
my sister likes to leave a disaster using her door
when she slams it shut to let everyone know yes,
she’ll do the dishes but maybe not tonight.

my mother likes to poke fun like needles —
her teasing turned daggers when she half complains,
half laughs at the sorry state of our stormy household
until I breakout into pimples. then she bursts into a gust,
disappearing until she can prowl again.

and then my father, who does not speak to me but
so passionate with the wilderness of his youth
left behind under the monsoons back home, his feet stomp
on carpeted stairs when he is full of my mother’s words,
ready to charge like a water buffalo in the rice fields spooked by a snake
and I can’t help but wonder how our home is still drifting,
barely intact on this boundless sea
and i can no longer see the horizon ahead of us

because i, on the other hand so full yet so empty about myself
all the time, keep to myself like a stray cloud -
so I carry his fire, first candle of his flame, like all the ones before me.
see that my heart is laden with a churning thunder, though I have no right to be;
perhaps it is the love offered in our unloving words
that are exchanged like gifts at our family gatherings, building

quiet storms.
they are everything that i am
that i will do,
that i will become.
copyrighted, poemsbyjewel (2025).
Navya 8h
Voltaic–that was the word to describe that feeling.
Everytime our eyes met,
Every sweet smile that stretched your lips.
But it was never directed at me.
That wasn't possible.
You're as dazzling as a burning comet.
As striking as a solar flare.
Meanwhile I watch, admiring from afar.
Starstruck.
Just a random satellite in your orbit.
kade 3h
We met at the wrong time, didn't we? Like a sunrise that came too early, or a train I barely missed.
So close, yet gone.

You felt like home in a world that never felt warm, but we are too young, too lost, too caught up in growing up to build something together.

I love you in the glances, in stolen looks, in the way my heart whispered your name when I saw something beautiful.

And maybe you loved me all you could, but love is fragile, isn't it?

Timing betrayed us, innocence stood in our way. And now, we are just two people who almost had something beautiful.

Maybe in another life we stayed together, or maybe... we were only meant to be a lesson, not a forever.
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