Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Tiana May 28
I'm frozen,
And I can see your spirit fade away
The liveliest shimmers of all I've seen,
And I can't do anything;

My heart burning,
Trying to melt my surrounding ice
giving a last try
to catch your glimmers,

Then it gave up
Because it apprehended to be late,
So struggle breathed out;

Then I don't know how long I slept
Maybe hoping to see you in my dreams,

Where we'll go to that street
where we always wanted to be
My rosy flush and your musing gaze
As the wind swept past the starry horizon
with the sparks of pure amaze;

The sweet scent of that blossoming love
I still remember
I watched it go away with my heart surrendered;

Now,
I'm an icy embody;

Witnessing only the passing times,
without hope;

Who could've thought that not getting over means
there's no hope?

Not that I see miles away;
Even if I try to
These icy flakes blocking my way,
I'm too cold to be resurrected now;
fray narte Oct 2021
was there ever a time that i didn't love you?
i always have:
in the kisses neatly lined down my shoulders,
to where your fingers dug
and buried their bones.
in the epilogue: an afterthought at the bus stop
where i recede and float with the rest of your memories:
a lonely ghost that follows you home —
reaches for your hand,
traces the apollo line,

then lets go.

was there ever a time that i didn't love you?
i always have:
in microdoses of longing on rose gold floors.
in october's sunglow,
dripping away like melting flames —
burning, but not enough to numb.
in the doleful chatters of the dusk.
in the darkness, we are not lovers —
we are merely the envy of poems,
the ones i couldn't write several selves ago —
but all of them have loved you one way or another,
this i confess.
distorted and quiet.
desperate and clear.

in all forms remanent.
in all forms alive
in all forms, yours.

was there a time i didn't love you?
i guess i always have.
Destiny C Sep 2021
I never write love poems.
I think it's because I'm afraid to

open up & feel so vulnerable.
I'd have to look inside my heart,
to write something beautiful,
intimate,
and heartfelt.
I'd have to embrace the warmth,
and reflect on the lingering traces,
of the hand once in mine.
The love that once had it's time.

I'm afraid to confront those feelings.
I'm afraid to commit to love,
even if it's the everlasting type,
where two stars collide,
in the afterlife,
like they did milleniums before.

I've been hurt so deeply.
In ways I haven't felt before.
I'm not sure I can take it anymore.

But I dream of not being afraid of love.
One day,
I'll write love poems.
I'll find the person worth writing lines,
and stanzas about.
One that makes me forget we're in a drought.
Tiana Jun 2021
You make me so happy with
mere the knowledge of your existence,
Yet it turns back to utter despair,
Cause I despise the fact

That you are there
Like an art, so charismatically abstract,
but not mine yet;
An excerpt from the poem "An Oceanic Hue" by Tiana (Me)
Aisyah Apr 2021
Our eyes smiling at each other
As we hold eachother
We smile at each
Holding hands
I rub my hand on your Buddha belly
As if it were a magic lamp
We finally kiss
Not just dominate and submissive
But as also
Lovers
I can see the same pain in your eyes the
Pain I dealt with all my life
As we make love
Kiss me you say and we share a
Final kiss for the night
Tasting teachothers desire
In our breath
It’s sweet like
Cake
Show me how to love
In different ways
That I did not know
NSFW
fray narte Apr 2021
we are
a highway kiss
away from madness —
tonight, you burn
what's left of my breaths
and i stay and sit
and hold the matches
to this roadside fire
in total awe, darling

like an angel after his fall.

some things, too raw to die for heresy —
some things, too raw to be an anomaly.
Gracie Macdonald Apr 2021
To love is to fall
Fall like shooting stars

To love is to forget
Forget the pain I will regret

To love is to remember
Remember my souls request

To love is a poisonous game
A game I simply love to play
What does loving feel like to you?
Miriam Mar 2021
Softly softly
I breathe thee in
Gently gently
I let love in
Slowly slowly
The healings doth begin
I wrote this short poem after reading and being inspired by the amazing poems of Emily Bronte noticing she often repeats the same word twice I liked the style :)
Next page