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matilde Apr 15
I want to know all of your secrets—the ones you won’t even dare to say out loud because they sit heavy on your chest when you try to speak them.
I want to be the silence you trust, the breath you take before the truth spills out.

I want you to hug me when one of us has to leave,
while the other clings, quietly begging for five more seconds of warmth.

I want you to kiss me—softly on the cheek,
then gently on my forehead,
and slowly, like a promise, on the back of my hand.

I want to hold you close in the kind of silence that says everything.
To rest my head on your shoulder when I’m tired,
to feel your heartbeat through your hoodie.
To make you tea when you’re sick,
and stay up late just to check if you’re breathing better.

I want to love you softly.
And I want you to love me gently.

I want to whisper sweet things in your ear,
to feel your laughter vibrate through your chest when you giggle.
I want to scream from the edge of a cliff that you’re mine—
not like ownership,
but like belonging.
Like coming home.

I want to love you the way songs are written about.
The kind of love that lingers on pillowcases and in half-sent texts.

I want to see what your face looks like in the morning—
half-asleep, hair a little messy,
eyes blinking slowly like the day hasn’t quite reached you yet.
I want to kiss your sleepy smile
and press my fingertips to the soft space where your neck meets your shoulder.

I want to sit next to you in quiet cafés,
legs tangled under the table,
your hand brushing mine just because it wants to.

I want to listen to you talk about things you love,
even if I don’t understand them.
I want to watch your eyes light up and fall for you all over again
just because of how much you care.

I want to argue with you about the silliest things—and then I want to make up by kissing you on the nose
and watching you try not to smile.

I want to miss you when you’re gone,
the kind of missing that wraps around my chest like a ribbon,
reminding me that love stretches across distance.

I want to lie next to you on a rainy afternoon,
your chest rising and falling under my cheek,
while the world outside slows down
and we forget what time is.

I want to do everything with you,
but I also want to do nothing with you.

I want to love you in a way that never asks for perfection,
only presence.

I want to see you.
All of you.
And I want you to let me.

And finally,
I want you.
Things I'll never say to him cause I'm scared of rejection lol :P
Elaina Apr 2
Loving
Lovable
and
Loved
Look in a mirror and read this....
Just love me for the differences.
No matter what the difference is,
In times of rain,
Or times of pain,
No matter what the issue is.

Love me like a kid loves cake,
Or clouds love rain,
Or how biggie loves T bone steak, cheese, eggs and Welch’s grapes,

Love me like Martin loves Gina,
How Polo G love Piano in his beats
Be so real,
Be the truth,

Love me like candy rain
And let me be so into you.
Let me be your Brown Sugar,
And you be my baby boo.
Like Love Jones,
Poetic Justice,
Let me be the Mj to,
Your Peter Parker

Love me through the multiverse,
or every timeline in the universe

Love me correctly,
Love me gently,
Love through the beauty and the struggle,

Like Corinthians 13:4-7
With kindness, patience.
Trusting and never failing.

Love me through the ugly and the pretty.
On my worst days when things seem dreary.
Love me even when things get complicated,
In times when it’s easier to stream PND and get kinda faded.
When struggle consumes love and we’re just irritated.
Despite it all let our love stay unshaken.

Just love me through the differences.
No matter what the difference is,
Because love is an art that’ll never reach perfection.
The imperfections of affection is what makes it authentic,
So just love me like this poem,
Hard hitting and genuine.
Savva Emanon Mar 26
In the quiet chambers of the soul,
Where whispers weave and echoes roll,
A sacred bond, a whispered vow,
Between us two, sealed here and now.

No eyes shall see, no ears shall hear,
The tender truths we hold so near.
For this must ever be our thread,
Unbroken, though by time misled.

The world may beckon, loud and grand,
Its curious reach, its prying hand,
Yet what we share, they'll never see,
A universe gently spun silently.

Oh, how the stars conspire to hide
This luminous fire we hold inside!
A treasure buried, rich, unseen,
In fields of shadows, evergreen.

Your voice, a song no bard could sing,
Your touch, a feathered, fleeting thing.
The words we speak in twilight's glow
Are whispers only we can know.

No keys can turn, no locks shall break,
The solemn oath we dared to make.
Not even time, with ceaseless tread,
Can strip this secret we have bred.

Between us flows a current deep,
A river dreams itself to keep,
And in its depths, the truth shall stay,
Unmoved by night, untouched by day.

Let others chase the fleeting gleam,
The transient glow of waking dream.
For ours is hidden, vast, and free,
A realm that lives with only thee.

And so, this secret, bound in grace,
Will linger in our timeless space.
A covenant no eye can see,
Just you, my heart, and only me.
Copyright 2025 Savva Emanon ©
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Maria Mar 16
I’ll leave you at all, whispering,
So as not to awake you.
I’ll kiss you softly at parting
And I’ll never forget you.

Don’t feel sorry for me, my loving.
I will come to you in your sleeps.
I will be with you there, my dear.
But now I’ll just be in your dreams.

I’ll leave, covered the door behind me.
Don’t try to turn me back.
I’m an illusion, an impossible dream.
And when you arouse, you’ll find my lack.
Ivan Feb 23
she is the exception
when my only rule in life
is not
Samuel Feb 23
Lingering in the dark side,
She just blew my mind,
My brain waves all fried,
Sanity lost, too far to find.

I dream of busting chains,
Throwing my life down the cliffs, to the ocean rocks.
My soul now in your reigns,
Bound,Buried & Chained in a box.

My visions wild,
Fantasising a life away,
Heartbreak not so mild,
I end up all alone and stray.

In my Mind, my Initials chained around her neck,
Tighter than the grasp of love and dread,
Blinded in a hedge maze, reality unchecked,
We’ve already done it in my head.

Fiction and reality merge,
I keep recalling you in vivid dreams,
A messy little kiss it’s all that I urge,
Lust flows in wicked streams.

The river of lust,
Sourced from fatal fantasies,
As I drown deep in you,
Giving into all the fancies.

Bedsheets all ablaze,
Screaming, hiding my face,
Rising up like waves,
Crashing over, leaving no trace.

At last, a wishful yearn,
Giving way to laboured breath,
Will the tables turn,
Our fate all set.
Inspired from the song “Guilty as Sin?” This poem delves into the feeling if wanting someone so much and imagining being with them.
silvervi Feb 22
I love the vibes you give me
I love your many sides
I love how we barely know each other
And we already fight for one another

I love how this feels very new
I love my insights about me and you
I love how I am ready to let go
I love our relationship-flow

I reject fears, insecurities, too many thoughts,
I reflect sometimes, putting feelings into words,
I know we both know how deeply disappointment hurts,
So we're afraid to lead each other astray

But at the same time, we're so curious,
How far can we come,
We want to believe in us,
Because you know, nobody knows...

Is it delirious for us to find our way?
Isn't it obvious that we would love to stay together?
All the obstacles, if we keep believing, will they even matter?
All the opposition that comes and hurts,
It's only words.

Nobody can tear us apart but our fears,
And trying to control is the best way to lose all,
Floating, trusting, warming, lusting, dancing, in smiles,
Loving, time flies,
This is the way,
Now is the state,
And if we're meant to....
Then you know, we will stay.

<3
Into the unknown we go...
orange is sweet
orange is sour
orange is the pretty tulip flower

orange is loving
orange is kind
orange is someone with a steady mind

orange is humble, orange is lonely
orange is wild
orange is homely.
JAMIL HUSSAIN Feb 21
Thy lips, they call to the wilds unknown,  
A blend of virtue and desire sown.  
In sweetness deep, I wander, lost, astray,  
Thy lips, my love, are the haven where I stay.
The Call of Your Lips 21/02/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
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