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Michelle Garcia Nov 2016
It does not matter if you wake up one mile away,
or fifty hours,
or if the entire globe separates the soles of our feet.
My eyes have memorized the language of your love,
the glowing warmth of your arms that is able to be felt
through a static telephone call,
a letter sleeping patiently inside an envelope,
promises sent shooting through the indigo heavens.


I will always be with you--
the rises and runs of your heartbeat
pounding inside your head, the rush of wine-colored blood
through translucent blue veins,
I will be as close as skin meets soul,
as sweat mingles with tears.


The ridges of your hands are roadmaps I will follow
until my heels grow calloused and blistered,
and when the sky darkens, your brown eyes
will become a compass that will point
in the direction of our dreams.


We go,
but love cannot.
We change,
but love does not.
We hold,
and love holds with us.


I will love you all over again in the morning
and we will always be together--
distance breaking nothing,
our faces shining in the same light
of tomorrow’s sun.
for my sweet Anthony, because I promise that everything will be okay.
You are so beautiful I whispered in your ear
My sweetheart you are very near and dear
In our love affair no one can dare to interfere
Beauty is lucid and clear hence love is sincere

I love you ,I love you and love more and more
I appreciate your beauty and bound to adore
Please remain mine and never ever to ignore
Love travels in me, pace to pace pore to pore

Fits of insanity when touch streaks of beauty
Love dangles and dances to be just more free
My love has a plea I am in you you are in me
When love travels in beauty what state could be

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
I hear the silent cry
I am the only one who hears
Everytime there is silence
His fear floods my ears

I know he is ok
I know i didn't die
But the fear of almost leaving them
makes me die inside

What would my wife do
Raising our son by herself
With a husband in a grave
Or my ashes on a shelf

My son too young to remember
Having a loving father in his life
Only some picture to look at
And stories from my wife

I have never feared death
Loved danger all my life
But now it's not death that scares
It's leaving my child and wife
Holey Jul 2016
No one tells you they care about you,
and loneliness lingers near,
This awful feeling isn't new,
and I know what you're going through.
I will just leave this here..
George Krokos Feb 2014
With each new day that comes along
my heart bursts out with another song
of love and longing for that which is
always calling me like an eternal ****.
'So near, yet so far' is a term often used
to describe the distance which is abused
between us and that which is our goal
and all we have to do is realise our soul.
We'll find sooner or later the Treasured Pearl
around which all of our existence does whirl.
__________
From my unpublished book "The Seeds Of Life" compiled in 1996.
Echoes Of A Mind Mar 2016
Do I regret
That I let you in?
No,
I don't regret
That it was you
Who I let in.
But I regret everything
Which we have now become...

I don't regret the act done
While being afected by feelings.
Feelings which I never knew,
Before I meet you.
But I do regret actions,
Which I have done
Because you hurt me...

Because just as much
As I care about you
Just as much does it hurt me now
To see you.
I would prefer
Not to be near you
Because it hurts
When I am...

I regret the words I said in anger,
While I was being
In a hurt state of mind
Where I only knew one way
To let it all out...

I deeply regret
So many things
To write about them all
Would take forever.
But the only thing,
Which I don't regret
Is
That I let you in...
English version of the poem "fortryder jeg"
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
I linger in the shadows
And in the darkest gallows
But in the sun I also reign
Unfortunately I bring your loved ones pain
But I am nothing to fear
I bring relive when I am near
To those that are terminally ill
Their fate already sealed
Even to those that are young
With still their life story to be sung
But the world had done them so wrong
That filled with agony they couldn't go on
I bring them release, from the human skin
That they have been imprisoned in
And some I touch without waring
Those receive great mourning
I am not God, nor the Devil like you've been told
I am the keeper of soul's, a creature of old
I am nothing to fear
When your end comes near
And your spirit's screams I hear
I'm the gate keeper
I am the Grim Reaper
Peter J Thomas Feb 2016
For a moment I thought it had gone,

My mind it seemed quite clear,

But no, it sat just waiting there,

My companion, ever near.
Abimael Feb 2016
I have fail,
But never retailed to love.
I have seen it all.
But I have not been seen.
I love the moon,
Because God created for you.
A trillions of stars,
which I can reach to this dream...
A dreams that is not real...
I can sense you, all from all.
And oh God, forgive.
Forgive me, because I want to love you,
to love you all the way...
oX Sampson Feb 2014
The end is nearing
without a doubt
of casual
interest.
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