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do you love me Bipolar –
My heart is in a bit of disorder;
ordering my emotions, suspended by
the winds blowing me into my
Mood swings.

Does loving me sometimes feel
too irrational – do I
give you a sense of Phobia; I
cannot Lie; I have

thanatophobia

and the someone I love,
that I fear losing - in All honesty,
is losing myself to Love…
Soft glow, a flicker, shadows dance,
Whispers soft, a gentle hand,
Eyes that meet, a tender gaze,
Lost in love, in an endless maze.

Candlelight casts a warm embrace,
Time stands still, in this sweet space,
Hearts entwined, a silent vow,
Love's pure flame, forever now.

As the night deepens, stars above,
Sealed with kisses, born of love,
In this moment, time takes flight,
Candlelight's magic, burning bright.
I was listening to the song Romantic Candlelight, a relaxing Jazz Piano ensemble, staring at the candle burning on my desk.   This poem sprang to life from that moment.
I have this overwhelming feeling
A loneliness I can’t escape
Long days, with thoughts of you
I’m falling in love with you again

I don’t know if you will ever know
How it is to have someone forever in your thoughts
You consume my existence
As my heart cries out, hoping you will hear

Morning hues, a sunrise that brings me light
Remind me of you, your palette of choice
Your brushstrokes upon the canvas
Tells the tale of your heart

Can you feel,
The warmth of my heart?
How it beats for you?
The longing that is deeply engraved upon it?

I am so very lonely
Yet my feelings remain unchanged
An overflowing cup that never empties
As I fall in love with you, again, every day anew

The sun sets, the night sky
Your darkened palette
Brushstrokes painted by the pale moonlight
As the end grows near for the long day

You are So Far Away
My feelings are eternal, never letting go
As I wake every morning to your colors
As I retire every evening to darkened skies

My heart yearns for thee
Unchanged feelings
Can you feel my love across this distance?
The quantum entanglement of our souls?

I have fallen in love with you, every day
A year of longing
Ten months of love-filled thoughts
So far away, but always in my heart
I wrote this during the holidays, being away from the one I love.  Trying to cope with the loneliness, the longing, and yearning of my heart.  Love sometimes can consume you, and in the silence of the distance, sometimes clarity eludes you.
must you love me – accident prone; it could be my
clumsy self that made me fall in love. you hate smokers,
around you; I really hope I’m not too much of a drag
yet the laughter, and the sun follow you around like
smoke– addicted, they must love you

And she asked me:
“darling, do you think you could handle me,”

while twisting my thoughts by the handle to my heart’s
door – that’s my handful; being handy to remind you,
your eyes are beautiful. but I always seem too naked with my
thoughts, would you bear with me, be bare with me

stripped of false disguise – let me know your inner child from
your mother’s womb. the heat of your body that fires the spark
between us both; aroused in your presence, and yearning for
more, by the lack there of.

pen words of worth to penetrate your thoughts, rising
up in anticipation to that sensual mountaintop, as your
passion is to spasm for me, in this naked trust of love
                     in this very moment, we are one.
The canvas of our lives, a year of shades,
Of stormy hues and shadows deeply laid.
But through the tempest, hand in hand we stayed,
Our love a beacon, fear and doubt allayed.

You, my artist, with colors bold and bright,
Painted resilience, bathed our world in light.
Your strokes of courage, turning darkest night,
Into a dawn where hope and love ignited.

My sweetest addiction, your soul, a vibrant hue,
My strongest inspiration, forever seeing you.
There's no mountain high, no challenge we can't subdue.
As long as you are mine, forever and anew.

For you, my love, I'll climb the highest peak,
A loyal guide, the work my heart will speak.
My best friend, my confidante, forever meek,
Whenever you may need me, I will never forsake.

I'll cherish every moment, every whispered phrase,
Your laughter, your tears, the love that softly sways.
Each passing day, my love for you ablaze,
A fire burning brighter in a wondrous haze.

The world may dim, but with you, my love's aflame,
Chasing shadows, whispering your name.
A dream come true, erasing every pain,
My sweetest addiction, forever and again.

I'll hold you close, my love, a tender embrace,
Never letting go, this love with find it's place.
In every sunrise, every moonlit space,
My love for you, a timeless, sacred grace.
My original submission poem
pink blossoms – in the forest of thoughts; I seem
so lost. as a storyteller, I must have consumed a library,
every day is a memory of all that you’ve learned, and
the scriptures on your skin of the Word

where true prophecy reigns – the taste of one’s future
rains, watering faith’s garden. you beautiful tragedy,
making blissful mistakes – life hurts and stresses you
out with heavy thoughts of tomorrow, that you seem
too scared to even let down your hair; it's an anchor

yet in these pink blossoms, any piece of hope blossoms
like a blush on your face – when the slightest beauty
smiles back at your worried face… weary child,
go and pray.
Anais Vionet Dec 2021
Anyone can write a poem
I mean, they’ve never passed a law
and with the quick access to paper
and all.

Of course, the serial poet’s the danger
that keeps us up at night - someone lacking
the gene for rhyme control. Normal people can’t
imagine such wonton, naked promiscuity with words.

It’s best that we ignore them - to nip it in the bud.
A real collective effort is required - let us build
institutional archives - yes - we’ll call them libraries - to
lock such verse away - may it never again see the light of day.

If you catch a child with a pencil, slap it out of their little hand
because we cannot start too early in discouraging needless rhyme.

This public service announcement - pointing out this new “poetry”
trend - was made for the benefit of all.
spread the word people
JOY Sep 2021
I want to write a song
I want to be a songwriter
I want to dream a dream
I want to be a dreamer
I want to write a poem
I want to be a poet
I want my poetry to be spread
So that someone will finally feel it
The eyes are sparkling with too much glam
Who has the power to achieve it?
The heart is burdened with too much pain
Who has the power to enter it? Then to heal it?
Then to return it to its original keeper.
Because she lost it while she was floating in gold
Golden dreams would never find its way to her miserable heart
Her miserable heart that wishes to be it all
But here she is, here she goes
Writing about her inability to let her dreams out of this ripped gray closet
She writes them down in her white screen
Perhaps someday, somebody will find it,
Will find it rare.
Alisha lia Mar 2021
Look outside,
It's a beautiful morning
The sun is shining so bright
Birds singing so sweet
Flowers blooming so beautiful
Butterflies flying so colorful.
Take a deep breath,
Put a smile on your face
Think how blessed you are.
You'll never have this day again.
Start this day with a new hope.
Leave every bad memories behind,
Live this day like its your last.
Make it incredible as far as you can
Smile, enjoy this day.at least you can try.
And don't wait for a better tomorrow
Let's make a better today
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