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Em MacKenzie May 22
I swore I meant to get baptized
you ended up with my head under water,
just alittle too long that time
and it should be cold instead of hotter.
I fight against the rough waves
my arms reach out for you instead of splashing.
I prefer that method where I’m being saved
instead of receiving a verbal thrashing.

Rooted in ground, meant to settle down,
hiding under the rubble,
you’re not Sonic in the bubble.
While I’m bound to always maybe poke around
believe me I don’t want to cause trouble.
I’m not Sonic in the bubble.

I’ve always wanted a bigger bath tub
she craves to have a yard once more.
Everyday I trade both for a back rub
you ask “is your body even sore?”
I tell her who doesn’t feel some strain
and that her hands have always felt healing,
infact they cure almost every single pain
that I’ve had the misfortune of feeling

Hearing no sound, except the counting down
too far and deep in a puddle
you’re not Sonic in the bubble.
A trick I found is to always use a spin pound
straight from the knuckle,
I’m not Sonic in the bubble.

I only want the best chocolate
but I won’t pay for it out of pocket,
I expect a free taste to know if it’s worth my time.
Like picking doors and lockets
and sticking your fingers into sockets
it’s the type of thrill you don’t want to define.
Oo-ah
She had a well-oiled mind.
A kind of thinking that kept a rhythm,
even in chaos.
That kept tapping the well of knowledge until it found what it sought.
That kept time with life,
while feeding the spiritual.
With one foot in the proverbial language of the world,
and one foot in the meadow.
Quick but careful.
She took her time,
in a world where anything tedious was shunned.

-Rhia Clay
Kemi Dec 2024
Shall we dance a never-ending dance?
I don't want our dance to be a ballet dance spinning and losing the opportunity to lose myself in your eyes.
I don't want to modernise our dance and forget for a second that your presence is the only place I want to be.
I don't want to be hip or hop, letting go of your hands
I don't want to tap around you; the noise is killing me. Can I just dwell in your heartbeat, waiting for your words?
I don't want to quicken my step only to lose trust in you
The only chacha I want to be saying to you when I am addressing you in the Hindi language for it breaks my heart to turn my back on you for a millisecond
Yet sometimes I forget that you do not look at the outer appearance or shall ****** you like a Salsa dancer with her lover, but you are too graceful, full of wisdom, and then I think of beautiful, you come to mind.
The dance is about us, so Lord, I am listening to what dance you would like to dance with your bride.
Kalliope Dec 2024
The room smells good
Until the candle burns out
And now it's just a room again
The flame dances until the wick burns out,
I think our wick burned out.
Melissa Starr Oct 2024
You taught me a love like I had as I became one with the universe.
You taught me like as if I were the sky. Rays between, above as below.
I meet with the stars, as the sun settles and the moon blooms
Oh sweet prairie, let me lay down
In sweet scents and tickles on my face
Sweet love like a release of air
To be your breath
Our breath
The breath in between.
I long
For you.
I was on the phone with a boyfriend of that time, we were talking and a Sunbeam light refracted off my window pane and blinded me a bit. I had to get off the phone with him right away once the poem came to me. It's like that with me, it's like a rush of golden light that with the conversation and light, it forced me to stop. And get this on paper. And this is what came of it. I hope you like it 💕
Heavy Hearted Mar 2024
Three
chests heave-
in the dark,
Breathing throughout
Each exhale.
The soundscape
adopts
a sleepers tone;
As
the clock's
      Tick tock,
Counting each second;
Becomes infinite-
The midnight's
metronome
Insues...
"What we've become is the price we've paid to get what we used to want".
Zack Ripley Jan 2024
Once upon a time, I willed myself to dream
that you'd care if I wore my heart on my sleeve. Ever since, I have.
But not for you.
I do it for me.
M May 2023
the quick brown fox
jumped over the lazy dog
and spun a fancy tale
about the history of clichés

it beat a valiant bush
before burning a broken bridge
and kicking its own bucket
under six feet of foliage

now its dead like that horse it beat--
from counting chicks and party tricks
to counting sheep and hourly bleats
the fox is dead but oh was it quick!
ah yes
esoteric word paint of a pangram
Zoe Mae Nov 2021
Brain brain, go away

Don't sabotage another day

I've stumbled much, yet I still try

Please let me live, before I die
My brain is my biggest enemy.
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