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Phia Jan 28
To be loved is to be seen
And I never realized just how invisible I felt
Until you came along
And saw me in full color
Zywa Jan 27
A man opens up

in the arms of a woman --


He softens and talks.
Novel "Een Fries huilt niet" ("A Frisian does not cry", 1980, Gerrit Krol), chapter 7.1

Collection "Loves Tricks Gains Pains in the 80s and 90s"
Níla Jan 25
And I was used to it
The unsteady moods and sudden attacks
I'd changed into someone who couldn't be hurt
Stopped trying to fix his errors by addressing them first
I'd just never expected to be needing that back
Good I kept all my baggage and never unpacked
Man for Sale

Man for sale slightly bruised and battered,
but still performs fairly well
in all the things that matter. 

He's a daily driver he never fails to start,
paints a little faded, but not falling apart.

He's never been a model that will turn a lot of heads,
his selling point has always been comfort,
and reliability instead.

So hop in turn the key,
take him for a spin.

He'll get you where you need to go
and safely back again.

The price is right,
practically free,
I'll even throw in a money back guarantee.

He's a certified pre-owned classic,
they no longer make them like this.

But this is not a handshake deal,
it must be sealed with a kiss.
Another one from the vaults thought it held up fairly well.

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Nemusa Jan 23
Beneath the weight of the moment,
fractured seconds linger like echoes,
etched into the hollows of my mind.
Most things dissolve,
consumed by the hungry tides of forgetting,
but not this—
not the way you made me feel.

Small.
Insignificant.
The air stolen from my lungs
as life unraveled, thread by thread.
I lay there,
the world shrinking,
your gaze an avalanche,
your silence a knife.

It wasn’t the darkness that stayed—
it was the sharpness of being
discarded, diminished, erased.

I will not forget.
The universe has ways
of balancing its scales.
And when it does,
may you feel what I felt—
every fragment of it.
Santiago A Jan 23
I unblocked you today,
But I didn't know what to say.
You left me 1 year ago
But always on my mind though.
I want to reach out and call
Would that be talking to a wall?
In a moment of weakness
I did what anyone might guess.
I unblocked you today,
But I didn't know what to say.
Would it be okay? If I even talked to my ex? She left me, and it'd be pathetic to be the one reaching out no? It has to be the other way around right? Idk, but she's left unblocked jic. But I don't know what to say.
John bush Jan 22
This may seem possessive but you’re mine, I want, need, and value you, not just body, but mind as well, you are fundamental.

When I’m not there, I want a moment in time when you sort through the memories of me and use your imagination to create the infinite possibilities of how I reinforce every beautiful thing about you and be sentimental.

No one is perfect, we all have our losses, and we all fall. When uncertain, I can only hope you know how much I believe in you, to the point where I give you that look, you smile.

I want to be a catalyst for your self-discovery. Give me your body and mind, rest assured this will be secured with my life, confide. I want to experience you liberated and lost inside, let your spirit run wild.

I’m the mystery that discovered and played with every aspect of you for your benefit. It’s a sense of its own, best described as living in suspense.

Just know, that this bond is beyond imagination and reality, it’s inconceivable, and it’ll never make sense.
Please & thank you
Sounds like
P's and Q's
Rhymes poetically
with gratitude
of which
Love ❤️ covers
a multitude
of sins
& where our
Relationship
must begin...
For the Love of Julia
Melanie Jan 21
to be loved by you
is to be noticed, cared for
to feel warm and secure
laughing endlessly
little sly smirks and soft caresses
the way you look at me
I will never forget what it was like
to have been loved by you
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