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I stayed waiting for you to call,
to solve our problems.

I stayed with my lipstick on,
waiting for you to take me to the beach.

I stayed all made up,
waiting for that romantic dinner.

The bed was completely messed up,
from that Fifty Shades of Grey night.

Everything would have been over,
if I had come closer to talk to you.

How hard expectations are.
Larry dillon Apr 22
You smile as my iris go wide,
watching me stir wake to the realization
you are once again by my side.

In another life I would've jumped out of bed.
But in this one I am paralyzed;
I'd rather lay here with you instead.

Its not often we find ourselves lost to time
like this.  
A soft caress, a kiss.
Your head nestled on my chest.

You close your eyes
slipping-it seems-back into deep rest.

I like moments like this best.
Its the greed in me that ponders how to
prolong this state of superposition.
Not really asleep nor awake.
The world hasn't claimed stake over us yet.
With dejected protest,
my mortal form rejects the cold logic
that this scene- like a dream,
no beginning or end, only lasts
a few seconds more.
You yawn and I gleam how this will all change.
I feel the heat of an asteroid erasing
my world of the dinosaur.

You tease as you stretch,
something about how loud I snore.
In our sunday morning jest I see
infinite solutions,
stitched together, like the seam work
of your favorite duvet.

(With all these diverging paths,
how can I only pick one way?)

I know what's coming next,
can hear what you will soon say.
It's reverberating in my ears already
as you ponder the problem of wasting away
on this lovely,
summer day.

Your form is obscured from my vision.
A silhouette deciding between jeans or a dress.
Fighting with your hair, proclaiming it a mess.
The whole of you obscured by the wall partition.

You blow a frustrated raspberry which
makes me smirk.
Mutter under your breath,"I guess this will work."
I hear you ruminate in the restroom,
pairing accessories with a flowery blouse and a pencil skirt.

All the while humming a tune from a song
we both know.

Its time now.
Time to let that sliver of a scene we shared earlier go.
I can feel warmth through our window.
that moment I loved has grown into something new,
and I'm left with the dissatisfaction-no,
that is a childish reaction:
even though that scene is gone I know I tried.

Fully dressed in the doorway she chimes,
"what would you like to do today?"

I cover my head.
Playfully hide in the shelter of our
satin white sheets.
Shaking my head from left to right.
A seance with the ghost of where she used to be.

I can't decide.

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A story of a gentle moment captured between two lovers and a young man's inability to make a decision.
Oh, her raven hair tied with a white scrunchie
how it shimmered like night around the
  moon.
I longed to weave
wild daisies & cherry bloom
Thru her touch
thro' those strands, soft as love letter
  never sent.

Then perhaps my dream
  like a mad, golden butterfly
would flit, dance and burn on those blossoms
  brief, bright & utterly hers.
https://youtu.be/f9eiUOODwQg?si=1f72PBRYquIRNTso

I felt this song so deeply !
romgur73 Apr 20
Your big round lips are **** as hell
Your long brown hair is looking so well
In this sandy beach I bet you're the best
You've got a nice **** and beautiful *******
My room is empty, there is no queue
First I roast you then barbecue
Ren Apr 19
You touch me like a whisper meant for no one,
Soft, fleeting, fading when the world looks away.
I reach, not to hold, but to be held,
In the quiet ache where your silences stay.

Would you notice if I disappeared in parts?
If I cracked my ribs just to make you look back?
Would you still see me in bruised silhouettes,
Or am I just the echo you never unpacked?

My mother taught me how to be still for others,
How to swallow storms and call it peace.
But I am not a pond, love. I am the sea,
And you sail me blindfolded, begging for ease.

You cried at the lake, and I broke with you.
Every bone in me folded like paper in rain.
I said the wrong thing. God, I always do,
But I’d drown a thousand times to lift your pain.

At night, there's a voice, not mine, not yours,
Singing about dancers and distance and fate.
It tells me I’m a line without a hook,
A verse unfinished, a heart too late.

You say I’m sweet, you say I’m kind.
But only when no one hears.
And I let you, every time,
Because rejection is better than disappearing.

So if you ever return, soaked and shaking,
Know that I am still standing where the tide breaks,
Not waiting, not hoping, just aching
In the place where your love never wakes.
wrote it based on one of my fav songs, line without a hook
Laughter replaces the pain
Let us dance in the rain
Our love is the reason I stay
Your beautiful eyes have there  way
I remember them like it was yesterday
We danced in the rain and held each other close
You Took your finger and wiped the tears from my nose
You pulled me in
Held me close
You’re sent intoxicating like a rose
That is when I knew I couldn’t let go
Of a love I thought I would never know
I found it in you
My everything
Let us dance in the rain
Let the heavens sing
I pull you close
Whisper in your ear and say
I love youmore today than a thousand yesterdays
You mean the world to me and so much more
You are my best friend
The woman I adore
I want to grow old with you by my side
Turning gray as we dance in the rain
My heart filled with pride
It doesn’t get more perfect than what we have right here tonight
I promise to dry all of your tears
Even if it takes a thousand years
Thank you for being my lover
My best friend
My everything until the end
Let us dance in the rain
Right where it all began
Damocles Apr 18
She handles with tenderness
Careful not to bump or disturb the curves
Soft fingertips massaging the fibers,
Heat vibrating like a low wave synth
A melody that clangs along the drum line,
Syncopated rhythms as she cradles it like a newborn.

This tension eases,
With a loss of gravity of all that weighed down,
Gone from shoulders as my eyes close for the first time
Tears well in the space of a heavy exhale,
A sigh that moved foundations and blew over the ramparts
Caught in a blanket of her warmth, like rays from the yellow sun
I am reborn, renewed in her steadfast care—
Devoured in the sweetness of her candy-coated kiss
Amiss amid love.
Love can be the ultimate cure-all, the means to obtain peace so few of us ever truly get to receive
Ren Apr 16
I store the tourmaline in the shade
of my heart, unbeknownst to it.
"What a sordid gemstone I am," it sighs—
if only it knew how I yearn for its light.

"I'm only prized for the lucre I bring,"
if only it knew I cherish its quiet gleam.
"There are finer stones than me," it mutters,
but to me, they are mere rocks in your shadow.

"People just lock me away in their boxes,"
but I’d carry you with me through every voyage.
"I’m scratched, worn — mishandled," it says.
But I would thread gold through every groove,
and call them the paths that led me to you.
The tourmaline is a metaphor for someone I cherish deeply .
Joss Lennox Apr 14
Locking eyes created a burning flame.
The look that lingers across the room,
or silently haunts throughout lifetime frames.
The gaze that wanders through mysteries, of who you might be.
Finding yourself in lingering thoughts,
the mind retreats into dreamscape spots.
Drawing images of creamy gardenias,  
Tangled up mazes of wing laced dreams.
Echos from the soul, like quiet thunder, willingly sparks.
Alluring radiance from breath taking oceans and streams.  
Weaving canvases of braided devotions,
only from your golden, sun lit beam.
As time folded on, you became the warm center of my vision,
my eyes forever found a path fate seated.
Writer's Digest April PAD Challenge Poetry Prompt for April 13, 2025
"Full __" fill in the "blank". I chose to write about the first time meeting my husband, those first moments and looks. How they turned into vows and long lasting commitment to each other through various hardships.
Peter Wyatt Apr 13
Love flooded fields,
gave us harvest,
granted us a tide
for growth, for both
of our hearts
to decide.

We weren't meant
to be ones to hide,
while we were
always open
to confide.

Light shined when
we were wilting.
Water quenched us
after a long drought.

But it is now
when I want out.
Full poem: https://romances.blog/2025/04/07/poem-playing-the-same-heartbeat-4-7-2025/
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