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Merlie T Jul 2021
The pink roses
inside my white elephant
tea *** are Gorgeous.
The petals against the porcelain
a true work of art.
AJBusse Jan 2021
I value the little things
The way the sun bounces off trees
The way I smile when I get mail
The way dogs jump when you talk to them
The way people smile in crowded places
The way people drag their fingers across the spines of books
The way little kids go down slides
The way the air stings my throat in the winter
The way business owners call me "Love,"
The way people get excited when they smell candles
The way people dance when they eat good food
The way music sounds in good headphones
The way cats rub their faces on plants
The way hardcovers crack when you first open them
The way pages smell with fresh ink
The way your eyes glitter in the sunlight
The way you look at me
The way you love me
For those who have no gift to see,
There is naught but cruel reality.
But for those with mind and heart in stock,
The hidden doors of life unlock,
And pour out treasures beyond compare-
Simple treats, like cold, clean air-
Or a sunset ripe with firey soul,
The stillness of water inside a plain bowl;
A flower sweet on Spring's hillside,
The thump in our veins that keeps us alive;
A roll of thunder, and mornings song-
These are the virtues to be claimed all along.
What can't be seen by hurried man
Are things more precious than they understand;
For man may rush and push and live by the hour,
But time is wasted when you dont smell the flowers.
Marina Oct 2019
Remembering the way
you pulled me close to your heart in the promises
of never breaking me

staying here, dancing in my mind
in public
in the dark
making the tensity in my body, release
telling me you love me, keeping yourself hostage
in my body,
i listen deeply.
i am home to you.
no matter where i go, you're chasing me out of love.
Hecate Nov 2018
perfect human imperfections
the gentle roll of a teardrop
down a sun-beaten cheek
falling from eyes of incomprehensible depth
ocean eyes

endless moments in time
snippets of absolute joy and content
small eternities of a life that's been lived

sleepless nights
early morning hours
of peace
of solitude
a mind, a silent fortress

deep breaths on cold days
stinging lungs
seeping warmth from a hot drink

the slow spread of a smile
the result of a scandalous idea

a wisp of smoke from a house-chimney
conjuring images of a cosy, loving family

all the little things
the little bits of beauty
are what to live for
Andres Martinez Jul 2018
Hello again
Seems I've forgotten my ways
The little things
constant change of directions
my train of thought on its way towards a head on collision
And the obstacles on the track don't worry me much
it's more of the thoughts powering the train
Giving into simplicity everyday
A smile might be all it takes
A nod to a stranger walking down the street sending off a reason to believe
Tired of holding all the weight letting go back now and back to the little things
Elaine Mar 2018
I care
I care so much it hurts
I care about the little things
The way his eyes light up when he talks about something he loves
The way he tells jokes and stories
Laughing so much he can't get the words out
The way he smiles when we hold hands and dance together
Even if it's just for show
I care so much about things most people don't even notice
But I care about the big things too
Things most everyone sees, but fails to address
The way his eyes are now, dull and void of life
The way he jokes about hating himself and wanting death
In a way that makes me think he really means it
The way his face is permanently frozen in the same weary expression, now that I can't make him laugh
Or even smile
I care about all these things, and they scare me
Because what if I'm right
About the way he feels
Because I don't know how to fix it, how to make him smile again
How to make his eyes light up the world like they used to
Because what if there's suddenly nothing more to notice, nothing more to care about
Because it's all gone
Because he's all gone
And nothing I did made a difference
I wrote this a while ago and I'm happy to say things are getting better now, but this poem still makes me emotional and I wanted to share it with you guys.
Kewayne Wadley Feb 2018
Do you truly know what it's like to dream with your eyes open?
To confess that you don't know why you dream the way you do.
The need to miss as much as you do.
Missing the reality of the things that make most happy.
Catching yourself in the beauty that goes unseen.
Everything that goes unseen.
The light that twinkles in the melanin.
Quiet spheres that guard us from what we fear most.
Legit watching you the way you watch them.
Bowing in your essence while you share in their regal.
The way your shoulders slide into a dress made in their likeness.
The rest of the world goes on
chiasa Dec 2017
The only word
I could use
When the wind caught
The tangles of your hair.

Your eyes as dark as the night
Spears through my soul,
Through my heart.
Down to my very core.

Casting me on fire
The flames of the lightest touch
You whisked
When our fingers brushed.

When I saw the life
Flashing before me,
Giddy, bumpy, fulfilling
With you.
wise men say, only fools rush in. but i can't help, falling in love with you.
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