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Tint Mar 2020
The ache in my heart,
a somersault
colours filled my being,
lighter to dark, better to bad
I can't help but gasp
with these feelings
the tears that I held in,
became lullaby to sleep

With these blunt sword,
I was a knight and I
fought for your kindness,
bled for your time
no matter how
thoughts contradicted
I listened to differing advice,
coward and brave

Couple steps ahead
yet four steps behind
for I will see you in forever,
glowing with a smile
and I cannot touch, no.
I will die wishing to
In my dreams,
I still hope and dream to

as long as the yellow seas
come soaring
and when my summer
starts to glow
I will embrace my lost sunsets
thinking loving is a show

Regret will forebond me
rations of guilt will trip
but so long as you're within reach
I will keep at bay,
the guilt

And I should be contented this way.
I should be.
Too long in the draft.
But I am loved back now.
Irakli Beria Mar 2020
Despite
That you are far away
And you don't know me
Behold, I send you the feeling
Which I invented…
It's not abstract at all,
On the contrary
You can touch it
And felt his high fever,
Severe illness
And
Of course
Recovering...
N Jul 2019
She’s under my skin
like a bruise that’s
unwilling to heal

Her touch
left me trembling

Her gaze
pierced my bones

Her love
scarred my soul

I left,
when my heart
ached to be hers
N Jul 2019
I built sturdy walls
to protect my mind,
and surrounded my
heart with shields

But I broke down
my defense for her
soft touch and
honey-dipped soul

I surrendered,
'cause I’d rather
have her than all
my chipped walls

And so she left
Miss Luna Mar 2020
I would die
for another touch of yours;

I would die
for another kiss of yours;

I would die
for one last sight
of yours.
LC Mar 2020
she waits for the days when their eyes will meet again. the days when his arms keep the rest of the world out in order to let her in. the days when his smile beckons her to drop the armor at his feet and present her raw, vulnerable self to him. the days when her eyes drink him in slowly and deliberately to savor the memory.

until then, her laughter rings out over hundreds of miles. his caring questions touch her heart just the same. his musings about random topics never fail to rivet her. her smile lingers long after their talks, and her love never dies.
Michael R Burch Mar 2020
Mother’s Smile
by Michael R. Burch

There never was a fonder smile
than mother’s smile, no softer touch
than mother’s touch. So sleep awhile
and know she loves you more than “much.”

So more than “much,” much more than “all.”
Though tender words, these do not speak
of love at all, nor how we fall
and mother’s there, nor how we reach
from nightmares in the ticking night
and she is there to hold us tight.

There never was a stronger back
than father’s back, that held our weight
and lifted us when we were small
and bore us till we reached the gate,
then held our hands that first bright mile
till we could run, and did, then flew.
But, oh, a mother’s tender smile
will leap and follow after you!

Published by TALESetc, Famous Poets and Poems, Poems for Big Kids (anthology), Victorian Violet Press, Better Than Starbucks and Care2Care; also Penguin Books Valentine’s Day Contest Winner and included in the Children of Gaza song cycle by composer Eduard de Boer

Keywords/Tags: Mother, Mother’s Day, smile, tender, touch, words, love, embrace, hugs, holding, hold, warmth, soft, softness, father, back, strength, shouldering, burden, weight, support, nightmare, clock ticking, run, running, fly, flying
Pax Mar 2020
If i kiss you here.
Will that brings us together?
Will our love be an ever after?

If i touch you there
will that bridge build faster,
for us to be together?

if this illustionary love be real
I'd be a thief, a forbidden deal
Holding a broken seal
Of the unspoken truth
Of everyone i'll hurt.

I don't want that, I'd rather be alone
And hold a heart of stone.
Be at peace to the dream out of reach.
At least i know how to love.
A fictitious write, me dreaming, kissing something forbidden. Many thanks to those who read.
دema flutter Mar 2020
there has
never been
this much doubt
running through my mind,
i’m so used to
your hands against mine,
yet i’m so scared
to let you touch me
in ways i’ve never experienced,
but i’m also terrified
by the mere thought
of letting you go.
Mitch Prax Feb 2020
Don’t ask to love me
when what you really mean is
you want to touch me

6:19 PM
27/2/20
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