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Shofi Ahmed Nov 2019
Brexit, make it
or break it
for the better!
The vote is in December,
cast it, it's your power!
Forget not on the poll day
Do come out
Give it your Midas touch.
You kissed my hand
and your touch
sent sparks of life
through the dead land
hollowed out
in my chest
Traveler Nov 2019
I don't always mean
These words I say
Nor these things I recklessly do
In the pitch dark of night
I suddenly awake
And frantically reach for you
Somehow you're still here
Then I realize my greatest fear
To be alone in this broken world
A single man without a girl
So I must admit
I need your love
Even though
I abhorred the crutch
Nothing is as it's suppose to be
Thank  god
For cursing me!
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Traveler
Amanda Hernandez Nov 2019
It’s a soft murmur in the room,
A faint tune we know that reaches our ears.
Eyes meet, our breathing pauses, a question hangs in the air as the tune continues on.

“Dance with me?” I asked with a quivering intake,
“Dance with me.” I said with a breath of more confidence.
You just smiled, it was large and with your teeth, and you took it in stride and took two steps to meet me.

We knew the song a million times over, we sung it, breathed it, and felt the words from our head to our toes, and as it played, you grasped my hand and pulled me close.

You were warm, but you’re always warm.
You were laughing quietly to yourself, or maybe to me.
But you just looked at me with those eyes, and it felt like too much.
My chest tightened and my mouth seemed to dry all at once, and I had to look away.
You just laughed again, you knew what I was doing, being shy, hiding, avoiding that look.

“You smiled, you smiled oh and then the spell was cast,” you sung, a whisper, a terrible attempted harmony, a confession.
Your cheek pressed to mine in a gentle sway, rocking, swing.
And there we were, like trees in the wind, swaying, rocking, swinging.
One of my first few poems I started to write this school year, so please any criticism would help as I haven't written poetry in a little over 8 months. Thank you for reading my poem!
Haruharu Nov 2019
Words with you, are overrated.

Your light green eyes, smooth honey to my soul.

Through my spiritual reflection I see your face.

I hear my thoughts narrated, with your voice.

A shivering, and I know it's you.

Our bodies calling for each other.

We connect through silence.

We just know.

It's happening.

It.
Guilty Nov 2019
6
You say you'll kiss me,
You say you'll dare.
But when I can finally touch you,
You don't wanna be there
decide
Ally Nov 2019
I have to forget
I have to let go
but your touch
lingers...into the night

My 3am thoughts
In your arms
Your hands searching
Caressing my body

I have to forget
I have to let go
But your touch
...I miss

Desperate kisses
Demanding all of me
I have to let go
but I miss... your touch
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