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Tara Apr 2020
Her delicate hands, her soft blue eyes,
lose yourself to her beauty
Give her all you can; she is
the only one you will love.

So you promise her the world,
she does not accept
She thinks little of this world
and does not hide her distaste.

Her long, blonde curls, her lithe figure dancing,
she enthrals you so you pursue
The chase continues,
but this mouse does not fear the cat.

You find her mocking you, poor mite,
chasing and chasing
She lifts her beautiful head high, tosses her mane,
she will never be caught.
Andrew Layman Mar 2020
Restless are the eyes that follow
searching out a purpose,
some nameless claim,
so warm, tepid,
and full of oceanic wonder;
those following two---
those damp spheres of shade.

Regrettably, a thought arrives---
I did not request your name,
lovely living statue,
found of selective voice.

Mark my posture
as a ship listing on the waves,
turn back to port,
turn back to safety,
return to the familiar
these things I know.

Pulse cease,
disquiet chamber
place hold and become stagnant,
meaning and reason please return;
human folly was born of myself,
and remains nameless,
such as my captive audience.

Such bindings of flesh and form,
build me to agony,
and remain a prisoner of chemistry
this creature, this mystery,
this name---
was never offered to me in kind.

I suppose---
there are things best kept hidden,
not spoken loud
as the heart manages its uttering
I walk down the hallway,
perceiving your gaze at journey's end.

Slowly still,
my footsteps fall in procession
and knowing not at all,
when the day concludes
such thinking is above my own
and I am left to wonder
if such a goddess was ever meant
to have earthly title.
EYES (I HAVE NOT SEE THE LIKE) Copyright © 2020
Andrew Layman
All Rights Reserved.
Nik Bland Jan 2020
Shallow streams
Echo in chambers of fallen dreams
In bittersweet visions she
Comes to me
Memories
That come in eves and carry me

Sail away
Rising, the tides scream that things don’t change
Simple complexities
Seem so strange
Still they stay
While she, pristine, is there but out of range
MaeW Dec 2018
I’ve never fallen in love
So I don’t know the feeling
But I’ve heard someone say:
It is a lot like
A hug long needed
I’ve never felt love
And I want to know the feeling
Is it talking
To someone like you?
Because if so,
That explains why my hearts beating
But is it love
How do I know?
There are no butterflies,
I feel safe
And at home.
I don’t feel fear or anxiety
And your words of my lips
Show me
It’s home
Is it love?
I’d say so!
nameless Dec 2018
You made me feel like i was everything
In the chaos of my own mind you put your hand on my shoulder
And there was
Silence
You looked me in my eyes
And there was nothing but you
Everything was you
And I saw something
Something I had never really felt before
You were my universe
And I felt deep within my soul
And it was everything
You are my everything
And I felt everything
I found life looking into your watercolor blue eyes
I found love
In watercolor blue
And love is my everything
But this
This isn’t a love poem
You made me feel like I was nothing
I’m rather good at lying to myself
I’m rather good at telling myself
I have a place in my world
In my universe
In my everything
And I was rather good at believing a beautiful lie
There is no lie more beautiful
Than you
Than believing that I had a chance
Than believing that one day I could look at you
And your eyes would hold the same love as mine
That your eyes could show me something more than my own love
Reflected back
And a day will always come when we realize
When I realize
That a love unreturned hurts more than anything
That I am a speck in my universe
I hope you never know what that feels like
I love you more than anything I can say can give justice to
But this is not a love poem
Is it better to have loved and lost if the love was never yours to have?
Diana Santiago Nov 2018
I love you yet I have to let go
Never granted me the chance to get close
I've been running tirelessly in circles
Waiting for you to love me back

You cast a powerful spell on me
Three and a half years long
Yet you've barely uttered a vowel
Your eyes put the root on my weak heart

So I ran inside this hamster wheel
In hopes you would set me free
Time is up and need to break out
No more of this dizzying runaround
Diana Santiago Oct 2018
I dream of Sundays with you
In the next life after this one
Where your snore will awaken me
And your spiral curls tickle my eye

We'll lay in your bed under sheets
Witness the light of the sunrise
Decide on where to have breakfast
Feel too lazy to get up and dressed

I won't be void of your affections
In the next life after this one
You'll be my sweet baby
And I your greatest love

-DS
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