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My thighs have become an object of interest for the two of us. From the stretch marks to the thickness of them. From the way my body darkens at the thick center of them. They’re soft though. Two fluffy pillows that seem to weaken each time your hands grab them. Mm. A soft mm escapes my mouth each time you press into them. With the touch of your lips, I wonder if you know how hungry I become for you. Some say their flowers are the gateway to an internal garden, but these thighs can pull you in and keep you there until I’m ready to let go. I’ll lay on the bed wrapped around you for hours, just to feel the rush of excitement and a release of built up tension. These thighs could be such a gift only if you were here.
female's body
starlight Sep 29
Dreadful
  Dreadful
    Dreadful
I loathe your return
Your dead eyes
And ice cold heart
Are things I no longer recognize
Darker
  Darker
    Darker
My world spirals down further
I hate the way your words
Fall out of your mouth
Crashing to the ground
Shattering like glass
Cutting me
Bleeding
A sea of blood
Blood
Deeper
  Deeper
    Deeper
I drown in the deep dark red
Slimy, writhing
Alive
Once alive
But dead
Deeper
  Deeper
    Deeper
Drag me further down
Your hands
Your grasp
Pull me down
                 down
                   down
Stop.


I stay down.
I'm quiet.
She leaves.
I'm gone.
Again
  Again
Again
    Again and
                   Again and
  Again and
                         Again
          And






...please...
I can't do anything about my life right now.
Bruce Demos Aug 28
((view horizontally on the phone))

I                        graph,                        s­ighs
    was      cosine          up         down,        and
             a                              and                            lau­ghs.


Intervals                              and
              s­lowing        peaks       troughs
                             fast,                              past
                         ­                                                  the
                                                             ­                     floor,
                                     ­                                               couldn't
         ­                                                                 ­               take
                                                            ­                             any
                                                             ­                            more
                                                            ­                                 !

                                              
                                         instantly
falling                                up
       through                swings
             infinity,     curve
                           the
Nylee Jun 23
Till I find the
   destined place
I am lost
   in this visual palace
of the big maze.
Hannah Rose Apr 26
L
e
  a
   k
    i
     n
      g

I n t o  

my ears

        s
       p
      i
     l
    l
   i
n
g

O  u   t

My lips

These

Words
Words words
Words words words
Words words
Words

That
h
u
r
t

Me

Because they

h
u
r
t

You

And

t
     e
          a
               r
                   s

f
a
l
l
  l

Fasterfasterfaster

Than I fell
For you

These
D E M O N S

In your

     Heart                 heart
Heart heart        heart heart
Heart heart heart heart heart
Heart heart heart heart heart
Heart heart heart heart heart
   Heart heart heart heart
        Heart heart heart
   Heart heart
      Heart

Are
SqUeEzIng
My  
        l
     u
  o
s

And i think

i love him i love him i love him i love him

but

how
can
He

love love love love love

someone else

When

He
C A N T
Even

Love love love love

h
  i
   m
     s
       e
         l
           f
             ?
Visual poem
I stain myself on you
Hold onto your every imprint
Attempt permanence in your mind
Vivid thoughts you stole

Tainted brushes of colour
Mould myself to fit your image
Became a blank canvas
Though I know too well

I am watercolour
I wash off
In world full of temporary people be art.
Luiz Mar 14
w
h
o
l
e
      
        h
          o
            l
            ­  e
                s

apart
Star Eyes Mar 13
Two roses intertwine, becoming one;
their fragile petals thirsting for the sun.
They lift each other’s leaves up to the light;
and so, together, blossom through the night.
This poem's meaning is really up to you. You can even take it literally if you'd like.
I tried to express the feeling of two entities, both broken or fragile or vulnerable for some reason, helping each other through some period of time. The circumstance and nature of the relationship between the entities can change; the poem still applies.
I named it 'Symbiosis', because that is the most summarized form of what this poem was intended to describe. [In biology, a symbiotic relationship is when two organisms assist one another, such as a fish eating the parasites and such off another fish. One fish gets food and the other food gets cleaned.]

I tried to add some visual poetry, too, with each line looking a little longer than the previous line in a sort of stair-step pattern - as if you could climb up and be triumphant.

oh, and yeah this is iambic pentameter... heh
Luiz Mar 6
the
                                                few
us
broken­
                                              break
unbroken
   ­                                          many
them




Are you
with us?
                                            the few?
                         Both?

#pingpongpoetry / @luizsyphre 2019
Ig: @luizsyphre
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