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David Southbay Dec 2020
And then I met you…
A happiness like I have never known…
My knees went weak when we first touched…
My heart shouted out when I held your hand…
The smile in your eyes brought warmth into my heart…
I am complete now…
Since I met you…

D/
chrishambolic Dec 2020
I longed for your lasting embrace;
O how warm and cozy it is.
The dreary night became so lucent,
as you pressed your hand on my cheek.

May this night last a lifetime.
Eye to eye;
just you and i.
Jay M Dec 2020
Words across summer pages
Later burned in winter fires
Release that which holds yee so
Let them all go

Midsummer nights
Warm and unrest
Tossing and turning
Longing to be cold

Midwinter nights
Cold, still unrest
Curled and shivering
Longing for a bit of warmth

Midsummer dreams
Of content and ease
Midwinter dreams
Of peace and escape
Forge on, dreamer
Forget not
For it is the pain
That makes strength

- Jay M
December 8th, 2020
spacewtchhh Dec 2020
I love oceans.
I would sit on the shore with massive waves hitting this body of mine
With no one to see and no one to be with.

My lighthouse tried to fill in and gleam,
Yet I swerve,
Yet I ran away from the luminescence it gave.

I leap into the ocean and drown myself into the water,
And within I struggle
Within I suffocate under.

I am terrified of oceans
Yet I feel secure
Yet I could feel the warmth it provides inside.
Lily Audra Dec 2020
I love to cook for you,
Steam billowing from pans and your arms lazily draped over me,
Lips honeyed with ***,
Your pockets jingle with trinkets and you stir the pan,
Grazing the sauce with your eyes and the spoon,
After,
You'll bury your head in my neck and tell me I'm brilliant and you want to lie down,
I want years of you, decades,
I could drink crates of you and only want more.
The girl with pockets filled with tissues and one hand on a book and the other on my foot,
You hold my heart like chicken soup,
Bringing it right to your nose and tasting every drop.
Kristin Nov 2020
January girl
eyes wide with hope

January girl
smile once wide with joy

January girl
where are you hiding
and why

January girl
will you tell me,
trust me

January girl
the winter will be over soon

January girl
I have a fire lit for you
come inside or let me in
Chloe Nov 2020
The here and now
A place in time
The world feels so soft
and open

Fulfilling my wish
A three part kiss
where time stands still
and I seize the moment

On the brink of lust
With each healing touch
And suddenly the world
appears less broken

The here and now
A place in time
Our soft worlds collided
and wide open
13 October 2020
Evie G Nov 2020
Sometimes, your silence is a cold- blooded creature
Unpredictable, uncontrollable, unknowable.
How will I approach this prickly animal?
my hands hover,
unknowing

Other times it is a fireplace,
Warm from a far, but you know not to get too close.
My hands hover.

But today, your silence is a handwarmer,
Small, familiar and soft.
I’ll sit with it in my hand a while until it goes cold.
This is about a friend i have who's silence took me a while to understand, but of course interpret it however you will, use and abuse it, that's what poetry is for after all. Let me know your thoughts :)-
inspired by Jack Underwood's 'Sometimes Your Sadness is a Yatch'
Rebecca Nov 2020
I just want to lay amongst the sand and have the sun kiss my skin.
To have my hair combed through by the wind.
Finally dig my feet within the earth and feel the connection
of the world and myself again.
No longer having the stench of society fill my nose but rather the
salt spray of the sea.
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