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I no longer know who ya heart beats for
Who ya soul screams for
who ya naps dream for
who ya body needs for
Who ya times free for

before i find out
I want our spark to be restored
Replenished & refreshed
Id rot away without ya sweet flesh
& kind hearted gestures
Youve fulfilled me
Like pirates are by treasures
& Taken my heart to unmet measures
Sourodeep Sep 2017
Head* turning back away,
a bird flies past the last ray,
But when I wake up beside you
all my worries gets washed away.
 
Over a lake filled with tranquility
Wings glide glorifying the sanctity,
Like I have held you close
Trapped in your face’s bright ubiquity.
 
Heels just touching the floor,
On top of hill, it silently soars
Like when we kiss, my love,
My heart keeps craving for more.

For the lush green to grow,
a healthy seed we hopefully sow,
as your smile when you look at me
always lifts my mood when I am low.
 
You hold my hand to ease my pain
Giving me a lifetime of gain,
All I can say while I hug you tight
Our deeds will never go in vain.
After a long time writing a few lines for my love...
Poetic T Sep 2017
I will with every breath I take
           make sure you sleep soundly,
if any monsters are under you bed
            I'll brush them away...

I will with every breath I take
            wish you sweet dreams
                                    "goodnight,
And when you awaken I'll whisper
"Morning sunshine's
                time to open those little eyes,


I will with every breath tell your mother
                     "I love her, That I'm hers all of my life.
My wife, is the love that brought our children
into our lives, she is the love of all our lives.

I will with every breath hold you all close,
                  holding each of you close to my chest.
Living for your smiles and the words that
                bring a smile "I love you,
"I love you too, smile radiating on my face.

My family, I will always look after you.
                      feed and water you, clothe you.
gift you with knowledge.
                                  "Ok sometimes not the best,
But family are everything and ill protect you my best.
Em MacKenzie Sep 2017
We watched stars shine bright, searching for any that shot,
and we witnessed none that night so we wished on the ones we got.
I confessed with a laugh that if my brain was split in two,
they could observe each half and each stem would lead to you.

We stood in dark parking lots, feet treading on glass long broken,
my head was drowning in thoughts; every one unspoken.
I stumbled on a confession each and every single time,
that you were a drug and an obsession; a favourite of mine.

And she talks to me in dreams,
whispering words of true love.
It tells of beautiful melodic themes,
a voice that comes from above.
Two souls forever bound, two bodies wrapped in sheets,
listening to the sound of our joined heartbeats.

We laughed together in dim light to jokes only we would get,
and you were the only thing in sight, my sunrise and my sunset.
I traced the outlines of your form, with both hands and my eyes,
and together we'll keep warm; arms on shoulders, legs on thighs.

And she kisses me awake,
her lips greet me like the sun.
But my dream world doesn't break,
'cause her presence tends to stun.
I have finally been found, once I was lost in the dark streets,
now we're listening to the sound of our joined heartbeats.

Caress my skin and whisper my name in my ear,
I'll let your voice in 'cause it's all I want to hear.
Fingertips can scratch, but now they feel so smooth,
the last mark I didn't catch but now I think I got the groove.
Candlelight will show me all I need to see,
and my hands will guide to where they need to be.
Our voices mesh into one, our souls and mind link,
and our hearts beat together; perfectly in sync.

And she blows air into my chest,
giving me oxygen to breathe.
With her hand resting upon my breast,
I promise her that I'll never leave.
Side by side on the ground, same song just repeats,
and we're listening to the sound of our joined heartbeats.
ARI Sep 2017
I do not know what to tell you.
I do not know why I hurt.
I cannot tell you which moment
Tore my heart through my shirt.

I know not why my soul is bleeding.
There's so much I don't understand.
I wish I could explain to myself
Why my husband was an unkind man.

I never could quite figure it out.
Why I felt I was so broken.
I still don't know why my tender throat
Is often shredded by words unspoken.

-ARI
Anu Lal Sep 2017
I am visiting a friend.
I buy sweets.
The bakery is good.
I buy chicken cutlets too.
Five of them.
They are corrupted by time.
If they are safe to eat
By the evening,
I am not sure.
It’s already noon.
“They are freshly baked,” says the sales woman.
She is not just a sales woman.
She is also the wife of the owner.
So I trust her.
Time is 1.00 PM.
My wife is waiting for me to return.
She is also coming with me.
It’s our first visit after marriage.
We are visiting our best friend.
I raise a lot of dust
With my tires
As I rev the engine hard
For a quick turn and a fast return.
I pick her up at her home, one hour’s drive.
From there, we took the most romantic route
By the reserve forest,
On a macadam road.
From Panoor* to Peravoor**,
She won’t feel bored,
The road is fine, and the nature divine.
My friend was told
That we will reach by evening, at four.
We are a half way when it’s three thirty.
I try to smell hard for the chicken cutlets.
Any variation in smell
Meant they are lost to nature.
I slam the accelerator.
The car flies.
The road is not straight.
On both sides, Wild Life Reserves.
If I drive any faster
We may end up seeking room
For our dead bodies
Among the wilderness.
I try to tell my wife.
She is already nodding.
So I keep focused on the road.
I wanted to take the cutlets out
And check them one last time.
I pray they are patient
Before they decide to give in
To the instinct of nature
To transform in an inedible form.
By the time, we reach his house
It was raining at Peravoor.
Before greeting him
The first thing I did
Was to check on my chicken cutlets.
I thought I could just leave
The cutlets inside the car
In case they are rotten.
Before I could smell them,
My wife snatched them away
And placed them on a table
For everyone to see.
She seemed confident.
Had she seen the owner’s wife?
I urged my friend
To take the banana chips first
Wishing, he would forget
Chicken cutlets until we left the place.
That way I hoped to save my molten pride
From spilling over
The heated veins of the body.
I decided to trust
For the time being
What I was told
By the baker’s lady.
* A small town in Kannur district, South India.
** A hill town in Kannur district, South India.
Jose H Sep 2017
What is your dream?
Literally, the dream you have
The one you wake up from
Hoping you could relive every day
I have dreamt of that beautiful morning
The morning where the sun shines through the blinds
The morning where birds sing
But most importantly,
It is the morning I wake up next to you
The morning I brush up against your flower scented hair
The morning your body is all the warmth I need
The morning I wake up to you're beautiful smile
I couldn't imagine a more beautiful morning than this.
Jose H Sep 2017
On this day
I stared into the eyes of God
I wept
God did not harm me
No
A gift he gave
Not only the gift of life
Rather, a gift essential to life
Love
A gift I share with you
One without limitations
To love till my heart aches
An ache you mend always.
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