#inch
bottle my breath that Banff took
understand the rhythm of presence
perfectly maintained, towering treasure
bottle my breath that Banff took
picturesque cabins along the route
bridges over lake Louise we outlook
i think of all the time
time spend building the sublime
inches turn into miles over life
inching to heaven my whole life
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 9:12 AM UTC
The sound of an oceans breeze upon the shore,
the subline of every hearts broken sore.
Tears drip down my eyes,
and I see the way you move your lies.
the lick of sweet sweat slips down every curve of your collar bone,
tasting every inch and it fills my mouth,
with a salty embrace.
Aug 15, 2021
Aug 15, 2021 at 5:20 PM UTC
Disappearing isn't easy.
It takes time and effort
To stay away from everything
That you think helps
Because you're always itching to get back,
And it's always an inch away
From your fingertips
Because all you'd have to do is click a button,
And you're addicted.
Again.
Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 6:52 AM UTC
The tiniest it is the more
views globally it begets.
The longest, the less views
and fewer comments
Thank goodness
this is about tini poems
delight
not lovers inch plight.
~~~~~~
By; Karijinbba
08-2020
Aug 16, 2020
Aug 16, 2020 at 6:19 AM UTC
In the loss of so much pain
In deliverance from agony
I found you, empty beauty
In the silence of the sea
I saw you as a point of joy
At the end of a random tunnel
Shining tears like your brown strands
On the tip of my tongue
The words I would like to recite
As your taste
A salty mix of confusion and freedom
Angel of the midnight
I couldn't take my eyes off you for a second
Look at you hurted me
Burned in the depths of my heart
And ripped my soul from top to bottom
But touching the flame was tempting
The heat under my fingers was grand
As it would be for any living creature
But I had you inside me after that
Your smell was dancing in my nostrils
As your fingertips ran every inch of my skin
Burning and soft skin, as the look you had over me.
Sep 9, 2019
Sep 9, 2019 at 10:19 AM UTC
what's special about an inch? it's a made up length
no one says "centimeter-ing"
it's "inch-ing"
centimeter is rigid, 1/100 of 1 meter
"why can't the U.S. adopt the metric system"
"it's terribly inefficient to keep using the inch"
but i guess we maintain our stupidly stubborn pride
by insisting on using an inch
a made-up length arbitrarily determined centuries back
by some too-privileged royal who happened to have
a pinky joint - or toe - the length of an i n c h
as an american, however,
i can't help but appreciate the meaning behind
"inching"
as in
we're inching our way towards different goals
we're going at our pace, at our length
the speed and distance we arbitrarily determine for the day, or
for
our lives
because we just have that kind of agency
over ourselves
if we 'centimeter-ed" towards our goals
what fun would that be?
1cm a day? Fixed distance to a fixed goal, onto
the next one,
and the next,
rather than inching across desert plains
of depression
going our speed, our distance, our pace, each day
doesn't matter, so
as long as we make progress towards
what we want
to do
Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 11:39 AM UTC
Doubts
can consume your soul,
destroy your
dreams
and
every
inch
of your hope.
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 8:52 AM UTC
Let my innocent beloved just to cinch
Your beauty with my love inch by inch
In this love play please do not even flinch
Together in company we can easily clinch
Those moments will never ever pass by
Which twinkles in her sweet innocent eye
In your arms with your warmth I can die
In flight of love with beauty, limit is the sky
Let me take you to eternal love heights
Let my love and your beauty be the kites
Let me explore and capture all the lights
Let my love make fragrant all my nights
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Jun 27, 2016
Jun 27, 2016 at 7:29 AM UTC
Your vibrant sea eyes burned through me
Caressing every inch of my soul
Embracing my past and the hardship that follows
You accepted me for who I was
Which was more than I could ask for
Picking up my shattered pieces in attempt to make me whole again
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 5:00 PM UTC
everyday is exactly the same
there is no love here
and there is no pain
every single day
consists of only
gray
though my sight
is not colorblind
I exist
in a monochromatic world
at first
when I discovered
my true self
hiding
in my shadow
I found I was
drowning
in the deepest sea
of dark blue misery
anchors of shame
sunk me
to the depths
unable to pull myself
back up
my soul died while submerged
and since then
this sunken vessel
has been empty
sea of sadness
I am
one with you
the pressure
is no longer
overwhelming
it has become
unnoticeable
as with
all else
no joy
no sunshine
can touch this
void
myself
immune to sadness
immune to all
the colors of emotion
please make me real
I just want to feel
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 12:57 PM UTC
Not an inch of this world is safe
I couldn't imagine living in this beautiful ill ridden place.
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 2:27 AM UTC
Pink converse,
white tights,
And she's just hanging there.
I don't dare disturb her,
because somehow I knew
She wasn't real.
(My Mind Questions It)
So I peek...
Peek under the stall door,
to see nothing in it's place.
A tile floor.
Something thick,
it's covering every inch.
But, it is naked to my eyes.
The air is heavy.
Breathing in dense fog
and nothing comes out.
Who was she,
and why would my Hallucination be her death?
In suicide.
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 11:47 AM UTC
You are a ghost
that haunts my coast
lighting up every inch
leaving me with a flinch
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 5:24 AM UTC
Him:
Do you want to share my ice cream
play footsie?
Inch by inch
I’ll climb up
You eat
Her:
I want to go horseback riding
By candlelight
With a bottle of wine
squeezing with my thighs
I want a stallion
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 12:48 PM UTC
simple enough
If I wanted to, I could
I could dissect every word
you ever said
Take off the fabric that surrounds--
I would never, I told you,
I want to taste your skin,
after it's been hung on the clothespin
in the sun too long
If you heard this, you'd take it the wrong way
you want to taste me
because that little kiss,
you knew what you were doing
and now your hands know every inch of me
so **** off now
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 12:23 PM UTC
You may love every inch of me, except for one.
That one inch is sacred.
It is mine.
Forever.
When you leave, every inch will burn, except for one.
That is mine.
Forever.
It will keep me holding on and fighting. It will keep me from drowning.
That inch was never and will never be yours.
It is mine.
Forever.
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 11:26 PM UTC