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 Mar 2019 v V v
Joel M Frye
There was no quiet desperation
in the riotous years of youth,
the grasping search for love and truth.
No, in those days there was no patience
for the faintest scent of dull
routine or rut.  It's just with age
that comfort's found in gilded cage,
no fires to set, and belly full.

Should a technicolor sunrise
strike a quickened spark of phoenix
from the ash of youthful pyres,
hopeful drops for jaded eyes
which, once refreshed, will then be fixed
upon millennial birds of fire.
Grist for the mill, Wisdom.
Tear stained pages
Tear stained pillows
The legacy of my love for you.
                    ljm
13 words
 Feb 2019 v V v
Melissa S
I Need
 Feb 2019 v V v
Melissa S
Eyes that undress me and devour
that look upon me as a delectable flower

Lips that softly kiss and taste
greedily savoring my sweetness leaving not a trace

Hands that need no prompting or words
they just read my body and thoughts not heard

Arms wrapped tightly around me, skin on skin
making me feel loved on the outside as well as within
I wrote this poem six years ago today and it is still true.  We all need this!! I do not need any gifts for Valentine's Day just love
Happy Valentine's Day HP
I don’t write poetic verse.
My words don’t wear a frilly gown.
When I open wounds that haven’t healed
I touch them gently in an honest way.

I may not make the last words rhyme
But I blossom in the freedom from those chains,
Refusing to be taken where they’d lead me,
Uncovering the feelings in my own way.

Is this a cop-out for lack of skill
Or a well considered choice
To pay attention to the thoughts
And not be tethered by the rhyme.
ljm
I have several times been criticized for not rhyming.
I have things posted here that prove I CAN rhyme, but on reading them back to myself, I have to admit they don't say what I want exactly the way I want to say it.  I don't just sit and bang out line after line and post it.  I write with pen and paper and agonize over word choice and flow.  I slave away towards getting across the feeling I want to convey. not in finding a suitable rhyme.
It may be possible to do both.  Robert Frost did. But I don't have that skill.
I still feel my talent is valid.
 Jan 2019 v V v
Hayleigh
No one has ever held me the way words do*.
 Jan 2019 v V v
Hayleigh
My god I took you for granted.

And there’s only so many times I can stomach the regrets I made before I want to claw them out of my insides. There shouldn’t have been room for regrets. There was not time. Time was ours until I stopped believing it was and then there was never enough.
I’ll never forgive myself for letting go of you, for losing sight of you
For turning around and closing the door
Long before you actually walked out of it

Because
in my whole 24 years of being on this god forsaken earth
Loving you was the only thing I ever did right.

Because you were the best poem I ever ******* wrote
And even after all these years
Of scraping back the words and trying to mesh them together
I still can’t make sense of these letters wrapped in metaphors.

I still can’t put my pen to paper
And draw out anything other than your name
And ‘I’m sorry’
.

I still look for you, you know
In countries we never crossed
And continents we never kissed
And sometimes I still find you
Burning, softly, slowly,
In the lonely shadows of my heart
You always knew how to ignite a fire in me even when I was so sure I’d ran out of fuel.

I know we’ve both moved on
But there are still nights where I swear I feel you
In the creases of our sheets
In the curves of her skin.

If love is a war then I lived and died inside of you
And I’ve spent the last two years swallowing prescription pills
Throwing trust out of windowsills and
Skipping smoke out of my lungs
Desperately searching for some kind of resurrection.

I know that it’s over
But ****
I’d do anything to prop my lips
On the curves of your smile once more

To hang my heart
In the warm corridors of yours.

I’d give up an eternity of sunshine to feel my skin hot and burning against yours one last time.

I’m telling you, my love,
My lips are lost on loveless skin,
So tell me something
Are you still finding the pieces of my broken heart
Scattered across our bedroom floor?

In another life we’d have a second chance
What do you say?
Darling?
Just one more dance
I know how you love to dance.
My arms around your waist, your eyes holding mine, let’s rip down the clocks
And go back in time.

Of all the journeys I’ve ever made, coming home to you will always be my favourite, You know, I’ll never be able to teach myself to forget the feeling of your hands around my heart.

it’s been almost three years since we said goodbye
And I don’t think I’m any closer to letting you go.

It’s 3am and my thoughts are on fire
With the idea of you
.

I’m still trying to figure out why it is
Every other woman I kiss
Leaves your taste on my lips.

Everything is temporary. Except you. You were always intended to be eternal.

In another life time
In every other life time
I am yours
And you are mine.
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