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Arik Fletcher Aug 2012
They watched her from the darkness,
just counting down the time,
a picture of pure calmness,
her countenance sublime.

They followed her in silence,
still waiting for their chance,
a moment more in patience,
before they start the dance.

They talked to her In whispers,
beyond all she could hear,
a secret shared like vespers,
just as her time drew near.

They took her from the shadows,
another lost young soul,
her eyes no longer windows,
into the heart they stole.
ellis danzel Jun 2014
I wish that maybe you weren’t so afraid.

Those were the only words I could conjure from my mouth last night, when I should have been pleading for you to take my hand.

I am not talking cheesy wedding bells and frilly dress nonsense.

Just take my **** hand and let me show you why I love you.

There are no strings attached with me, and don’t you dare tell me that you that you cannot see how loyal I am to you. I should have pleaded my case right then and there, but I am now, and I want you to listen to me.

Writing a love poem is hard now a days. It seems like everything has been said and done in almost every conceivable way.

I don’t want to spell you hand-me-down words.

I want to spoon feed you the lust from my soul as if it were a book that had never been written. Let the words I write for you spread across the decades for all to serenade a doll like you.

I want you to cherish our romance.

I see you for what you are and I see that there is potential for me to hopelessly fall. I may be a tad bit reckless with the way that I toss about my words for you like a lust struck conundrum, but try to see me for what I am.

My hands are reaching for your heart.

Let me in.

I’ve been knocking on that door of yours for days now, and I just want to know if I’m going to get my fair shake at this. I cannot sit here and blab my trap about how or why I’m so different, but I know you can see it in my eyes. I will lose the rest of my hope in this world, if I do not get my fair shake at this.

Take my hand please. I’ll gladly get down on my knees and explain to you why graveling doesn’t suit me, but at this point, I’ll do anything to make this a reality.

I want to show you that chivalry isn’t dead, and that I would do just about anything to be able buy you a 15 cent Coke and take you to the drive in movie in my thunderbird.

This is the heat of summer, this is it.

I’m here.

So spare yourself the conscious scrutiny of my demise, and give me a chance.

You won’t be sorry.
Danielle Rose Feb 2013
Wrenching lonely hearts plunge into the abyss
moaning over sleepless nights
With concrete weights attached to their wrists
and they cling to the tapestries of days spent
Coming up with endless theories of how or why
they were reduced to this
Beating their chest hoping the ache would forfeit
and the physical stain leaves the worst hunger pains
Graveling for a crumb of red velvet cake
Shaken to the core in the wake of a bed that's occupied no more
Twisting in the sheets
on the hooves of love's defeat
Playing beats to ease the tension
in desperate search of redemption but
within those late hours there's nothing but darkness
Wishing endlessly that they could depart from
the trials faced in rejection
Perspectives blackened and scorched
by a lover's torch
bobby bielik Jul 2013
The witch in my heart casts an evil spell
I bow to the graveling heat of her breath
She cries, beats she stomps and she stomps
And there is none to release me from her arms

The day will come…..boom, boom, boom…..

Like a rag doll I take the beating and roll away
When I awake I realize nothing has happened
Dreams, dreams of fear, of something coming
A solemn drum beat …banging in my mind

The day will come…..boom, boom, boom…..

Death moves my way like the tide at night
Ever near I feel the ebbing silence shearing
Another day another hour she takes away
Death is the breast which I suckle at night

The day will come…..boom, boom, …..
BB2013
Arcassin B Feb 2017
By Arcassin Burnham


Just a little bit of lush in my heart for you,
If anything,
I promise to be true,
With the little bit of pride in my heart to protect for
Whatever reason,
I'll be there for you,
in any part of the seasons,
If I'm feeling kinda generous today,
I'll sit next to you....

Being apart of your life was always my pride and joy,
Not like those guys that just act as tools,
Say that they're men but end up leaving you destroyed,
Waddling in dirt like a pack of graveling wolves,
I was a brighter beacon in your beliefs,
Of ever having someone good in life and in bed,
As tempting as that sounds , I'm not that kind of guy to drown
In lust, to be whatever you want me to be,
Wanna be good instead,
Don't come off as tough, wouldn't say I'm a diamond,
But I shine when things get rough,
Looking for my soul like where did it go, in those 22 seconds,
I'm not down for a lesson,
Don't have to be a smarty pants to know about life's aggression.
©abpoetry2017
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/02/sit-with-me-to-drown.html
Anna TS Oct 2015
Yes
The only division between us is the parting of our lips,
the hovering of lingering fingertips,
the hesitation of tongues unsure of where to go next,
the distance of arching backs peeling away from wrinkled sheets--
the radius of lust and elastic potential.

The only senses of time known to us are intervals of forever, divisions of eternity and multiples of infinity,
the hours between blinks shared from sleepy eyes into sleepy eyes,
mornings spent counting freckles,
measuring the weight of vertebrae wound around each other--
stacking flesh on top of flesh, expanding territory.
The wait between see you next and you're here now,
the seconds streaming together years of my life
that suddenly make sense,
semblances of me strung together with fragments of you--
a collage of existence, a quilt of strewn feelings.
The destiny realized by legs intertwined,
walking towards oblivion under glimmering reflections of our stardust
entities, celestial beings beating carnally to the drumming
of my nails on your back and your grip on my neck.

The only place we've needed is the space big enough
for unapologetic desire and met expectations,
the mountain of affection, each smile straining towards the summit of
yes, more, more,
the bubble around our fantasy, protected from the gritty graveling
of bitter lovers lost, surrounding us with crippling cliches,
the escape of home, mine or yours, ours whenever,
the simple joy of leg room unrestricted, our mess sprawled like Picasso
before us, looking at what we've done to each other--
the masterpiece of two souls lighting their lives on fire, burning the world away with friction,
then blowing it out with suffocating, smothering satisfaction.
Delanie Oct 2017
Don't ask me why,
but it's 3 AM and I'm wandering around the house.
I walk without meaning or direction,
aimless.
Like a traveller astray,
I explore.
Study the pitch black rooms.
Float through the hallways.
Gaze into the skylight.
And count the windows.
Seventeen.

Upstairs, the night-time overcast comes past the glass.
A film of blue-grey light.
A moonlit shadow of rain.
It bounces off of the walls,
illuminating the path back to my room.
Gently guiding me to bed.

The rain is graveling the rooftop now.
And the heater has a low rumble.
Safe sounds.
A bundle up within my covers,
breathing against myself,
and curl my body against my dog who lay beside me.
This rainfall is no pitter-patter.
It strikes the roof like little stones,
thunking and banging as it hits the wood.
Still 3 AM.

This storm sings for me.
I hear the trees moan as they sway.
The wind's falsetto.
The creeks brood within the confines of a dripping forest.
Outside I hear the raindrops playing.
Together creating the perfect symphony.

This night tune lulls my dog to sleep.
It ushers me into the dream world.

I no longer walk, lost and lonely, throughout the house.
And the rain continues her thunderous song.
Crystal Freda Apr 2019
Celestial love
blossomed in her inner self
She let go of history
for she now seeking help.

She beckoned for His presence
for tired of living in fear.
Graveling for more
pining Him near.

After many years
of enduring this emptiness.
She at last unfurled heaven
and floated with His faithfulness.
Dimitrios Sarris Aug 2017
Dreams visions of our memories, thoughts, fears
as seen by our heart. What if we are always dreaming,
even if we are awake and we are able to see only a portion
of reality. Is this what life is? Maybe we are afraid to see
the world for what it really is. Better worse it doesn't matter,
it would be real. In this hard graveling earth illusion takes hold
and spreads like a disease, but at that same earth i got to know
true love and friendship. I got to know the good, the bad, the worse
and all were real.
Mikko Mar 2021
Waiting again
I just wanna be better than back then

I should've done enough at this age
I shouldn't graveling to the grave

I keep looking at the sky
Why am i still here?

Am i still going to be alive next year?




I just want to make something good.

And maybe my corpse will make the deaf ears ring.

— The End —