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jeffrey conyers Sep 2012
Safe and secured in my arms.
Is your love.
Safe and secured in my heart.
Is your love.
Safe and secured with your trust.
Is my heart.
I'm the protector of your love.

Don't bother worrying about a thief appearing.
And making my heart weak.
Simply because my feelings for you runs deep.
Sometimes to steep to mention.

Safely under my eyes.
Is your love.
Tighly held within my heart.
Is your love.

I see the creepers venture out.
Then gets upset and apologize.
When their lover's leaves.
Safely and secured within measure.
Is your love.
All because it's a treasure being in love.
And I'm glad to be the protector of your love.
Amanda May 2013
I think you're lovely
I know you don't feel like you are
but I really wish you could see through my perspective
because I catch the glimmer in your eyes
when you see your nephew running towards you
or the grin that widens across your face when you get to help someone who is in need
even though you might not have much to give
I think you're lovely because I get to witness all the little parts of you
that define who you are
Such as the way you constantly tap your pencil when you're trying to focus
or when you involuntarily bounce your leg rapidly up and down
the way your lips move when you talk
and the way you hold me tighly against you when it's time to go
but most of all
I think you're lovely
because you make me feel lovely too
jeffrey conyers Feb 2013
You might have limited your choice to a few.
And I might have one time been one of them.
Except, I'll never would have known.
Cause you kept the secrets tighly closed.

Least until you wanted the knews known.
And the winner is, myself.
The one, who won your heart and love.

Oh, it was a major surprised to many.
Even unto myself.
All because there was many competitors that was better.
Even let you know this.
But when it came to the final decision.
The winner was, the one you decided was worthy of your love.
PK Wakefield Oct 2013
speak me young
the ***, your mouth
in clovers hot

transcending bond of mortal rot

('tsstupid your
   the mouth
   and swollowed
   tighly
   throat               )


lift, cleaving
petals of neatest night

carry to heaven(oh and

YES
when your hands
quickly
wig my
burning ******          )the( i'm

fist the
kitty
yer
smell very erectly  ) coffin


       'o mundane plight
( i'll push between yer stocks
         a
   *****
        like
      they
        'llpush
          a
      *****
    'tween the dirt
where yer'll sleepin'

              lay                   )
julia denham Apr 2013
Its back
The scrunched nose, pursed lips
Tighly shut eyes
hands can feel your crinkled skin

Its back
The nerves in your gut
Throbbing
Its come before, you know what to expect

Its back
The tears force themselves out
You gasp for air
And swallow the shivering

Its back
You wonder when it will next return
An unexpected guest,
that you were expecting soon
ebh Jan 2020
i’m crocheting a little friend
a stingray
out of teal and white yarn i am spinning him
he is tighly woven and
thinly drawn

and his eyes are stitched of black yarn woven into sloppy crosses
i don’t know if i’ll keep my little friend once he is complete
he is something that should be given away
to someone who needs his soft company more than i
i could make a thousand stingrays once i understand the pattern
but in giving him away he would be
someone’s only stingray
and i think everyone should have
a soft tightly wound sea creature
at least once in their lives
PK Wakefield Nov 2013
closedness
the
tighly
opening of
your
fist is


                   SPRINGwarm

                            wetwarmSPRING

                             cloaked in flowers
                             and reeling
                             with tough ***** tinder
                             to splay as girl lips

                              and




                               r       l
                                  e          ea       s       e
DaRk IcE Dec 2015
Another sleepless night has me wrapped up in its undeniable embrace
Squeezing ever so tighly as to steal breathe with every inhale
Mind wandering on every avenue known to maps on a never ending journey
Desire for sleep multiplying like fast acting bacteria with no antidote
In despairs wing restrained and bound to my bed
Most
Cruel
Punishment
Fenix Flight Aug 2014
He told her to let him go
That he cant love her anymore
that it hurt to much
The chains around his wrists.

So the Angels ward let him go,
Took off the binding chains
Told him he could fly
To spread his tattered wings.

But to her he came back,
Telling her
I dont know what I want anymore

She knelt down at looked at him,
Her once fallen angel
Once the person who made her feel safe.

Do you want to be my Fallen angel again?
Because you know I will choose you
I will choose you every time

He looks at her,
His eyes lost and full of pain
I dont know what I want anymore

She puts her arms around him
The Fallen angels ward held him close
tighly in her arms.

I will always be here for you
No Matter what you choose
I'm not going anywhere
*its in your hands now
Hello little being.
So adorable, so cute.
Mischievous and funky,
A real joy as a kitty.

You climb in bed with me
In the middle of the night.
You cuddle so tighly
Under my arm that holds you lovingly.

You fall back asleep profoundly
And stay by my side.
Who knew cats could be,
Such great bed company.

Mariette St-Denis
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Keiri Nov 2019
You held me close to you
You were real, pure and true

I couldn't cross the street alone
You loved me through skin and bone

I wasn't allowed to bike to school
Picked up by the bus, I looked like a fool

You held my hand a little too tight
Until I wanted to escape with all my might

And then you let go
I was free, was I though?

I could finally prove who I was!
That I was strong, not made of glass

I wanted to prove my independancy
To outdo ever single tendency

Graduate, live all alone at last
But... everything got ruined past

I forgot just this one little detail
Something that daily made me pale

Being able to do things alone
doesn't necessarily make you grown

It means you're always by your own
It kills you inside, have that constant 'lone

I begged you to help me, to love the source
And like a prince on a white horse

There you were at the rescue
But the damage was due

How adult I was, I was still a child
Prince, you dropped me back in the wild

And wild it was, it broke my soul
All I wanted was for you to see my hoal

I asked it her oncemore
My pure, silver core

Begged to take me back
At minimums I was back on deck

We fought everyday for stupid things
Yet you still expected those tight clings

We fought and we yelled
You held me tighly, I relled

And alone I am still to this day
Who can offer me love to stay?

Can't you be my mother again
I'm begging you now and when

But you turn me down at every sight
Alone I am, to the world I'll fight
__________
Keiri - written by Keiri
A little biography
My little biography
Bereniké Jul 2020
You're a wonderful woman,
to God I pray
that he doesn't ever
take you away.
So I squeeze you tighly
in my arms that tremble slightly
in the dark of the night
when nothing seems right.
I get agraid often
it happens nightly
that I dream of a coffin
and you lying there politely.
Pale and still. dead.
I couldn't be more thrilled
when the sunlight hits my skin.
The thought of you killed
is almost like a sin.
A sin against humanity,
sin against God,
sin against my love for you
that should never tear us apart.
David P Carroll Feb 2021
I'll kiss you passionately
And cuddle you slowly
And we smile together
And laugh and sing out loud
And I'll hold your hands
So tighly and whisper
And whisper to you
I'm never letting you go
Because I love you.
Lover's 😘❤️

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