You are always on my mind
coyotepoet: You are always on my mind. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love may be gone. The tattoos of love will always be with us You will always be on my mind The splendor of true love. Where you allow the wall of fear to fall completely down. Allowing emotion and desire to take two people away to finding the real pleasures learn by the burning candles and...
Poem of the Day: "Truly Dreaming" by Luis Alberto
luistryingtofigurethingsout: As human beings, We dream Both when we are awake And when we are asleep. - We dream… Of the love we want to feel Of the money we want to have Of the future we want to live. - We dream… Of lions and unicorns Of witches and wizards Of heroes and superheroes. - But I dream… Of your gentle kiss on my lips Of your warm touch on my cheek Of your beautiful...
murloh: You interpose yourselves Where you do not belong. You take credit, When none is yours. You relish in your stealings, None of it your own merit. And yet, I still find pity in my heart As it is you, who will rot in your damnation Forced to live in the shadows of your own deception.
apocalypsepoet: You could be everything I would never have, Or you could be better off Living never knowing me It’s okay baby, I’m used to being alone Besides smiling never Suited me that well.
pretercanine: I. I forgot to tell you there was so much sun in your eyes the day you jumped for the last time. I’ve never seen a person so completely illuminated by their own destruction. How close were you to the...
imaginecat22: A damaged heart, for yours must be so fraught; with much instability a vanquished giant knows no throne a gentle giant, now forced alone. The taint now spread across that day so fateful, so lost in miserable pay a wound which only love could heal; love and time would have me kneel. I doubt the sincerity in your thought but it’s still more than I ever got from anyone else...
222haiku: onto the window glass we breathe our secret words; ephemeral, gone.
Your Sundressed Smile
lettersfromasinkingship: You found me in between my calm my fears underneath the only cloud of a clear day Your searching eyes, mine desperate for a storm to pour as many droplets equivalent to my tears And you wished me fair well my wrist flicked my lips...
animalitia: Your honesty begets a drought, And there are rats around the hollow; Let’s burn this tree within and without Until the flames refuse to follow.
superpk: Under a starless sky, My body lays on frozen grass, its cold touch soak my clothes, as my eyes lose their light. Stars! Their warm welcoming smile, and their soft splendor, take me further. Into the vast void of death, I wander. Time moves aimlessly, it dances, and sings, and my memories are lost to the endless bliss. Suddenly, A voice, A whisper, A painful scream. Her voice fills...
Itsy Bitsy You
searchforsolidground: You are the spider That never quite falls down that story-tale drain It had always been sunny Not cloudy enough for rain I breathe you in But cobwebs choke my water spout Down comes no rain and I am stuck in a drought Itsy bitsy you Consumes my every morsel It by bit And along my dorsal But I don’t mind you, You itsy bitsy thing Take me over with your venom As long as...
theplotneedsmorebourbon: I don’t care anymore so let the bullets come let’s see what they can do let’s see who has the gun I’m ten breath’s ahead and technology suffocates the monsters aren’t outside they’re apparent in our traits Walk slowly outside the lines but beware of unbroken tread that’s where they’ve set your path we’ll only walk it to wind up dead. I don’t want to write your...
lincolnneal: darling, i love there is a reason to say what we want. it is sad since very little of poetry is truth. yet so much is tagged- how do you say in this language- blue swallows pass by your head as you work for years deep in the blue dodge dart in the red barn? the only part of this to you is darling and the blue swifts.
Creature of Dusk
imprisonedphilosopher: I’m a creature of dusk on the border of light not one for the day time yet not quite of the night stuck in between on the cusp of a choice to which side will I fall which flag will I hoist will I fall into darkness and lead a life of the night edging on morals lenient on “right” or will I embrace the light and champion day leading a life of success in my own happy way
a-heart-adorned: Warmth. Simple, soft touch. The kind that sends shivers down your spine as his hand rests against the back of your neck. Skin to skin is electric and the soft hair is twisted into his fingers. But you know. So you don’t breath, don’t move, and defiantly don’t look into his eyes. It’s the moment you know that if he looks into your eyes he will see in to your mind. Easily he...
ambiguous-transparency: We are not ready to exchange pens made for different inks, to write a chapter in each other’s storybooks in hopes of writing the climax undying in our hearts. We are not ready to shrug off our hysteria, feet already soaked in uncertainty and fear of the majority, to be preached of the books overridden with the obscure and the esoteric. We are not ready to align...
never alone in the quietude:
wildefrau: There are nights when sky swallows all your world in grey cloud. A blue hush is the air you taste between breaths of the smell of rainwater on cement. Cold feet squish as you tiptoe across the wet driveway, feeling the eyes of old gods watch you pondering them.
Its hard to write
kurtrheewriting: when everything is going so well I remember when life wasn’t so simple, when the mysteries of the universe confounded me and the stars made me feel small I remember when I would shut the blinds curse the sun for wasting its energy on me, and I remember when pain was my muse I’ll hurt again when its time to, and pick up the pen like I always do But for now, its time to celebrate...
teardropsoup: you wrap yourself with sugar, seal yourself with plastic, tell me you’re not a loader; i’ll tell you i’m not a hoarder.
jenneverwrote: I want to write as if the words are flowing through, like blood from my veins, out of my fingertips and onto the paper. But I can’t. So I’ll just keep writing until I finally bleed.