#simple poem

[emipoetry]

Second Hand Sadness

I see them weep And I feel an ache Deep in my chest Like I can relate Though I've never gone What they've gone through Seeing them sad Makes me sad too

[env0writes]

I like you but– I love the way you • Cuddle my sweater when you sleep • Answer the phone • Kiss me • Interlace your fingers with mine • Laugh • Make me feel strong and confident • Make me feel safe and protected • Are I like you but– It sounds like it might be more…

A Feud to Carry Vol. 3, 2.2.25

“ILY "

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[yourfriendlycourtjester]

Antici..

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The humid air leaks in

Between damaged curtains,

And I find myself moving closer

In my sleepy state.

Wanting to be drowned

In the warmth;

In the glow,

That is the smell before summer rain.

x

[pending-dope-username]

Something's Broken

Something's broken.

Everyone says they can see the colors.

I can't see the colors.

Something's broken.

Where their chests swell with color,

Mine stay blank.

Something's broken.

Their colors mingle together.

They create beautiful pictures.

I dip into the well in my chest.

I'm pulling out nothing.

Something's broken.

There's nothing for me to use.

They show me where to colo.

I'm filling in lines with an empty brush.

There are no colors.

Something's broken.

But I can feel the colors coming finally.

Greens, whites, greys, blacks.

Nothing's Broken.

It just took a little bit of time to see the colors.

Nothing is broken but my colors aren't the same as most.

[aduckwithglasses]

Being a human is too complicated.

Sometimes I just want to be a frog, sitting on a log in the middle of a bog

[moodyscribblings]

Lust, a desire to sex.

Love, itself a beautiful desire.

Lust with love , the desire to make the realtionship long last.

Lust without love, a desire to hurt.

A touch of eternity is nowhere near to touch of frosty.

Silence of pleasure and silence of agony, the two faces of love making.

Talks turns into moan,

Pain turns into pleasure,

And desires turns into actions while sharing intimacy.

But, the vicinity turns ecstatic only when there is love...

-moodyscribblings.

[abrighterspark]

she saved all the things

that reminded her of you

believing in machinations of the grave

but even the most treasured of memories

lose grace with time

and so the love must live on

in the treasury of the mind

[februarytales]

I've described you in every way that I can.

You are the moon and the stars,

in the horizon that I am.

The river's brilliant blue water,

is how I picture you in my mind.

Sweet tea in the evenings,

bears the same comfort of your voice.

Feathers in my dreamcatcher are beautiful and soft,

yet cannot compare with your touch.

Kindness is what your heart is made of,

and know I need it the most.

I have pictured you in every way that I can.

From the chocolate melting in my hands,

to the melodious song of the sirens at sea,

everything somehow fits my description of you.

Hauntingly beautiful is the phrase that fits you perfect.

For you never leave my dreams,

and you're always there in my wake.

I feel like when I cry behind closed door,

you become the breeze through the window.

Sun kisses on babies are what you feel like,

too good to be true yet somehow always real.

I haven't seen you yet.

We haven't met each other here.

And I don't even know if you exist out of my head.

But when I close my eyes and imagine being with you,

I swear I could hear your laugh in my bones.

Ricocheting off the walls in my head,

and slowly singing me too sleep.

© Moonyloonywitch

31/07/2021

12:16 pm