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Andrew Nov 2021
If I was to write
A verse or two
Just for you
It would have to start

Your heart is
As pure
As the Mountain Dew
Filled with so much joy
Devotion would be
the best word served
For our home and family
And of course
our little boy

With everything
We have been through
Pink and blue
You’ve always stayed
Strong and true

If I was to give to you
What you have given us
It would be a lifetime’s worth
Of angels dust
My Xmas present for my partner
Rama Krsna Nov 2021
delicate yellow jasmine
why are those succulent lips sealed?
or is it just that
blossoming flowers seldom speak?

as the shy half moon
steals a glimpse of our union,
your sparkler eyes gloss just a bit

don’t you know that
you and only you
get to rest your head
on my aging shoulders?

as you fly away
to that adopted land,
remember that
i live for now
by dying for you


© 2021
dedicated to all the lovers in our public parks
Andrew Nov 2021
Where do I go
how do I start
what do I do
with this broken heart

I feel so alone
like an empty city
a broken bone
full of gilt and pity

I often wonder
if you felt the same
I’m still here
me and my shame

There is no fire
without any flame
clouds turn to thunder
its only me who’s to blame
Sunshine streams the path.
Long time coming, here we are.
Pure hearts, this is peace.
Amanda Kay Burke Oct 2021
I wish I could accurately depict
Exactly how this feels
Maybe you would understand
My wounds won't ever heal

Want you to walk my shoes
You can drag heavy feet along
Cloud of depression overhead
Wandering where it went wrong

To see from my point of view
Have to exchange our eyes
You would have to cry my tears
Then you'd realize

Switch bodies for a day
You'll get how lonely I am
Sitting on empty bed
Too much time on my hands

Let's swap brains for a bit
You can be flooded with thoughts
Seemingly endless questions
Memories twisting to knots

If you borrowed tongue
Owned my voice instead
Would taste the copper flavor of blood
From biting back bitter words unsaid

I long to change places
At least emotions
I'd splash in a shallow puddle
You'd drown in my oceans

I bow head in defeat
Will never get why I am blue
Would suggest trading hearts
I already gave mine to you
Now you won't give it back
Brett Oct 2021
How can you ask a man
Who loves you,
About the man you love?

If I was lesser than
I may play pretend and spin a thread
That pulls you closer to the center of my web.
         But,

My love is a field of a thousand faceless corpses.
Each one a time when I swallowed pride, and
Gave you my mouth
So you could smile wide.
          Little Lady,

Can you not see this calm bravado
Relies solely
On my never-blinking eyes.

For even a wink would have this city sink
Beneath
This grief I trap in ink.
You woke up and only met the sun today
          Because,

In the dead of night
I cupped your pain, and
Drank your inclement weather like bottled rain.
Why me? You ask the man you once loved, about the man you now love. Caught in a paradox.
Gerald Sep 2021
Hearts don't
break like glass.

Hearts break like cables;
they bend and they twist.

It hurts a lot before they snap.
yıldız Sep 2021
You might think home is just a house
made of walls and beams.
But for me, home is a place
where you can be yourself.
It is the place of confidence.

Home is the place where you can put
your mask off and show everyone
who you really are.
You are not scared to get judge by
the people around you because
you exactly know that they love
and accept you the way you are.

Home is in our hearts.

So, home is not just place with four walls and a roof on top. Home is a place where i feel safe. Its the place where i feel loved and accepted by my family, friends or lover.
Holding your soft hands and dancing through sunrays around in circles as we smile and cherish each other's comfort through the loneliness in our hearts.
Golden hour peaks and you sing through my treasure chest filled with open treasures of golden honey, and that honey drips down the surface of my fingertips as we kiss each other in a warm gleam of freedom and surpass realms of stars and dreams.
The honey trickles our kisses and makes a sticky hot mess under the steaming sun as it begins to set through white fluffy clouds.
Feeling high like cloud 9
I want to feel your chest pressed against mine, forever and key it into a lock that cannot ever be undone.
I love you.

The memories we make feel like a never ending escape through Alcatraz.
A portal so clean and pure.
Being in love, feels like you're high.
p.s: I never been high, only high on love.
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