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Summer is here
Fresh warm humid air
Can hear the sounds
             Of fans
Summer day
        Came again
 Jul 17 Malcolm
Shambhavi
What is life?
What’s life, really?

When you think you’ll win,
but you lose.
When you think you’ll achieve,
but you fail.
When you think you’ll survive…
but you're dead.
And I think....I'm dead
Well, writing after a very long time. I don't know how to start but just somethings are not in our hands its very unpredictable just imagine you gave your soul into something but still not able to achieve even 1% of it that's what life is don't know if these things are already written by God or its just a bad luck but these struggle **** a person from inside I might stop writing poetry but will never forget the hardwork I did for achieving my dreams and I guess I won't even be able to sleep well until and unless I didn't get sucesss
Oh, wondrous ******* made of prawn
you make my sense reel
My knees grow weak, my tongue hangs out
your seafood touch to feel.

How longingly my taste buds crave
your prawny, crispy cling
See how they seek most anxiously
the taste that makes them sing.

Not quite of lobster, not quite crab
elusive is your flavour
The crunch that locks onto my tongue
then melts, is one to savor.

All locked in light deliciousness,
your taste just makes me *****
and tho' I can't describe it well
it's definitely prawny.

Let's play a game with good, hot oil
I'll pour some on your back
You must be male, I see you grow -
expanding with a  'crack'!

Come to me now - I crave your touch
You need to be in me
my longing is a raging fire
I love you utterly.
© Emmie van Duren-Cranney-King 2022
I am writing to you from a
park bench in Amsterdam
there is a gentle breeze
of rest-fullness
the cherry trees are in
full bloom
I look for you
in every pretty face
I look for you in the
mannerisms of strangers
I look for you in the
architecture of amazement
I think of you
between the sidewalk
and every step
I hold you in my mind
like a memory of
something precious
I almost found you as the
sun set the sky on fire
in Barcelona
but you know
almost is never sweet
I will find you
before I unveil this
madness of my wandering
I miss you
even when I sleep …
Clay.M
Repost
Can you feel the southern heat.?
In the midst of the day
Looking for relief
I wonder which way
       Should I go?
Can you feel the sun beating down?
Is there anyone around.?
I’m starting to feel down
Everywhere I look
The heat index is rising
Can you feel the southern heat?
"Heart sets up vibration echoing wordless intent, mind translates in symbols      the flight of our soul’s ascent ! "

Where does the wind blow through when the soul is having its drink?
Intent on learning, living, giving, receiving, how does it come to glow?  
If the stirring of THE soul IS God's way of conferring, let's sink
into the abysses of His love and sip from the fountain of His know!

Does ascension of the soul happen while on earth or does it begin up there?
Are we aiming to grow like wild weeds, between the cracks of a sidewalk?
If the waterwheel of life is being turned by an invisible hand from thin air,
then we must be Kenetic energy, just like the water that falls by the clock.

Oh how our lives glow when we choose to take one single step for mankind
Oh how our hearts grow wise as we choose to live through Avian connection
Where does the wind blow through each time we are being loving and kind?
If stirrings of the soul mean ascension then we better give it good direction !
 Jul 17 Malcolm
M
Chances
 Jul 17 Malcolm
M
I kissed you when I shouldn’t have
I cared when I knew it’d just hurt back
I think of you more than I should
Still hoping one day you’d be good

I gave too many chances it’s true
Each one hoping you’d come through
But you deflect ignore and run
Especially when I’m not just fun

You go quiet when I get real
You don’t respond to how I feel
And I keep loving even still
Even though it breaks my will

You send a heart a hey a snap
But where were you when I felt trapped
When I sent that sad face you stayed cold
Like my emotions just got old

I’m always tempted to reply
Give it one more shot just one more try
But what’s the point you’ve shown your side
You push me out when I confide

What do I expect at this stage
From someone who keeps acting the same
If you could ignore me once you’ll do it again
And I’ll be left picking up pain

Different day same old game
Same silence same unanswered name
And yet my heart still feels the pull
Still hopes you’ll change still feels full

But deep down I know the truth I fear
When someone shows you believe it clear
If you wanted to you would’ve stayed
We wouldn’t be here love wouldn’t fade

Yes I miss you more than you know
But I’ve had enough it’s time to let go
I wanted forever but you only showed up
when you were bored
And that’s not love I can afford

So this is goodbye not with hate but with grace
I just need peace not this endless chase
I still care but I care for me more
You lost my heart I’m closing that door
For AA.
Yes, I see the message. It’s the typical hey, along with a heart. Same old texts, same cycle, nothing changes. You’ll still be the same.
This time, I’m not going back.
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