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When I awaken
When I hear the weave
Of Egyptian cotton
Rise and fall
                       Around your torso
When you wrap yourself
                       As an Ibis
                       Offer yourself
                       Become eternal
Whilst we worship each other
                       As Pharaohs
             The sun will continue to burn
For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.
-Jeremiah 29:11
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K2Hy4_Q0G48

Hi guys, I don't always post faith based poems or content, but this is just pure Bible.
The link I have attached is to a podcast episode titled; "Intrusive thoughts.'' it was so powerful, I just had to share it with you all, and I want to bring more light to this platform, so I am going to do just that.
God bless you all, and Goodnight.
On a river of memories
I drifted again today
to a garden of roses
a green field dotted with daisies
We napped there on a blanket that I still own
(just like these memories of you)

I wish you presented
In more recent memories, too
They miss you
Like I do
originally written 28th Aug 2024
Why cant I stop?
I fear
to have you
in my head.
I don't want you to leave,
Please dont go!
No worries, because
You wont,
No, on purpose mind you...
Just things remind me
of you.
And then you are stuck...
But no I shouldnt
no I really cant!
I need to get over you but,
I fear you,
flying too far away
I couldn't get myself to write with more detail hopefully there will be a follow-up :)
Some men look like abandoned mines,
tunnelled through
every working day.
Some women look like
storefront mannequins,
adornment with a price tag.

Others live in Nature.
Their eyes mirror the sky.
They breathe the seasons,
in and out, and they know
it is possible to change one's life
in the blink of an eye.
BPD
I want to believe in steady things,
but even my own reflection changes
when I look too long.
Are you here?
Do you love me?
Will you stay?
I ask without asking,
watching for the answer
in the way your hands move,
the way your breath hesitates before a word.

I know I feel too much,
ask too much,
but the silence between us is louder
than anything I could say.
So I fill it.
With words, with fear, with love—
all spilling over,
all too much,
all at once.

And still, I wonder, if it’s enough.
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