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I want a kiss that is soaked by the rain,
On a street with no name.
I want a kiss in the ocean,
With all the sunbathers watching.
Give me a kiss in the backseat of your car,
Under the light of a thousand country stars.
Park your lips onto mine,
Whether it is or it's not the right time.
Because you are handsome and I am ******,
Because like it or not, I want me under.
So give me my highly desired kiss,
So things go further than a simple poem like this.
dancing in my skull  
i can feel your tapping feet
putting me in trances  
i go in and out of sleep
bend my body forward and
you wake me with a kiss
and tell me there is nothing
in existence sweet as this
shifting all my senses
to the texture of your skin
i have known it well and
now can see what lies within
maybe you have learned me
just as I have learned you too
so let me hear the ways that
you have mastered what you do
I could write you a thousand poems
and send you every single one.
But it doesn't mean a thing
if you give them over to your flaming heart.

From ashes my words mean nothing.

That's the problem with words.
They are leaky jars you can't plug up.
I fill them with warmth, and regret, and love.
But by the time you unscrew the lid
only drops of what was meant to be remain.

Or maybe you just won't listen.
Maybe we're just talked to death.
Maybe our words have been used too many times.
Maybe we just can't be friends.

But until the day my words take flight
I'll keep writing poems to you.
Filling them up and up again
until they start to finally break through.
Edited.
 Oct 2012 imadeitallup
Joe Hill
when i was young
i was told that there would come a day
when i would understand

when i would understand
what it meant to care for someone more dearly than myself
what it meant to love

i thought i knew
because i saw a few movies and i had my family
i thought i knew everything

but i was a child
and as i grew i learned that i knew few things
other than being a child

other than the golden rule
and to always scrub behind my ears diligently
and to not talk to strangers

it wasn't 'til i saw her
that i started to understand what they had told me
gradual glances and smiles

conversations about nothing
searching instead of coming across each other
seeing through eyes not to them

touching fingertips to cheeks
touching hands and being happy with existence
taking solace in each others arms

joining lips and thoughts
joining smiles and knowing that the world is imperfect
knowing that we are perfect

you're just a child
but there will come a day when you understand
what it means to love
 Oct 2012 imadeitallup
Deana Luna
And I just want to feel your breath
On my neck
And your *******
On my chest
And I just want to feel your lips
On my cheek
Telling me I’ll be okay
When I’m feeling awfully weak
And I just want to see your eyes
Meeting mine
Soft orbs of blue
Too mature for your time
And I just want to hear your voice
Whispering softly in my ear
Be here with me
Be near
I can’t handle this distance
Not only of miles, but of mind
I never could catch you
But god how long I tried.
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