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Carlo C Gomez Dec 2019
Glass divides
where the heart does not,
come inside,
sit beside me
in annex to this fledgling love,
spurn the sun,
in lieu of its warmth,
for the charm of
an intimate hideaway,
sweet somethings
I shall whisper into your ear,
until inner vibrations
have reached your core,
the view from here
speaks of gardens,
fountains, and holy ground,
I give them all to you
as trousseau,
so long as you agree
to dwell with me,
within a niche
of the imperishable lustre,
togetherness.
Carlo C Gomez Oct 2019
I.
She waits in the shade
Of a best-loved oak,
Where he once carved their names inside a heart:
"This means forever."

II.
The heart needs tending
--she visits from year-to-year.
Her security, a vow.
His constraint, a contract.
She made to open the door but he detained her,
A perjury.
Pruning stems, branching
--cognitively speaking--
Dead or alive.

III.
The landscape has changed:
This place no longer holds water.
Listen now for love's addendum,
Measured in the signal-to-noise ratio.
(You'll hear it all the time).

IV.
Oh, painfully leafless gray meadow.
Sufferance is a viable timekeeper,
When it storms the weak run for shelter.
Sabrina Nov 2019
I've hurt you
You've hurt me
We've spoken hours into the night
I have heard you voice fill with delight
When speaking to me
Perhaps maybe,
we were meant to be
Though we may have fallen
At a bad time
I desperately wish to say I love you,
and I don't know why
I do not know why these words wish to slip past my lips
So desperately
But I keep them hidden, deep within my soul
As I try to lose my feelings for you
Though I suppose that isn't easy,
It's just not how it goes.
So I'll have another crush, but I've seen the way you look at me
Like I'm the best thing ever, even though I've hurt you so badly
You love me, don't you?
You've said those words to me
Though, I will always ask without hesitation
"Why me?"
Because I believe I am unworthy
A connection, you say we have
Perhaps you're not incorrect
Though I do believe
We've met at a bad time
So if it was meant to be, then trust me
One day we will be at that altar
Saying our vows
Even though right now,
I'm sure you wish you've never met me.
do you even love me anymore? Perhaps I'm delusional
Well, I've always been delusional.
Colyskie Nov 2019
Not a mundane scenario
Each moment has its worth and value
Every intricate line and hue
Down every avenue
Lies everything that is undeniably true

No phenomenon could explain
How the twists and turns become sane
The authenticity still remains
Neither strangled nor chained
Ambiguity has been crashed down, certainty is regained

A semi-closed door that opened once more
The turning of tables that never happened before
One click and it all comes down into the core
Nothing ever is left unsure
Everything's so pure and forever endures

Now nothing is going astray
It only shows the right way
Close at hand even a thousand miles away
Stronger and longer it stays 
Intertwined to infinity each day
Chandra S Nov 2019
Liberty is the highest decree.
Independence and opportunity -
the finest, paramount glee.

Certainly indeed!

But are we really
moving towards being free?
Or is it brazen entitlement
that we blatantly feed?

#

You ask of the next catastrophe.

Mass irresponsibility:
that is sadly what
it will be
...smh
That is sadly what it will be.
Inspired by: This day and age where freedom is often misconstrued as freedom from obligation and a license to be reckless, indulgent, casual, uncommitted.
Akvpoems Nov 2019
To love is to prepare oneself for everything unexpected.

Good or bad, we have to accept it

To love is to stick to commitment
Not in an hour, a day but a lifetime.
I'll go back to this message I wrote..one day.
Sharon Talbot Nov 2019
All of my life I waited
For you.
Walking on a path sometimes,
Or wandering in a mountain wood.
Even escaping to the tropics,
To let the sun burn my desire for you
This way or that.
But each time I looked behind,
There you still were,
Not fully formed at first,  
But a shadow.
Or sometimes light.
Then there was a sense
Of possibility, hiding in the air
That shivered around you,
But caused my course to veer  
Ever so slightly toward you,
Like ancient footprints in rock,
Deciding for me.
I never believed in Fate
Until I met you,
Standing in the doorway
Of a cottage, outlined  
With October’s warming sun.
I did not see your face then
But I knew.
And decades after
The same certainty abides,
Alongside any other gales
Of emotion or  
Temperate joy.
Around you a brilliance
Hovers in my soul.
Where you walk
Beyond my sight,  
My eyes still see you
And my love  
Follows in your path.
Inspired by my husband.
lovelywildflower Oct 2019
i'm committed to you and only you. no one else matters.
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