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Khoisan 11h
I
remember
our
falling
My
glasses
near sighted
semi blind.
Your aroma swayed my lips
and
swallowed my mind
excellent wine
from
a
different time
.
I want to show you,
Everything, in this life,
that is beautiful.

Everything... Anything.

I want to collapse the breadth,
of star-speckled sky,
into something small enough,
that it blooms, eternally
from the palm, of your hand.

I want to chase you up
forested trails,
and down alpine valleys,
to see the simple,
awestruck expression
fill your eyes,
as Mother Earth,
beckons you.

Swaying, meditatively
with her fruity bunches,
of bountiful branches,
looming over sturdy shoulders,
and the tune, of avian choruses,
capturing your interest...
undivided.

I want to kiss you, through rain storms,
and caress you,
through ferocious, roaring blizzards...
and make love, to you
in front of flickering bonfires,
as apples release, from trees,
and plummet to their quiet rest.

If the atmosphere, was our canvas,
I would paint it, over
with scenic, splashy murals,
of me, and you.
Locked, into an endless loop,
of exploration, and ecstasy.

While the Earth, itself
shuddered breathlessly,
around our peaceful,
dreaming, hearts, beating
in a synchronized throb...

Our interwoven souls,
would go on,
dancing, divinely

through daylight,
and darkness.

...I dream...of a world,
with you,
that eclipses,
even the light,

of the sun.
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sage 1d
As I travel through cold embraces of space
Planetary vortexes
That hold sheer dominance
Over a planetary rule

A planet that is similar to home
With no air to breathe
As it only gives me enough
To clutch my lung pipes,

I’ve roamed the infinite galaxies
I've witnessed a handful of timelines
Where I lived a sane childhood.

The grasp I once had
That kept my motivation fueled like coal in the burning fire  

This planet’s core where I call "home"
Can no longer carry the weight of my problems
Compared to its sister’s planet that carries
Eight billion others,

My creation stems from the watchers
That cast judgement,
And only see what they choose to believe

I wish to see the truth
But the watcher knows that is something
I could never bare

I sit on top of this red planet
Wishing to come home
I sit on top of this red planet
Never able to call it "home"
She kissed
With such fervor
As though she didn't
Just wanted to be love
But to be heard, to be felt
She kissed so much
Like she wanted
To tell her life story
Of her pain, her loneliness
All through her lips
As though words weren't enough
And I listened to her
That her story was safe
That every emotion is here
Locked between our lips
Esme 1d
She said she skateboards,
I don't and was always scared to fall
Yet here i am standing on a skateboard holding her hands so if i fall she can catch me
I denied many of friends from teaching me
But for her I find myself on a board
Now every time someone mentions skateboarding
I can't help but smile
my first girlfriend skates
I am the tree no one tends anymore,
branches thinning, sap running slow.
My roots ache in the soil of silence,
drinking nothing but shadows.

Friends once perched like sparrows
on my shoulders—soft wings, warm songs—
but the sky has grown heavy with distance.
Now their voices flicker like burnt-out stars.

Nineteen winters have crept through my bark,
splintering the rings of my growth.
I am tired of my own echo,
tired of reaching out and touching only cold air.

Hands bruise the fruit I offer.
They take without tasting.
My body becomes a hollow orchard,
my mind a frostbitten grove.

I want love—
not the scythe, but the seed.
Not the hands that pluck,
but the hands that plant.

I am tired,
my leaves falling inward.
Yet some small part of me
still waits for spring.
Quinn 5d
I want to burn for you,
Like the sun does for life on Earth.
I want to you to orbit around me,
Like I am your whole world.
I want you to watch me set and rise,
and glow with my light.
I want to burn till there's nothing left,
and all you remember is the warmth of me.
Until you can't find what you need in others,
until you need me to breath.
Like we need our trees,
until other lovers stop satisfying you.
For in this universe, and every other.
I am meant to be yours,
As you are mine.
So don't ignore me,
or brighten around someone else.
They are not your sun.
I need you to live,
I need your salty pain rolling off my cheeks.
I need your burning love,
I need it until I can no longer breathe.
Please don't leave me, my darling,
I can't walk this world without you.
Your soul has a thorned grip around my heart;
it bleeds.
But the wounds still heal,
because the blood is proof of our strength.
We're still standing, together.
Hand in hand, even if I have to beg you to stay.
Esme 5d
Why breathe when you know you will die,
When you're drowning, why do you attempt to breathe?
The water ,icy and cold like a spike to the chest,
As the water slowly fills your lungs ,burning .suffocating.
When you are bleeding out why do you put pressure on the wound,
Why do you push as you watch the crimson slip through the cracks of your palm?
The blood spilling out. Bleeding. Dying
So next time you ask me why i love when i cant be loved,
Ask yourself why are you breathing when you know you will die?
for the one who got away
Daya 6d
It was raining today.
I stopped and sheltered from it,
watching the rain fall.
The flicker of my cigarette,
the sound of thunder—
all I could envision was you and me.

Running through the palace,
finding shelter,
laughter echoing, our clothes dripping.
Your hand in mine.
You grabbed me as I am merely a gentle flower.
I felt your lips on mine,
taking every breath of mine.
And you looked at me.

Those eyes.
I stare into the raindrops,
seeing those eyes,
hoping one day
they won’t be a part of my imagination,
but a memory my heart holds dear.
my pretty little goddess
the things i want to do to you
feel like they should be sacrilegious
but it's just my style of prayer
i promise
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