We need to hug and cuddle to squeeze and snuggle I want to hold you really tight We need to kiss and nibble and tongue and tickle
By Lightning Bolt ⚡7 months ago in Poets
You were the first The first I could trust with my heart Now the world is tearing us apart And I don’t know what to do
By Atomic Historian7 months ago in Poets
How Long Does Grief Echo? “When love lingers in every step, even silence has a heartbeat.” The house was quiet. Too quiet.
By waseem khan7 months ago in Poets
The Chair Across From Me Grief leaves its shadows not in silence, but in the spaces we still set for those who never return.
Queue is a ridiculous word Its one letter followed by four silent others Perhaps that makes sense The one in the front is ordering
Don’t worry You’re not to blame For I have gone by many a name Three last names Just my first Just my last Sometimes a man, sometimes a woman
It was not forged in furnaces divine, Nor hammered on a celestial anvil's face, But gathered from the light of a late sign,
By Jacky Kapadia7 months ago in Poets
A passionate night we have all by ourselves But I was looking a bit flustered right now Her tight jeans hugged her curves to the point
By Forest Green7 months ago in Poets
Connecting with my love in the most pleasing The way she looks and dress could be the most teasing Looking gorgeous with the jeans that are low waist
Thighs quaking Knees shaking Carrying my jar of clay everyday Arms locked in desperation Imperceptible fatigue as my ribs dig into my spleen
No, Nana is not a cat, she is very much human She loves cats, dogs and wee fussy children I just wish that she had at least nine lives
By Antoni De'Leon7 months ago in Poets
I can't remember— the moment it became a thing. I can't remember— the moment it became the thing. Though it was probably when I was weak,
By Paul Stewart7 months ago in Poets
