Stories tagged “poem”

  • We Were Almost Happy

    When I close my eyes I can feel your fingertips gently gliding across my skin, and slowly tracing my lips. I can feel your hand tightly enclosed in mine as you whisper that you love me while looking in my eyes. All of the memories are playing in my hea...

    • Author: nesdil
    • Posted about 5 years ago.
  • Your Favorite Lingerie

    When you get home I think you’ll find a very pleasant surprise. I left it just for you as a reminder that I’m still alive: I smashed all your windows and totaled your precious car; I caused almost as much damage as you did to my heart. On...

    • Author: nesdil
    • Posted about 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Search

    I’m looking for you But you can’t find me I want to be with you You don’t know who I am That fleeting shadow That breeze in your window That voice you hear when no one is around Those eyes that watch you Those arms that hold you And n...

    • Author: Lone Writer
    • Posted about 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Everything That You Don't See

    It burns to feel things I wish it would stop I love you, it burns I hate you, it burns I’m angry, yet it’s still burning The fire is out of control It all hurts endlessly My words, they all come out senselessly And as always I bear the pain...

    • Author: Lone Writer
    • Posted about 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • I Fell For a Player

    You ask me, sarcastically, if I’ll miss you when you go. I answer you, seriously, “More than you’ll ever know.” I guess that I’m falling hard for those sensitive brown eyes, and the tingle that runs through me when they lo...

    • Author: nesdil
    • Posted about 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Mr.Insensitive

    Alright, now you’ve got me confused as all hell. What happened to the sensitive guy for whom so hard I fell? I’m trying to decipher all the things you say, ignoring me at first and then talking the next day. But there are some signals tha...

    • Author: nesdil
    • Posted about 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • C6H12O6

    The battle rages on behind closed doors. This shaking, feeble cage I’m trapped within, turns me over – inside and out. Turn down the volume, turn up the fears. Eat, and seek relief: close the blinds, and ignore the darkness. Emerge like a b...

    • Author: Match
    • Posted about 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Job Security

    Can’t we wait to make a change? I know things are getting warmer, I know crop cycles are changing. I see the polar bears starving, I see the Amazon turning to desert. I understand that food and water will be short for all, I understand that coun...

    • Author: Hammurabi
    • Posted about 5 years ago.
  • Friends: Not the TV Show

    Friends Not the TV show The people you know Who care about you And your life Friends Who love you anyway Fight for you any day Who argue with you And take offense Friends Who come back and say They still love you anyway And your friendship grows Much ...

  • Ode to Peaches

    Peaches soft and fuzzy yellow mixed with orange Peaches when underripe are hard and bitter Peaches when overripe are soft and messy Peaches when just right are sweet and juicy running down your chin drops of succulent bliss round, full, fruits waiting ...

  • The Cradle

    She lies in a cloud of gauze edged with pink, The color echoing in her blossoming cheeks. Her eyes, though closed, are fluttering to the movement of dreams, And there is a ghost of a smile Tugging at the corner of her lips. I feel a peculiar surge of b...

  • Terminal Philosophy

    In a dying universe Beauty is abundant and full of variety - Specks of cosmic dust congregate In butterflies momentarily. Much more wonder, much more poetry Is in such a place than a stagnant one - A place where nothing arises, nothing ceases And exist...

    • Author: Lancet
    • Posted about 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Bess, the Landlord's Daughter

    When the Redcoats burst through her door, Bess knew. Her highwayman would return that night; they meant her to be the bait they caught him with. As they tied her up, fondling each breast in the process, her thoughts ran. How could she possibly warn him...

  • 600 Miles

    600 miles five empty finger spaces four somber eyes three weeks two hearts one soul

    • Author: nesdil
    • Posted about 5 years ago.
    • 3 out of 5
  • Singing the Praise of "Hallelujah" [poem]

    I hand you several variations of the same song; each time lyrics change, something new is found, previously undiscovered but nonetheless intangibly true. John Cale slipped past Scripture to modern pain. Buckley’s single, weary sigh betrayed the t...

  • I, Who Never Arrived (poetic inspiration)

    Three steps ahead is how I’ve lived. The one you lost and never found Combing the ground, the skies, for a trace of Me, the one you have been Missing all along. I dance on the edge of dreams: A flicker of what just might have been beauty, Just ou...

  • Just Another Desperate Poem

    You can’t tell him You won’t tell her Your emotions and feelings They’re all one agonizing blur Your head, it’s spinning The depression, it’s winning Everything is upside down Everything is wrong side out You’re hopelessly blindsided Your w...

    • Author: Lone Writer
    • Posted about 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Road Trip

    I am speeding down the highway, in my motor: I should mention there’s a dragon in the tailpipe, and the devil’s in the engine. Reclining in my bucket seat, the roads a’flying by, and the hills and woods are looming; up above, a starry...

    • Author: Match
    • Posted about 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Give

    give me a pencil and i’ll give you my poem give me a song and i’ll sing out to your soul but give me a moon, o a moon, sweet gray face from the heavens, and i’ll give you my heart and a kiss for your cheek and my laugh your compan...

    • Author: Render
    • Posted about 5 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Ode to Iambic Pentameter

    So here write I on iambs pentametric In sonnet form, Italian in style I’m told. What once I loved has, I think, grown quite old. It makes me ill most vi’lently electric. While I now laud in falsehood this one metric I find that I am really ...

    • Author: Abstract
    • Posted about 5 years ago.
    • 3 out of 5
  • Marked

    I have been marked -in a way that taunts me “this skin, this soul, is no longer pristine.” The shame of failed love, brands me like a tattoo. Pigments sculpted through layers of dermis telling their stories of light and dark. Each one diffe...

  • Religion Poem (or Why I Devoted My Life to Cat Pee)

    If you’re in line for a religion Let us see what we can see There’s a new Buddhist Egyptian Or one based around cat pee There’s a million things to worship Celebrations to attend Pray to gymnasts doing back flips Or spread word about ...

    • Author: Sam Ervin
    • Posted about 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Where Passion Dwells

    Where does passion dwell when it ceases to show? Where do the potential smiles hide when there is no joy left to know? Passion, smiles, laughter and butterflies; the things that disappear when a relationship starts to die. Growing more distant with eac...

    • Author: nesdil
    • Posted about 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Poor Edna

    There once was a girl named Edna, Who never brushed before bed-na. She went to the dentist, Found out she had tetanus, And now poor Edna is dead-na.