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I feel trapped in this cage,
bound, hands and feet.

I want to send you a message,
but I must respect your space,
as I respect my own.

The minutes stretch long,
too long,
yet they teach me
to love with patience.

Love is freedom,
and time, just an illusion.

I can’t control your choice,
but love must flow.

I don’t write to you,
but my love keeps shining.
Lalit Kumar Mar 12
The Echo of Your Name
Your name lingers in the quiet air,
Like a whisper the wind forgot to carry.
I trace its letters in empty space,
A soundless echo, soft yet heavy.

When Our Eyes Met
A moment stretched beyond time’s grasp,
Two souls colliding in silent speech.
No words were needed, yet my heart knew,
In your eyes, home was within reach.

Between the Lines
I wrote you into my poetry,
Hiding your name between the lines.
Each verse a secret confession,
Of love untold, yet deeply mine.

The Last Goodbye
Your hands slipped through mine like the tide,
A farewell written in shifting sand.
I held on to every memory,
Yet time refused to understand.

A Love That Never Was
Some stories end before they start,
Unfinished verses lost in air.
We were a song half-sung, half-known,
Yet still, I find your shadow there.

Moonlight Letters
I wrote you letters in moonlight,
Words woven in silver beams.
But night kept all my secrets safe,
And morning stole my dreams.

Love in Silence
Not every love needs spoken words,
Some bloom in the hush of night.
A glance, a touch, a fleeting sigh,
Enough to set the world alight.

The Distance Between Us
Miles could never dim the fire,
That once burned within our souls.
Yet love is not just light and warmth,
It’s also the story time controls.

Waiting for You
Seasons changed, yet I remained,
A heart still tethered to the past.
Perhaps love is not just presence,
But in the echoes that forever last.

Unfinished Verses
You were a poem left unwritten,
A verse I never got to say.
Yet even in these broken lines,
You live in every word today.
Piyush Mar 10
A Glance So Sharp, It Cut Me Deep,
Her Eyes Of Pride, No Words To Speak.
The Silence Grew, So Cold And Clear,
Her Eyes Were Strong, I Felt The Fear.
No Words Could Close The Gap Between,
I Turned Away, Wishing To Be Unseen.

After Weeks Of Silence, I Stepped Outside,
She was Walking By With A Smile And Sigh.
She Spoke Of Her Day; Her Laughter Was Free,
I Listened In Wonder, Lost In The Sea.

Just A Few Minutes,Yet It Felt Like A Dream,
I Wonder, Is It Love, Or Am I Still In A Dream?
Differences Were There, Differences Are Here; Still Trying To Be Closer, I Will Always Be Near.
But The Wait Is Too Long With No Chance To Show, Heart Felt Heavy With The Hope To Grow.
Yet In This Uncertainty, A Light Starts To Shine,
Whispers Of Possibility, Perhaps She Will Be Mine.
Hope you like it and that ending of the poem is stupid so just ignore it.
I love sitting with you,
regardless of what's going on,
or where we are.
Nothing happens.
Everything is at peace.
No anxiety. No weight.
No rush
to be or to do.

Our eyes are free to rest,
our bodies free from tension.
Of all the things I could say,
all the invitations of where we could go,
when I sit with you,
time is irrelevant.
It doesn’t even come ankle high.
It too continues to walk past us,
probably hungry,
looking for something to do,
until we decide to do something
more than sit
and enjoy each other’s time.

The truth is in the way we breathe.
I can say that it’s nothing,
but a piece of me
finds its way into you.
Sara Barrett Jan 11
Her silence speaks louder
than any word could.
Tubes, charts, and prayers—
my love navigates them all.
A heartfelt exploration of a mother’s deep love for her non-verbal child, where silence speaks louder than words. This poem showcases the strong bond between mother and child, with the mother's unwavering strength and compassionate devotion helping her navigate medical complexities.
Kewayne Wadley Dec 2024
I’ve waited so long to talk to you.
I’ve messaged you and have waited
to hear back from you.
I am still waiting.
At this point, time isn’t a factor.
Even if I never hear anything,
I still will wait.

The closest I get to you now
is an algorithm.
Social media suggests you
as a new friend.
As much as I would love that—
to start over and pretend,
as painful as it sounds,
to love you in restriction,
trapped by some border,
like we’re strangers.

I stare at your picture and never
swipe the notification away.
In a way, it feels like old times.
The only thing missing is your voice.
You’re with me when I go to work,
you’re with me when I am in the car.
But nothing lasts forever.
By the time I wake up,
the notification is gone,
the screen is empty,
and you’re gone.

But your eyes—
the way that you smile—
have not left my memory.

I suppose I should be satisfied
with what I have now.
I’ve tried,
but I am not
Kewayne Wadley Nov 2016
The letters I never sent still sit and collect dust.
An novels worth of thoughts filled with you.
The time taken, conveying something not so easily read aloud.
If by the time I do send these letters your thought will still be present.
Sealed with the accordance that I imagined your lips before licking and sealing it shut.
Of course not every letter is of a serious tone.
There has to be some silliness somewhere.
Smiles scribbled to and from the end of the flap.
Letters nicely tucked, a hint of cologne still lingering about.
Words floating from one page to the next.
Hoping you see my face in every line in the letters I never sent.
Simplifying the significance of how much I thought of you.
Facing a blank sheet of paper soon to be filled.
Attempting a million and one ways to confess all the unique and special
things that make you, well.
You.
No one is you.
Remember that, as by the end of this letter I'll imagine placing my lips against your forehead.
That's enough for me.
As the letters I've never sent will soon become a novel devoted to the many times I've sat and thought of you
Yhinyhin Tan Mar 2016
"I am from a deep ocean
while you, from the highest mountain.

Your beauty obviously inspired other
While mine, still need to search under the darkness of water.

That sun keeps you more beautiful
and me, I am nothing- I'm just a fool.

That sun got your all attention
for you, she was the best description of a perfection.

And now you fell in love to that sun
that's why, you don't even want her to go down.

Her sunshine keep you no harm
and her presence keep you feel warm.

In a deepest sea, I'm just an ordinary stone,
While she, is like a princess sitting on a throne.

You believe, you destined to be with her and she is to be with you.
but how about my feelings, Will you consider it too?

I must stop now, comparing myself to her.
Cause whatever I do, to you- I don't matter.

So I'd rather stay down in this cold and sorrow sea.
And wait for that someone who will take the risk to pick and see me."

-YOU, THAT SUN and ME-
Yhinyhin / 03-16-16 2:16 am
I'll be happy if you and her will be together till the end, I am happy to both of you Basty and Ms. Irah. </3 ^_^ (though its really hurt)
mark deo biongan Jan 2015
no words are needed
just my eyes you read
it will say to you
what i feel about you

you don't need to see
what i am is meant to be
you can see it clearly
that you for me is dearly

i don't have to say to let you know
just a look in my eyes it will show
my love for you is pure that's my vow
even if i wont speak it will show

i can say without speaking
it can be seen without showing
when i hold your hand i love you
when i touch you hair i need you

i want you when i hold you tight
i don't want to loose you when you say goodbye
i will miss you when i kiss you goodnight
this is all truth of my love for you and not lie

i wont speak i love you
for i will show it to you
every day and every night
wont get tired of loving you even we fight

so now you know why I'm not speaking
so you will hear what my heart is saying
that i have shown you everything
that my love is what your seeing.

— The End —