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Vincent JFA Mar 2017
You are urban delight, New York debonair,
and you don't need to be grandeur
to set a trend or flutter a heart;
not when you brush your thumb against
the beard you maintain with apple-pie order,
and quickly flash your howlite teeth
with such modesty, that man has to
stop and wonder if it's really true
that the most endearing, do not have
a notion of how sublime they are.

and I love how the sun still catches itself
upon your burnished, rust-painted
locks, slicked back and parted,
careful not to hide a single fleck of
the honey-gold scattered in the jade
of your eyes that still flicker warmly,
even when we're passing under the
shadows of the skyscrapers that
try to swallow us whole with 8th Avenue.

take me to Amorino,
let me fix the collar of your shirt
while you order me a lemon gelato,
and I'll tell you on the walk
to the carousel on Pier 62
how it's all your fault that my cheeks
have been matching the pink
of your shirt since the afternoon-

and you don't even realize
you're doing that to me,
but I love it as much as I love
reminding you of the reasons
that I could think to adore you,
because that just happens
to be one of them.

And the other is because I would love to.
I told a friend of mine I would write him a love poem as a testament to how wonderful he is. Since he loves poetry and, frankly, is the perfect muse for any hopeless romantic of a poet, I took advantage of the inspiration.

Like the majority of my poems, the title for this poem came to me last. Reading over the poem and immersing myself in the imagery, I just came to this one instance in all the daydreaming where I imagined myself asking that question during the walk to Pier 62.

It's such an awkward thing to ask, to hold someone's hand; most people kinda just pick up or make the cues and do it. I think that's why the title stuck, because I can be such a hesitant, bumbling and clumsy person, especially when I am smitten. Yet, I'd like to think a moment like that, when you're all starry-eyed and mixed with shyness and eagerness, holds that beautifully awkward, awkwardly beautiful sweetness to it.
Baylee Feb 2017
The first day that I met you
My heart was pounding in my chest
But it could have been because
I ran there, to the Starbucks
On the Ave
The one you used to work at
But maybe it wasn't because I was
In such a rush
It could have been the coffee
I've heard that can increase your
Heart rate
Or maybe both of these are wrong
You see, I was born with a slight
Arrhythmia
Which messes with the way my heart beats
But maybe it was my hearts way of saying
This one is the one
There's no way of knowing
But ever since that day
I've been smitten;
Scheduling my whole day around
Getting to see you
And I even remember the first time
I rode in your car
Because
You were worried about me
But it became a regular thing
You drove me home on the nights
You worked a close
And each and every time I fell more and more
And you started to feel like home
Because home is not a place
But a feeling in the heart,
And maybe it was my arrhythmia
But I've felt it since the start
And then you up and left
You moved so far away
But you needed to be with your family
I just wish you could've stayed
So I guess I had to visit
Because I was craving you so much
You see, you're like a drug to me,
You're my ******
My crutch
Because I wouldn't make it
Through every day life
Without your voice to hold onto
And our conversations replaying
Over and over
In my painseeking mind
Play it through
Then rewind
Again and again
I reminisce you
And every time we're together it's like
The world stops
And as we lay together
You tell me
"I can hear your heart beating are you okay?"
And maybe you heard
The arrhythmia
Which is why you were concerned
But my heart pounds in my chest
Like the timpani in an orchestra
And every third beat is half the length of the others,
But that's just *the arrhythmia
lil j Jan 2017
plant yourself like a tree in my chest, root into my bones until there's nothing left dividing us
i want you in your purest form.

i want you on the couch in the window on a Sunday afternoon after lunch.
i want you humming along to Norah Jones, stacking pipes and radiating good energy.
i want you playing with my hair, and watching the flutter of my eyelashes.

i want you to kiss me so hard your jaw hardens up and your breathing gets loud.
i want your hands clumsily pulling at my shirt and your heartbeat in your throat.
i want you close enough to hear what you're thinking.

take your time.
take mine.

i want you. nothing else.
A Alexander Aug 2016
Certainly surprised to make your acquaintance,
Brown eyes that make me feel, like I've met you before.
That smile (with all the light you cause to shine within) that makes the Marigolds sway and bloom, in this cavern of my mind.
A radiant individual, I look forward to getting to know.
I have yet to find your purpose, of a brief or long encounter, but appreciate it none the less.
Jasmine Moreno May 2016
You came in and caught me off guard
Connecting with a friend, I was just into my art
I thought a hike in nature is where we should start
Who knew her man at the time and you'd be involved.
I was still going through life as if a problem to solve
You came at my heart with questions that pushed and they shoved
Your vibe Mysterious , smart and kind is what made me fall in love
What you don’t know is my ex was right next to the car, I thought even though we had been there before, where I had parked was really far.
No one would see me I wouldn’t run into him or his car
But that was the end, him seeing us was the draw.
It  was any connection past its last straw.

It must have been the universe it stopped me from a cycled curse.. running back to dirt,
But what doesn’t **** you makes you stronger is what ive learned on how it works.
Self love became more important to me than the bridges that I burnt
I was on a journey to understand im worthy and exactly what im worth.
I told my mind I wouldn’t do this but my hearts perversed.
Its like im in an audition forgetting every line rehearsed


Contemplating linking up after dark
My matches starting burning its that that you sparked
With your funny remarks and invisible scars,
You're a light in the dark
My walk in the park
Thanks for taking a walk through my
Flower filled yard, you know it’s the places where I hide all my scars
Some say its where the wild things are
You admire how im always busy looking at stars
Imagining how to get to a life much different then ours
Where to get to an epic destination you don’t need any cars
No expectations, we're connected,  we are right on a par.

  

So you can know this is coming from the heart
You've broken open unconditional love's seal
Im pouring out my feelings and that’s the realest of the real.
Sometimes I over think but its balanced with the feel.


I was working on frequencies repairing some parts
Redefined my dna and the diminishing tar.
Meditating frequently feeling closer to mars.
Your love so sacred because you know who you are.
X2
(Your dreams they enlightened me, to understand you.
Your music flowed through my blood I resonate through
Your minds only a part of the missing clue
Your hearts love is where Im in tuned.)


Contemplating linking up after dark
Breaking down our barriers not just trees that are sparked
With your funny remarks and invisible scars,
You're a light in the dark
My walk in the park
Thanks for taking a walk through my
Flower filled yard, you know it’s the places where I hide all my scars
Some say its where the wild things are
You admire how im always busy looking at stars
Imagining how to get to a life much different then ours
Where to get to an epic destination you don’t need any cars
No expectations, we're connected,  we are right on a par.




You pulled me from my dark side of the moon,
You saw me from the other side of the room
Filled with laughter now the thought of you, im consumed.
Im seeing colors like I am on  little more than just shrooms
You may not need another person to be the best you
But you need another soul to reflect all that you do.
dear notone
Maple Mathers May 2016
When raids of knaves
And smitten sheep
Aimed to pervade
Our hide and seek,

Beneath enclaves
We'd creep and keep
Their souls, we flayed,
To hide and TWEAK.
In Plain Sight is the Best Place to Hide
❤️
Free Bird Feb 2016
No words do this just
It shall remain underwritten
But to sum it all up;
Darling, I'm smitten
Inspired by this lovely holiday.
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