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Nameless Feb 2016
Mona Lisa,
I'd pay
more to see you smile.
I'd love you more
than he ever did.

And
You're not stuck
in the barrier
of your
canvas.
Go on
And
take my hand.

Mona Lisa,
I'd pay
more to see you smile.
I'd smitten you
with color,
Just to see you smile.
...

...
Mona Lisa
the only insanity known to me,
happens to be
YOU
Jack Thompson Nov 2015
This might be the last time I see you
before you leave...

What if I told you?...

The most important thing to me this year
was meeting you.
That we've become great friends
that could do anything together and
I really value how special that is
- how special you are.

When I look at you I see
the most amazing person
I'll meet in this lifetime.

But I can't let you get on that plane
and disappear into the sunset
without you knowing how much
I respect and completely adore you.
How much I wish I could act on that.

I have no regrets, no expectations, just a full heart.
© All Rights Reserved Jack Thompson 2015
Makiya Nov 2015
last night I had a poem inside me, I lost it on the highway
in the Christmas of red and white continuous light
on either side

there were other thoughts, in other cars - their webs spun & ready

the wind beat against my window, holding the tail of it --
"there's still time"  

but I just looked back at you, driving.
hands sure, your unsmiling lips somehow
still holding,
kind.

and remembered this sizzling, poppin' n' fizzing
feeling

and could have written
pages and pages and instead
just

burned
Lunar Oct 2015
In the vision of your eyes
I want to know what you see
Because every time i stare into them
It's not the reflection of me

But the widest of universes
Where stars are born
And gas clouds swirl
Suns and moons shine

All i see are worlds
Where in every one
You are mine
Amy Perry Oct 2015
Our memories cannot be put into mediums.
There are no photos or videos,
No stories to be written,
No prime time television episodes;

The indescribable, undeniable energy fizzing,
Binding you, finding me, winding us,
Joined in divinity.

Every way I could make
Our moments into art,
I fall short, full stop -
Are we already art?
The way you affect my heart?

Is it living in the moment?
When we're listening or kissing?
Missing no other component,
No further desires or wishing?

All I feel when around your field,
Is that I'm drinking up Life;
That this is the consciousness I was gifted to feel.
And whether or not reality has anything that is actually real,
Layer by layer, the truth becomes revealed.

It's my observance to every occurrence -
The flow of Nature's currents;
What, in life, has pertinence.
Every interaction with you is marvelous,
and of utmost importance.
You're the physical form of happiness.
And I run into a hindrance,
When relaying my senses,
To anyone else not witness,
To what we feel together in this -
Mysterious, beautiful, eternal, immense.
He's beautiful.
Life is beautiful.
Art captures meaning.
I am trying through this medium.
gene Sep 2015
“But I am petrified of several things,
I am petrified that I am badly smitten,
I am petrified that I am sorely into you,
I am petrified as this kind of feeling arise from deep within,
I am petrified that I am completely, utterly in love with you.

And someday you’ll wake up when reality has finally dawned on you,
That I am just another mistake,
I am petrified that you are my ocean,
And I’ve never loved drowning
…so much.”
Good morning, fellas. A brand new Sunday awaits for you. God bless us all. :)
Mike Essig Apr 2015
Your red hair has
fallen over one eye
making the other
seem even larger
and  deeper green
against your creamy
skin

I know you.

Before you were born,
I read your face
in many fine books;
saw it look at me
from many fair paintings.

We met in many lives.

We will meet again.

Muses are eternal
and they are free.

I am not the first
poet you have smitten,
nor am I prideful
enough to imagine
I will be the last.

Doesn't matter.

What matters
is only this moment
and my eyes
meeting yours
for the first time
again.
Sing, Muse...
Steven Covert Apr 2015
I can't get the image of you inside her out of my head.

Anxiety attack in 3...2...
Anna Richards Mar 2015
she changed my life from the second I saw her
Tiny little hand, grasped my finger
so tight
A love and a passion surged through me
Like nothing I had ever felt before
I stared at her all night

her eyes were the color of a dream
she smelled so incredibly beautiful to me
With each breath she stole my heart more and more
How could this miracle be?

Mine...

She has my cheeks, my smile, my nose
she's a part of me I never knew was missing
She gave me life, seh gave me hope
She gave my life a whole new begining

All mine...

I took her home that october day, I was scared
I cried alot those next few moments and days
I was lost, happy, tired, a mess... all on the inside
But as time past I figured her out, even when it seemed impossible
there was a way

and we grew together..

As I watch her grow my happiness grows with her
I can't imagine what i did to deserve this baby girl
Every laugh, every smile, every milestone, makes my heart sing
Its amazing how in such a short time she has become
my world..

Together

We face a uncertain future, her and I
But as I look back on how fare we have come and all the time
Together she and i can make it through anything
When I look in her eyes, i know we'll be fine

Her & I forever

My daughter

I Love you
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