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Out of Control


I spin, faster and faster… losing control, I am a propeller rising. Once, you were my mystery to solve – my challenge, my highest vista to climb. You lifted me to your private skies. Spread out before me on red-winged flights, eradicated stars came back to life, painted iridescent by your own two hands. What could only be crayoned by inferior men. All aglow, the universe circled my head - round and round till the dizziness came, infatuation only to blame. I spin…slower, rhythmic, scraping. I am a pinwheel on softest breeze. memories come…memories go. With a crystal crown of constellations, you adorned my flowing hair – locks spun golden, locks I loosened for you. I became a glowing body for you to orbit, a fiery flood of sunlight traveling, Venus gifted in violet dusk, auroras of ribbon braided… I spin…slanting, lower, on tip-toes. I am a ballerina with an audience of one. I watched you watch me in light of all things. I wanted to be center of your universe… rings of Saturn encircled you and I. Mercury’s fire blazed through what was us. Blue-silver splattered moons orbited our sleep. I kissed the moon rock I named after you. I kissed you and only you until dawn slipped between the warmth of our linen sheets. I caught you in my arms time after time, clouds dappled with your eyes floated by… doting, they released scintillating showers upon a wilting flower. When it was time for you to catch me, you were gone…taking with you part of me. I fell hard…back to earth, stained crimson, star-struck. Forever is a long time to chase shooting stars through echoing space. I trusted you, trusted only you, trusted you with me. I rusted, no protection from your harsh elements. We all come back to reality of a spinning earth… we rise or fall, move or hide, heed the call or lie. We come to the self-sharpened point of swim or die. Time rushes by… I sat next to you, held your hand, feeling like my own miraculous sky, regaining my identity… while you read Hemingway, a man’s man you’d say. I spoke of the poem I wrote for you another day. “Yeah, yeah…Aha”, you whispered…my words dismissed, a foreign language never understood. Space and time altered our skies; below, your lies became our demise. Our footprints disappeared before my eyes. In my own miraculous sky, I have slowed my pace, aware of my mistakes, my fear, my grace. I embrace beauty, peace, tears I've cried, the ride… Dawn came early this new day, I drove away, weaved around a pothole, almost crashed. The gravel road rattled my faith. I started to spin again…disoriented, I faltered, but I never turned back. I wonder if I avoided my own catastrophe, saved face, or a little of both… I remember how I asked you about the meaning of love. You turned away, reading Williams that day, madness and genius you’d say, I planted my feet, met your eyes, then marched away. Head held high, you dimmed under a starlit sky. I searched myself and found the brightest star… it led me home. Now, I brush my fingers lightly across a constellation on high… Pegasus, I think. Only to realize, it’s reflection mottles in a rippling puddle below... beauty awakened by my grounded feet. Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 4/11/15


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My Silence Speaks

I wish I could tell you
what you've done wrong
But there'd be no point
You'd explain it all away
and say, "Fight, Babe
Fight another day.
Battle scars come and go
This you should know
It's part of the game
fight another day."

I wish I could tell you
What you didn't do
That was wrong too
The hurt, it's just the same
I know, it's love's silly game
I'm done playing
You were terribly wrong
I can't be strong
I got no fight left
For another day

So, hey!
Wish I could tell you...
But, then again
My silence will let you know
I see it all
What you hide inside
Wounded pride
You lied
I cried
But if I tell you
All you'd do is deny

So...let my silence speak
Thought you're strong,
but you're weak
Fight another day...
Fight another day...

Fighting days are through
Yes, through for me and you
I have no words...no words left
So...I'll let my silence speak! 

Eileen Manassian


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PERCEPTION

   PERCEPTION

Before the abyss, I had it all
Letting go of all I see
My friend, I hope our time won't end
It took a short time for you to notice 
Without knowing who I am 
We talked, we became friends

Connecting the dots, missing every line
Connect them and figure me out
Randomly it comes your way
Underneath a never known chemistry
Ask me to stay and I may
Grinding your teeth into my way
Cut out my eyes, and store them up
A tongueless mouth, nothing to say

Maybe by tomorrow you will forget
Losing myself in my own conversation
Hiding behind my one big regret
Don't know, Don't care
You had me open up
A book I closed, knowledge lost

No need to see 
A mystery called deception
What I am cannot be seen with the naked eye
Along came you using your *ucked* up perception
The ability you miss use
making sense of this connection
A process you carry with your own  patterns
You asked, you listened,  without making assumptions
A taste to take off my shoulders, 
To release an error locked in my Asylum
I myself am enjoying the insights about him
He's got me convince, using his perception
               
  :)
SKAT


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You and I and I and You

You, who are so perfect in my eyes, so beautiful- adorable, and I, so flawed, ugly, damaged and crawling with defects; why do you enjoy my company? 

You, who are so sleek and slender, humming with a quiet intellect and a serenity about you, and I, so grossly overweight and pretentiously boastful and nervous; how can you abide my company?

You, who are a paragon of patience, so understanding and self-assured, and I, so insanely impulsive, so myopic and brimming with self-doubt; how do you stand my company?

You, who are so sweet, so considerably kind, so thoughtful and generous, and I, so bitter, so selfish, so self-absorbed; why do you choose my company?

You, who are so self-composed, full of self-control, so sound and stable, and I, so very neurotic, so completely compulsive and verily volatile; how can you tolerate my company?

You, who are so diligent, so driven and ambitious, so achieving, and I, so lackadaisically lazy, so uninspired, so complacent; why do you settle for my company?

You, who are ethical, so moral, so very virtuous, and I, so corrupt, so unprincipled, so wholly wicked; how can you endure my company?

You, who are so normal, so well-adjusted, so conventional, and I, so maniacal, so unbalanced and irrational; why do you condone my company?

You, who are bubbling with charm, who loves unconditionally and is absolutely accepting, and I, boiling with rage, fueled by misanthropy and incredibly intolerant; how can you welcome my company?

That you love and accept me for who and what I am, is a treasure beyond measure. I cherish your company, but why you cherish mine is something I cannot fathom. All I know is that I love you, my dear, beloved friend.

**This was written for two very dear friends: Karen and Tommy :)
***I also love palindromes ;)

*****FREE VERSE OLD AND NEW ENTRY


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A Love Story

The girl is an ultra-modern scholar, 
Belongs with an upper-middle class family. 
Looking very nice, smart, gets angry suddenly. 
She reads M.A in English at Presidency University. 
She is assimilating to the ideas of Shakespeare, 
Shelley, Keats, Neruda, Byron...
Fluently speaks English, loves cricket. 
Shoulders are shaken by expression.
She cries alone, laughs with everyone....

The girl is very good.

The boy is a post-modern educated son of a lower-middle class family.
He studies M.A in Bengali at Calcutta University.
He is assimilating to the routes of Vaishnab literature,
Ideas of Bharatchandra, Rabindranath Tagore, Nazrul, Jibanananda...
Writes poems, sings song, loves football.
He walks on the high-street and observes people.
He laughs alone, listens to everyone...

The boy is very good.


They are attracted by the opposite personality!
The  girl wants that her lover will be a modern man.
The boy thinks that his lover will become as the mind of his. 
 
They are changing silently
Losing individuality.

Time flows.
Love goes to another address... 

SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA


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MUSK OF HIS FLAME


Somewhere along waxed thighs, he is there like an aftertaste on my mouth; through warm fingertips he burns as silence closes my eyelids, and even the pang that he leaves becomes a flame in itself. And what is compelling about the musk of this star is how his gaze can climb into my universe fondling hidden caves when he heaves soft love; raw as touches unbuttoning my cellar, he saves me. A hundred whispers cover me from the mounds of a moon that burn like oil in me; and I am gone, so calm into the beams of his arms. Till the falling of evening, when again he strokes his laughter on my hair to drift there on my trails like a winding branch dressing my skin with songs of flowers waking our glazed vows, he saves me. Rachel Firmin's Hotsy Totsy Contest 2/22/2015


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'72'

                                                      ' 72 '

                                 
                                         Played our song today
                                         'The Lofty Skies'.
                                         Never meant to bring back '72'
                                         All the feelings, I had for you.
                                         Only a circle of black vinyl
                                         Where the needle used to jump
                                         Over coffee stains and cigarettes.
                                         In your room full of posters
                                         'Tumbling Stars', down on us.

                                         The warmth from your pink dress
                                         Melted us to the single bed.
                                         When your brothers, had gone
                                         And mum was busy ironing.
                                         Before coffee, and the news curfew
                                         Then my last bus home.
                                         That was '72'.

                                         Saw you shopping today
                                         With your little girls
                                         Looking just like their mother.
                                         Sadly, I never spoke
                                         But then, you never saw me.
                                         Bringing back '72'
                                         All the feelings, I had for you.
                                         Played our song today!.    


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Accepting

You are the smell before rain 
You are the blood in my veins 
I need to get you out of my system,
bleed it out by the blade

You are an incurable disease 
You are the cancer consuming me 
I need to get you out of my head,
but I can only lie on my death bed 

You are the ghost of my reminiscing
You are the piece that is missing 
I need to come to terms inside 
Perhaps we'll cross paths in the next life


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Sometimes

Sometimes I am happy, sometimes I am sad.
Sometime I sing, sometimes I stammer

Sometimes I dance on the music of my soul, Sometimes I dance on the fingers of 
one single person
Sometimes I expect so much from others; sometime I myself can’t meet my own 
expectations.

Sometime I make fun of others and feel bad later, sometimes life makes fun of me 
and I smile
Sometime I win and sometimes I lose, sometimes I don’t even understand whether I 
won or lost.
 
Sometimes I laugh as if whole world is with me,
Sometimes I cry as if I am alone wandering in a strange land

Sometimes I give up so easily
Sometimes I work so hard that no one can stop me to achieve what I want

Sometimes I am dynamic person, who wants to change the world,
And sometimes I am a kid who expects anyone to embrace him tightly.

Sometimes I feel happy about the achievement of my enemy
Sometime I feel dejected with my own success.

Sometimes I help others and show them the right path
Sometimes I feel totally helpless and don’t know where to go

Sometimes I ask god to please give my past back
Sometimes I pray to show me the way forward


Life is composed of SOMETIMES and I just flow with that.
U admit or not but you are also sailing on the same boat.
So join me and enjoy it EVERYTIME as SOMETIMES life is very short!


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A S-I-M-P-L-E Yes or No


                       


Ink spills purposely on paper forming letters of certain alphabets to vowels and consonants. Though speechless, one puts forth effort to enunciate and pronounce aloud the syllables carefully to articulate loves interest. Do you want to be my one and only Love Interest?
Pace INK-U-SCRIPT 03-07-13


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I See You

I see you
Do you see me peeking at you
From behind the rose bush?
Look at your lovely hair - a tousled mess
Those eyes, gleaming in the afternoon sunlight

I pull on your apron strings
Perchance a small smile
Oh no! Not a frown from you


I see you
Did you know that I was watching you
When you were busy making chocolate cake?
Just look at your sweet face
Flour on your nose and cheek

I squeeze your arm tightly
Mayhaps I get the spoon
Thank you for keeping me close


I see you
You don't know that I am looking at you
Wrapped up in your blanket
So cozy and warm - a quiet nod
A peaceful time for you

Can hardly wait for you to waken
I'll find a hiding place
So I can watch again


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My Heart's Eviction Notice

I’m giving you two weeks’ notice
And then I’m evicting you
From my heart
You haven’t been paying your dues…
Lingering caresses
Entwining embraces 
Passion laden kisses
And loving whispers
Are overdue
LONG overdue

What’s worse…
You’ve been trashing the premises
With your careless words
dirty excuses
filthy put-downs...
Your childish tantrums
And misplaced anger
Have littered my heart

You have been bringing in
Uninvited guests 
To share the night
Thinking I was unaware
Of the trysts
But this place is meant for you
YOU
Alone

There has been too much
Way too much
Wear and tear
And so I declare
You are being evicted
Pack up your things
And find another
Heart
to live in!

I need some time
To set things right
To make repairs...

The love paint needs to dry
The dream frames need to be hung
The soiled sheets need to be purified
I need to sew new curtains of hope
And wash away the grime from the
windows of my heart
Before I can even consider
Taking in a new resident.

Two weeks…..
Just enough time
For you to pay for damages
And then to leave
Peacefully...
Before I have you thrown out
of this heart of mine!


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Hungry for You

A confession
bursts from your full lips
Almost against your will:
“I’m hungry ….
I'm hungry for you.”

I speak in seductive smile soliloquy.
My cherry glossed lips pa rt,
gushing out this succulent response:
“Come, my hungry boy.
Come and eat.

From appetizer to desert
Gluttony’s Creed is freed in me
Take time to t~a~s~t~e
From chocolate tips to cherry smear,
your taste palette I’ll tease
with full bodied, full course meal

Thirsty in--be--tween--needs
~~~~I’ll drench quench~~~~
from my blessed abundant flow
take it nice and slow as you go

Come, come and indulge
another dish to relish
My love menu
creations just for you
Just the right spice
Of naughty and nice
Satiation Celebration awaits
But now...
Eat..... s, l, oOoOoOo w, l, y

Don’t waste in haste…
These moments so ^u*n^ chaste

There you go, baby boy
satisfaction exhalation
Now, come  
Let me clean~~you~~up
Time to sleep
Here is my chest
plush pillow rest
I’m here
Sleep...sleep
Hunger will not haunt your dreams

Ah...
Contented sigh
Closed eyes
and here am I
Watching over you as you sleep
Insatiable the hunger for you
In my *eye*

Eileen Manassian


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OUR FIGHT



Clouds of doubt hovered 
Over our heads 
They multiplied and grew to 
Mistrust 
That brewed to a storm of anger which 
Unleashed its rage in
Thunder of words and 
Lightning of gestures           


In a while
The exhausted tempest subsided 
Clouds dissipated 
The sun of trust hesitantly appeared
It grew stronger and brighter, 
Reason prevailed,
Feelings warmed up,
Harts palpitated, 
Arms opened wide
And
We threw ourselves into
Each others embrace 
Finding thus shelter in 
Our love

Hence

Fearing the coming of a  
New storm, NO MORE!



© Demetrios Trifiatis
  08 OCTOBER 2014
  
 


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Our Passions on Fire My Darling

A very long time passed between us
Before we met once again
Quite unexpectedly surprisingly
Exchanging very intense looks
Harboring most hungry urges
Possessing the wildest desires
Feeling rebounding emotions
Charged nerves electric and cosmic
Greeting happily and nervously
Walking closely together but unsure
Interested and yet afraid of what 
Next could happen . . .

A drink or two or three later at the bar
Then a couple more sitting in the booth
Losing the edge pent up tension from before
Us both now quite talkative
Us both now quite oblivious to time
Us both now quite friendlier
Us both now quite guarded still
We now hold hands remembering
Fun times much laughter much smiling
Depressing times much hurt much unhappiness
Like strangers in the night we really are
But not attracted for the very first time
Ready and wanting to start over again 
But not so sure of the “forever” part
Interested and yet afraid of what 
Next could happen . . .

And then—suddenly it magically happened . . .
Like destiny taking charge at once
Your touch my touch our touch one touch
Emotions exploding eyes probing hands feeling
Moving closer becoming one and one and one
Breathing faint then excited and more so
Crying sobbing laughing smiling revealing
Our eyes locked rocked as one in a spiral
Saying I missed you so much
Saying you missed me so much
A burning yearning desire a trembling fire
Our lips meet sweetly hungrily with much intent
Our desires at fever pitch ravenous and craving
Igniting our passions on fire on fire on fire on fire

Shutting out the rest of the world—be gone from us
While crying holding caressing kissing openly and deeply
We find each other all over again and again
A giddy feeling of love lost yet love found again
Asking why? How come? How could we? Why not?
This time all is forgiven—our bond unbroken
Our love rediscovered our lives restored
Our personalities mesmerized as one
Our minds in tune same time and channel
Our emotions most electric and having fun
Our oneness whole and most rewarding
Our love and desire both for an eternity
Our hearts' afire our hearts’ desire
Our passions on fire my darling! 

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
(October 22, 2014) (Free Verse)


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Here, My Dear

Humble yesterday, your intimate memories are now
bearing false witness, following our demise. 
There are scattered whispers of a residential cloud 
nine, that I called my own after the storm. 
No myth could be written guiltier. 
For beyond this stable armor of masculinity, 
existed a worst case scenario that I had obtained. 

It is no fault of your own, to interpret me with the 
simplest guess, and yet, it would be the greatest 
therapeutic comfort, knowing that you recalled my 
brief torture. Here it reads. 

The cruelest servant was obviously day one. 
For as I showered in my own gloom, the clearest 
joy accepted no hint of my presence. 
The hours worked overtime to deplete every page 
of life, that bordered around this broken clockwork 
of loneliness. 

By now I merely existed by priorities merciless 
hand. As I forced myself upon my studies, there was 
no absence of absent guilt on call. 
I realized this inevitable misstep, the moment I 
stumbled into a single entity yet again. 
By the time I found a conscience to shave towards 
a better day, spring had already departed, 
and I was just beginning to exit sobrieties 
unbearable cliff. 

The cause to blame beyond myself was tempting;
to see the bewildered scene, as opposed to feeling 
its complex wounds. 
I yearned for this flood to cease constantly, in 
retrospect, prematurely. 
However, the suffering hadn’t pierced my spirit just 
yet. That cherry that ultimately left a mark on top 
was my sick eyes. 

Perhaps defined as the perfect fate for the already 
faltered, was my cluttered throat, which 
allowed no apologetic cliques to exist in air. 
The devil’s vomit that would not pause until 
more suffering regurgitated, and lastly, 
the mindful ache that vibrated at its own
intervals. 

Friends could sense the hell that plagued my 
sleep. So much that they offered their similar 
battles to my faint ears. 
I heard their souls, but never their hearts; only 
mine was selfish enough for that luxury, despite 
its hostile coma. But then, 5 months, 22 days, and 
4 afternoon hours later, another chapter was introduced, 
and it was entitled The Aftermath. 

The acceptance of what could only be formerly 
beautiful, came to be the answer that cured me. 
In the end, I was thankful for the inferno, and 
overjoyed that these words could be written from 
Solomon’s throne. 

Previous rose, as you open and fold these heartfelt 
abrasions, be mindful of these moments that are no
longer bleeding, but rather teaching, of those bullets 
that never truly miss. 


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The Definition of Perfect

Her laugh is so melodious, a siren song, crashing ships and stealing hearts. 
She's stolen my heart.
Yet you can't steal something that's already yours.
Her body is a mystery, one for the history books.
Her lips, so pink and kissable, taunt me like a schoolboy.
She is a goddess,
a true Aphrodite, 
a creature of immense and unexplainable beauty.
Yet beautiful is an insult. 
She is not beautiful.
She is a work of art, a true Picasso.  
In her eyes, I see infinity.
I see stars.
I see the Devil himself.
What I do not see, is her.
She wears a mask.
She hides herself from others like a frightened puppy in a thunderstorm.
And yet, she could not be any more perfect.
Perfect.
You look up the word perfect in the dictionary, and you will see her face.
Perfect. 
Perfect dark brown curls, curls darker than my soul.
Perfect.
Perfect smile, a smile so killer it deserves twenty-five to life in the local prison.
Perfect.
When I see her, I'm a deer caught in headlights.
I'm frozen, turned to ice, turned to stone.
Her beauty could stun Medusa. 
When she smiles at me, I see Heaven.
I talk with God like he's an old friend.
And when she says my name, I melt like the wicked witch, 
and fall deeper...and deeper...and deeper...


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THE MOSAIC

 

The portrait of marriage a
Mosaic,
Made from hundreds of pieces, 
Large and small but all of the 
Same importance, 
Together put 
In 
A masterful way for the desired outcome 
To attain:  
The completion of the portrayal of  
A relationship, a life to last

Unfortunately,
No one has ever been blessed all 
Pieces to amass
As 
To perfection the given portrait to 
Produce
For 
Always some parts will be missing or 
Not the desired ones would be in the
Right place
Thus
The portrait never gets done to 
The artist’s complete satisfaction 
However, 
A good artist has to keep in mind the 
Essential parts
That 
Should never be missed from any mosaic
Of the sort:
Trust escorted by honesty
Selfishness coupled with admiration 
Sensuality tied with affection 
Love united with devotion 
And 
The X factor, that the majority never 
Under consideration takes: 
Synchronicity
For
Without it, all efforts will sooner or later,
Fail!



© Demetrios Trifiatis
   08 OCTOBER 2014 


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Tribute to My Dearest Daughter

Tribute to My Dearest Daughter
My darling daughter, Precious child of my youth, Dearest to my heart - From that wonderful moment When I first felt that fluttering of life, Rhythmically beating beneath my expectant bosom, I knew that I would unconditionally love you forever.
With deep motherly pride I helped you develop into womanhood Watching you become a strong, well-rounded woman. A loving mother yourself, you are not only a blessing To your own children and your family, But you are also a blessing to others - Those who hurt in life and need care and compassion.
With its ups and downs, life has transformed you, Challenged, nurtured, matured, and molded you. You are kind, thoughtful, generous, patient, and understanding, Unselfishly expecting nothing in return. You are a wonderful human being - You are a true angel. God bless you, my dearest daughter, my love!
Date: 7/26/2014 Entered in contest “Relationships” sponsored by Regina Riddle


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Tell Me Things

You tell me there are things that you can’t say
		Without bruising your tongue, some things
That you repeat in your head like videos of blurred suicides.
		Each face the bullet goes through resembles your own.
You tell me there are things that you can’t say
		Without a bible in your hand, some things
That you’ve forgotten.
		Missing pieces of a puzzle that are found.
You tell me there are things that you can’t say
		Without touching yourself, some things
That you catch yourself talking in the middle of the night.
		Each spilled secret staining your bed sheet.
You tell me there are things that you can’t say
		Without you crying, some things
That are better lost than found


So
You throw away the missing pieces
		Of a puzzle.
You throw away 
		The bible.
You throw away
		The sex toys.
You throw away
		Love.

You say things that make you unhappy, like things
	Better seen in the dark, or maybe things
That you wished you didn’t know.

So
You collect the missing pieces
		Of another puzzle.
You collect
		Broken promises.
You collect
		Four-leaf clovers
With the fourth leaf plucked out

You tell me things that I’ve heard before
		From your own mouth, some things
That I wish you’ve forgotten.


You say you can’t tell me what I already know
	So you don’t say anything
When we open up the cadavers of drowned infants.
There are a hundred babies down in the lake
And you don’t even say a single word to me.
One of them is your own.
	So you open me up instead
And tell me the lake is yours.



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Rejection

i remember all of it that afternoon we cut hearts and stars from foil we placed the silver ones in the sky we placed the beating ones on our lips i know because i felt you like my own breath that is why I thought you were oxygen that was the times when matches were lit that was when my thermometer cracked i remember it all of that afternoon you were tearing leaves in the kitchen you with fingers long and slender you with french vanilla ice cream nails i know because in my mind i was licking you before you ejected a river of tributaries before we bubbled on to the element before we merged over an empty pot i remember that afternoon all of it the priceless german kitchen knife the bone cutting diamond hard blade the slashing beef tongue spiced in cayenne i know because like helium i floated away through the blood red tomato coloured air through the dripping wet haze of rejection through the liquid salt of hand made wounds i remember of it all that afternoon served on a yellow plate of grapes sour served in the fantasy of yesterday served in the kindlings of one afternoon


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Love is a Mirage

Love all hate none
is a common saying 
I too fell prey to it
And Fell in love ....
My love worked well 
As long as there was sunshine
It vanished as the night approached
my shadow was no more  with me
Love was gone
At least for a day
Can love be so intermittent?
How could love change faces so soon?
Is it really love 
Or just a mirage?


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Hold My Hand

Walking on a fine line
Finer than  a silky hair
Oops! We are mistaken
Hair is a rope of proteins and
Then a chain of amino acids
Is it an illusion? A phantasm?
Why they then connect 
Alike coaches of a train?
Harmony may be the glue
Attaching and sticking them
Together, dashing on the track of life.
I think, the line is nothing but 
A series of dots embedded 
In the matrix of unity
Come hold my hand, let us 
Make a line of life or lifeline 
Shun the inconvenience, Dear,
Nature loves symmetry.

© 25/09/2014
Malik Yaseen


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33 rpm


because so it is,
he says

ashtray's empty
and
Dolly Parton
cries
for
Jolene
spinning dizzy
in the
corner
 
in my mind
all words
leave the
paper
 
love laid to rest,
I can
recognize
the 
smell.


© Gry W Christensen


(My take on "Relationships". My entry in the "Relationships" contest, ending Aug.  25. )


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The Stairs To Your Bedroom

naked together you clothe me in the fabric of your desire all the while soothing my want your lips part and make a smile and i die. i die inside. i die inside and out time moves too quickly before i know it you leave all left is a covered memory barely fills the insatiable me until once again it's we


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Broken Heart

My heart’s been broken 
	
Figuratively 

If my heart had been broken 
Literally 
I would be dead 
Technically 
So I should clarify that my heart has been broken 
Emotionally and metaphorically 
I am only dead 
Expressively speaking 

And since I am dramatically interpreting my pain
I can also say I have been torn apart 
Symbolically 
By his love because 
We were romantically 
Configured as one 
With a symbol of a heart 
Representing love and life beating as one  
And a ring that 
Revealed to the world our attachment of everlasting love  

But I guess 
Only
Symbolically speaking 

He broke our love 
He crept around 
Behind my back 
While I blindly stood by 
As he destroyed my heart 
Our heart 

You know
That invisible 
Metaphorical symbol

Only to find out 
He had fallen head over heals 
Or maybe it is
Heals over head in love with another 
So he left me 
Brokenhearted 
Or should I say 
He left me halfhearted 
Because his love 
Created and held together our heart 
My heart 
Now my heart is broken and bleeding 
I’m dying 

Emotionally speaking 

Though, it feels physical 
Because he literately 
Went away 


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no competition

Girl I know letting people in can be difficult
But can I kiss all of your scars? even the ones that are invisible
You don’t have to tell me the story or how they got there
I already know life is hard and it’s not fair

I know there are some things you don’t want to put out in the open
But I don’t want you to hide, I love that you’re perfectly broken
One thing I’ve learned, is if you like someone go for it
Even if it goes wrong at least you have memories to show for it

Both been in love before and were both hurt from it
But I think about what we could have
And it’s worth the risk
Got to do it while you can, don’t want to look back saying I should have

You’re beautifully damaged, and I love the way your scars look
But I’m the same I know why you have your guard up
You don’t have to lower it, we can just chill and watch movies
As long as you respect me then you will not lose me

Yes I have a few girls after me but I have no interest
You’re the one I want, you’re who I want to impress
They can fancy me and want me all they like
But you’re the one I want by my side

Give me a chance we can take it slow
Both of us giving it 100% is the only way to make us grow
Even when I close my eyes you’re still in my vision
Even though a few girls want me, you’re all I want, you have no competition 


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Am I really me

I always reach for you
When the night seems too long
It feels like you should be there
Lying where you always were

I want to hold your hand
Feel your fingers tighten
Around my own tentacles
Two hands cleaving as one

Since you’ve been gone
The walls listen to my sobs
And seem to whisper of grief
That edges my very soul

Missing you is like a nightmare
Where I never truly wake
It leaves me feeling sluggish
Even during the sunniest days

I often wonder if I will ever find comfort
Amid the pain of my memories
Will I ever look through the old photographs
And caress the heart of what could have been?

Missing you is a tragedy
That keeps me grasping
For the pieces of the past
Which frequent my thoughts
Without you, I think
Am I really me?


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A mother's treasures

A solitary piece the diamond
precious rare gem most treasured
by those lucky enough to hold
Once in possession it is rarely out of grasp
Like the gemstone the mother 
requires very specific conditions
in holding fast her (family/) childrens love
Treasured forever in her heart
she will go out of her way
to preen and protect them
holding them dear to her
deep within her maternal safe – the heart
closely guarded by the mind
Her infatuation of all treasures to her 
are totally understandable
especially when you think to the complexity
of structure and process taken in creation
Just as from the ‘unbreakable’ in ancient greek
this alletrope of carbon
with strength of bonding between atoms
is representative of that strong love
between mum and child
The maternal being could be compared
to the superlative physical qualities of the stone
Even the characteristic luster
of this gem so prevaient from its ability
to disperse light and colour
compared to the many strengths, roles and qualities
of the mother
seen by the many she deals with daily
A most high pressured job 
versus the high pressured temperature
within the Earths mantle
that forms the delightful rock it gives birth to
Infants delight and ignite the forbearer
just as the jewel would dazzle the room
a mother’s love encaptures the magical luster
of those she’s birthed and nothing
stands inbetween this richest of cargo’s


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I Do Believe

"I Do Believe" 

The purpose of LIFE is to {Living In Faith Ever} 
to enrich God within us 
to an optimum level 
so that We as Humans 
can be guided by God 
to fuel out brothers and sisters 
with the same driving force 
to connect with the living God, 
to His existence and 
to See the Invisible, 
Believe the Incredible, and 
to Receive the Impossible 
to our everlasting journey 
to Heaven.

Rev. Samuel Mack
Copyright 2013

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