Like Poems - Poems about Like

In a room with heavy curtains, where shadows dance on walls like forgotten memories, It's not just about touches, nor bodies pressed together or rumpled sheets, It's about how you undressed me of layers of silence and fears with your hands like a gentle wind, In the bed that seemed a secret island, you taught me to be...

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I love to create your story in words, like a dream woven from threads of light and desire, As if it was and is no more, a fairy tale brought to life under the pen of time flowing gently, I turn you into a beloved fairy tale hero, with a happier ending where our love is eternal...

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I understood your silence, the weight you carried in your soul like an old and relentless burden, The battles you fought behind closed doors, like storms raging in the depths, The nights when sleep eluded you, like a fleeting shadow, and the mornings when you rose again, steadfast, I knew the trials that left deep scars, the wounds...

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I delicately savor your body with caresses, like a sculptor shaping the marble of life with tender touches, And in your pure soul, I string dreams like pearls, reflecting the hidden light of desires, When the moon hides and the stars appear, like lost fireflies on the deep and restless sky, To feel the love that binds us...

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Inspired by Prince Roger Nelson`s song “Play in the Sunshine”. ************************************************************** Flying Like...

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I would go where silence sings like a river of stars in the deep, vivid night, Where birds find their nests and the morning rises on wings of light, There where the Sky kisses the Earth with lips full of blue and the greenery sighs, Where the day whispers a gentle secret to the night and people gaze...

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May we be blessed to be surrounded by family and friends… who are like stars in the morning sky… who, even though we may not see them, it’s nice to know they are nearby. ...

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Unleashed by a breeze in autumn, I could f l o a t. What was magical then has become a melancholy note. I drift through mist; Farewell to...

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Tumbling rolling like a stone ! Yes. going on my own : Independent, frolic free but not in glee I'm not feeling fine ! Yet my life is mine. ...

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In the dead of night, when sleep refuses to come like a gentle cloud over thoughts, there should be a sanctuary where you can retreat when fatigue becomes a burden, when drinks no longer quench the thirst for forgetfulness, and grass no longer weaves dreams, and I don't mean places where the escape is towards stardust scattered in...

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Under the starlit sky, where dreams float like birds of light, tears and oceans weave together the story of salt, a tale where only the waves are crowned with boundless beauty, while tears, hidden gems, vanish into the shadows of hands. They, reflecting the stars with painful grace, are like diamonds sparkling in the depths of night, yet we sail on...

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Baby garter snakes are like puppies in a way They pile themselves together on a cold windy day I don’t know about you, but a snake pile might scare me. Whereas a puppy pile would look as cozy and welcoming as could be....

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They start thick— not the polite kind you stir into tea not the mild drizzle on breakfast toast but the kind that runs hot slow dangerous coating your tongue before you grasp the price of its pleasure. They start golden— dripping off the comb sun pressed into their marrow too rich, too syrupy— gumming up the gears of your schemes too...

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I like poetry that is simple and direct and yet is layered in depth where you can descend as deep as you want to go - poetry that says just enough and no more and leaves things unsaid, fertile ground on which the imagination can grow. I like poetry that finds its roots in nature and ordinary things, listens to what...

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What became of the elderly man who habitually lingered outside the pub, a toothpick perpetually perched between his lips? I often pondered the significance of that toothpick—it seemed to serve as a silent emblem, a mysterious token of his unspoken thoughts. As children, we absorb the world around us, processing our myriad experiences as we grow....

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