Donate coins to Syne.
Juice
Cancel
Love Poem Challenge - Let's Test The New Challenge Abilities
Written by Syne in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Unsaid

I know that words cannot be unsaid

That memories are hard to leave behind

And fallen tears cannot be unshed

But maybe we can still be alright

I know regrets we have a hundred

And broken promises even more

And though our words cannot be unsaid

Maybe we can try to let it go

Forget about the things we ever did

Pretend that all the things we ever said

Can be unsaid

And we can start again

16
3
3
Juice
49 reads
Donate coins to Syne.
Juice
Cancel
Love Poem Challenge - Let's Test The New Challenge Abilities
Written by Syne in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Unsaid
I know that words cannot be unsaid
That memories are hard to leave behind
And fallen tears cannot be unshed
But maybe we can still be alright

I know regrets we have a hundred
And broken promises even more
And though our words cannot be unsaid
Maybe we can try to let it go

Forget about the things we ever did
Pretend that all the things we ever said
Can be unsaid
And we can start again
#nonfiction  #romance  #poetry  #love 
16
3
3
Juice
49 reads
Load 3 Comments
Login to post comments.
Advertisement  (turn off)
Donate coins to sophiekathx.
Juice
Cancel
Write a set of three haikus that follow an individual falling in love. The three stages are: Falling in love, Being in love, and Falling out of Love. Be creative, bold, and unforgiving. Best of luck! Tag me in your post, I really want to read your ideas.
Written by sophiekathx in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Stages of Love

Your fierce eyes catch mine

My heart flutters, is this love?

You are all I want

-

Every day’s a dream

My life’s devoted to you

Hold me in your arms

-

Are you still the same?

Who have each of us become?

Where has our love gone?

2
0
1
Juice
6 reads
Donate coins to sophiekathx.
Juice
Cancel
Write a set of three haikus that follow an individual falling in love. The three stages are: Falling in love, Being in love, and Falling out of Love. Be creative, bold, and unforgiving. Best of luck! Tag me in your post, I really want to read your ideas.
Written by sophiekathx in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Stages of Love
Your fierce eyes catch mine
My heart flutters, is this love?
You are all I want
-
Every day’s a dream
My life’s devoted to you
Hold me in your arms
-
Are you still the same?
Who have each of us become?
Where has our love gone?

#haiku  #love 
2
0
1
Juice
6 reads
Load 1 Comment
Login to post comments.
Donate coins to syed.
Juice
Cancel
Written by syed in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Hurricane

You were my hurricane,

I carried you in my winds.

But everytime I rose, you settled me.

And now that I am gone-

You still dwell.

-syed.aa

9
1
2
Juice
21 reads
Donate coins to syed.
Juice
Cancel
Written by syed in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Hurricane
You were my hurricane,
I carried you in my winds.
But everytime I rose, you settled me.
And now that I am gone-
You still dwell.

-syed.aa
#poetry  #prose  #poem  #writing  #love  #freeverse  #poet  #writer  #typewriter  #freeversepoem  #hurricane  #typewriterpoetry 
9
1
2
Juice
21 reads
Load 2 Comments
Login to post comments.
Donate coins to feather_and_ink.
Juice
Cancel
Written by feather_and_ink

Rotten Apple Flesh

He bit the flesh from her bones

and found it rotten.

Lovers lips

piercing apple sweet skin,

twisting tongue through tender sinews,

searching for the tenderest morsel.

Tongue too eager to taste

left gagging on worms

burrowed beneath the surface.

Gentle shades of purple

and black.

Bruises left

by sucking,

biting, writhing,

mishandling...

not its cause?

Purest flesh turned

tainted whore.

The world is a fickle mistress. 

9
1
2
Juice
23 reads
Donate coins to feather_and_ink.
Juice
Cancel
Written by feather_and_ink
Rotten Apple Flesh
He bit the flesh from her bones
and found it rotten.
Lovers lips
piercing apple sweet skin,
twisting tongue through tender sinews,
searching for the tenderest morsel.
Tongue too eager to taste
left gagging on worms
burrowed beneath the surface.
Gentle shades of purple
and black.
Bruises left
by sucking,
biting, writhing,
mishandling...
not its cause?
Purest flesh turned
tainted whore.
The world is a fickle mistress. 
#poetry  #love  #poison  #rotten 
9
1
2
Juice
23 reads
Load 2 Comments
Login to post comments.
Donate coins to DaniciaTari.
Juice
Cancel
Written by DaniciaTari in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Green Glass Love

I love the way you say something is "ours" or that "we" really enjoyed a certain restaurant. Or the way you say "should be good for us!" When someone asks to make plans, I love that we're a team and I don't have to think twice about it.

I love the way you trace the contours of my face with your fingertips, and remember that running your thumb over my eyebrow calms me immediately. You have me memorized in ways I never thought anyone could.

I love that you know all the things that broke my heart, and that you know which dress I wear to impress you. I love that you gave that Tiffany blue dress new life, and gave me a reason to dress up again.

You make me feel strong, when I feel paper thin and falter in the wind.

You curb my ego when I'm headstrong, and bring me back down to earth when I'm light years ahead of myself.

I feel like a kid with you, so silly and adventurous and ready to share this giant world like a huge playground in an everlasting game of tag.

I love that you love to see my nerdy side, and that you understand why a Mayan ruin could bring me to tears. And when I do cry, out of one eye, you tease me into smiling.

You make me laugh, you make me cry, you make me question my own thoughts, and challenge me every day. You make me strong, and you make me proud to love so fiercely. You make me better.

You make me human.

6
2
1
Juice
21 reads
Donate coins to DaniciaTari.
Juice
Cancel
Written by DaniciaTari in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Green Glass Love
I love the way you say something is "ours" or that "we" really enjoyed a certain restaurant. Or the way you say "should be good for us!" When someone asks to make plans, I love that we're a team and I don't have to think twice about it.

I love the way you trace the contours of my face with your fingertips, and remember that running your thumb over my eyebrow calms me immediately. You have me memorized in ways I never thought anyone could.

I love that you know all the things that broke my heart, and that you know which dress I wear to impress you. I love that you gave that Tiffany blue dress new life, and gave me a reason to dress up again.

You make me feel strong, when I feel paper thin and falter in the wind.
You curb my ego when I'm headstrong, and bring me back down to earth when I'm light years ahead of myself.

I feel like a kid with you, so silly and adventurous and ready to share this giant world like a huge playground in an everlasting game of tag.

I love that you love to see my nerdy side, and that you understand why a Mayan ruin could bring me to tears. And when I do cry, out of one eye, you tease me into smiling.

You make me laugh, you make me cry, you make me question my own thoughts, and challenge me every day. You make me strong, and you make me proud to love so fiercely. You make me better.

You make me human.
#romance  #poetry  #love  #kane 
6
2
1
Juice
21 reads
Load 1 Comment
Login to post comments.
Donate coins to DaniciaTari.
Juice
Cancel
Written by DaniciaTari in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Toss and Turn

Every night since you left

I curl up on the right side of the bed,

Your side.

Tucked tightly against the wall,

Burying myself in blankets,

Where I used to bury into your chest.

Hoping to catch a brief hint

Of your cologne.

Every morning,

Without fail,

I wake up on the left side,

My side.

Blankets hanging precariously over

The edge of the mattress.

The fitted sheet, pulled away.

I lose the same war

Each night.

Waking without you,

Sends shockwaves through every inch

Of exposed flesh as I reach for you

In the middle of the night,

My hand falls through

A deep nothingness,

And I realize

I'm alone

Again.

What I wouldn't give,

To reach out,

To find you

At arms reach.

8
2
1
Juice
81 reads
Donate coins to DaniciaTari.
Juice
Cancel
Written by DaniciaTari in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Toss and Turn
Every night since you left
I curl up on the right side of the bed,
Your side.
Tucked tightly against the wall,
Burying myself in blankets,
Where I used to bury into your chest.
Hoping to catch a brief hint
Of your cologne.

Every morning,
Without fail,
I wake up on the left side,
My side.
Blankets hanging precariously over
The edge of the mattress.
The fitted sheet, pulled away.
I lose the same war
Each night.

Waking without you,
Sends shockwaves through every inch
Of exposed flesh as I reach for you
In the middle of the night,
My hand falls through
A deep nothingness,
And I realize
I'm alone
Again.

What I wouldn't give,
To reach out,
To find you
At arms reach.
#romance  #poetry  #love  #lyrics  #longdistancerelationship  #kane 
8
2
1
Juice
81 reads
Load 1 Comment
Login to post comments.
Advertisement  (turn off)
Donate coins to allisonfan2020.
Juice
Cancel
CotW #65: Write a story about infidelity. The most eloquent, elegant, entertaining entry, ascertained by Prose, earns $100 and stays atop the Spotlight shelf for six straight days. Feel free to invite friends, distant family, even strange acquaintances to play this challenge with you anonymously. Please use #ProseChallenge #itslit for sharing online.
Written by allisonfan2020

In-Field Killer

Armed in rouge and a baroque persona, She - ever calculated- now had dressed in deceitful love.

And he was deeply in love; hopelessly deep...

And hopelessly loved. 

He was the stunning superlative of a natural inamorato; graciously touched and admired in whole. 

He was the muse of light, feathered consciousness in the sphere of doubt.  A virtuous spirit, he had once not felt the blossom of seduction.

He was in love. And she was dubbed Fate. 

She, dubbed Fate, and her brilliant poison was a fickle-hearted demeanor. 

She did not obliterate the hearts of grievous forbodings; 

in fact, quite the contrary. 

Twas Fate and the kindred of affection that melted a lover soft and unwary.

Her bluff- he could not convict.

Forsakenly rough and tried in passion, Fate had clamored high-headed; unparallel to the despairing betrayal.

Beds were nights, and nights were spent in beds. She did not deem one as her own, and his bed was not hers. 

He was a flower- acutely rooted in unquivering color.  

And she, a pollinating bee, quested succulence in honey. A bee unsatisfied died, but she was Fate, and she was thriving. 

Loyalty; his tragic flaw. His nature of imperfection danced around her like tease.

She was damned to be locked in the arms of his safety, but stupid, she was not nor never.

Startling vividness was the covenant of Fate, and startled she was no longer.

At least not in the arms of him.

She did not feel selfish in temptation, neither in cheat.

She was compelling and craving;

She was Fate.

7
2
4
Juice
44 reads
Donate coins to allisonfan2020.
Juice
Cancel
CotW #65: Write a story about infidelity. The most eloquent, elegant, entertaining entry, ascertained by Prose, earns $100 and stays atop the Spotlight shelf for six straight days. Feel free to invite friends, distant family, even strange acquaintances to play this challenge with you anonymously. Please use #ProseChallenge #itslit for sharing online.
Written by allisonfan2020
In-Field Killer
Armed in rouge and a baroque persona, She - ever calculated- now had dressed in deceitful love.
And he was deeply in love; hopelessly deep...
And hopelessly loved. 

He was the stunning superlative of a natural inamorato; graciously touched and admired in whole. 
He was the muse of light, feathered consciousness in the sphere of doubt.  A virtuous spirit, he had once not felt the blossom of seduction.

He was in love. And she was dubbed Fate. 
She, dubbed Fate, and her brilliant poison was a fickle-hearted demeanor. 
She did not obliterate the hearts of grievous forbodings; 
in fact, quite the contrary. 
Twas Fate and the kindred of affection that melted a lover soft and unwary.

Her bluff- he could not convict.
Forsakenly rough and tried in passion, Fate had clamored high-headed; unparallel to the despairing betrayal.

Beds were nights, and nights were spent in beds. She did not deem one as her own, and his bed was not hers. 
He was a flower- acutely rooted in unquivering color.  
And she, a pollinating bee, quested succulence in honey. A bee unsatisfied died, but she was Fate, and she was thriving. 

Loyalty; his tragic flaw. His nature of imperfection danced around her like tease.
She was damned to be locked in the arms of his safety, but stupid, she was not nor never.
Startling vividness was the covenant of Fate, and startled she was no longer.
At least not in the arms of him.

She did not feel selfish in temptation, neither in cheat.
She was compelling and craving;
She was Fate.
#prose  #prosechallenge  #love  #infidelity  #Itslit 
7
2
4
Juice
44 reads
Load 4 Comments
Login to post comments.
Donate coins to Winterreign.
Juice
Cancel
Written by Winterreign

When sparks fly

He wrote letters..

Poetry..

Cute notes..

And

Songs..

For

Her..

But..

He

Never..

Sent

Them..

Because..

It

Was..

A

One

Sided

Romance..

And..

He

Wasn't..

Confident

Enough..

To

Confess

His undying..

Love

For her..

20
5
5
Juice
57 reads
Donate coins to Winterreign.
Juice
Cancel
Written by Winterreign
When sparks fly
He wrote letters..
Poetry..
Cute notes..
And
Songs..
For
Her..

But..
He
Never..
Sent
Them..

Because..
It
Was..

A
One
Sided
Romance..

And..
He
Wasn't..
Confident
Enough..

To
Confess
His undying..
Love
For her..
#romance  #poetry  #love 
20
5
5
Juice
57 reads
Load 5 Comments
Login to post comments.
Donate coins to Sawyer_Ross.
Juice
Cancel
Written by Sawyer_Ross in portal Poetry & Free Verse

perhaps

Perhaps we

are not 

    soulmates 

but I know

we are

     something

6
1
0
Juice
10 reads
Donate coins to Sawyer_Ross.
Juice
Cancel
Written by Sawyer_Ross in portal Poetry & Free Verse
perhaps
Perhaps we
are not 
    soulmates 

but I know
we are
     something
#nonfiction  #love  #soulmate  #connection  #untitled 
6
1
0
Juice
10 reads
Login to post comments.
Donate coins to LoganCraine.
Juice
Cancel
Written by LoganCraine in portal Nonfiction

sister

You're covered in bandaids. Not because you need them, but because you like to wear them. You go through a box of bandaids like they're stickers with princesses and superheroes and ponies and Disney characters. You turned around on the car ride, craning your neck to ask me if I ha any cuts to be doctored. You were excited today when I came home and asked for your help, showing you my mangled fingers. I laughed when you said how bad it was for a doctor to hope people need them again. Not because it's wrong, but because you're so smart. When I told you you talk in your sleep, you said "What else is a chatterbox supposed to do?" You'll talk my ear off and stick it back on with a bright pink bandaid, all the while talking off the other. I'm not sure if you realise how special you are, knowing my favorite color was once "TARDIS blue", specifically, or being able to sing along with less-popular Beatles songs. It may be my fault or my doing. They always say how much we are alike, but you are going to be so different.

1
0
0
Juice
10 reads
Donate coins to LoganCraine.
Juice
Cancel
Written by LoganCraine in portal Nonfiction
sister
You're covered in bandaids. Not because you need them, but because you like to wear them. You go through a box of bandaids like they're stickers with princesses and superheroes and ponies and Disney characters. You turned around on the car ride, craning your neck to ask me if I ha any cuts to be doctored. You were excited today when I came home and asked for your help, showing you my mangled fingers. I laughed when you said how bad it was for a doctor to hope people need them again. Not because it's wrong, but because you're so smart. When I told you you talk in your sleep, you said "What else is a chatterbox supposed to do?" You'll talk my ear off and stick it back on with a bright pink bandaid, all the while talking off the other. I'm not sure if you realise how special you are, knowing my favorite color was once "TARDIS blue", specifically, or being able to sing along with less-popular Beatles songs. It may be my fault or my doing. They always say how much we are alike, but you are going to be so different.
#nonfiction  #love  #family  #streamofconsciousness  #opinion  #sister  #sentimental 
1
0
0
Juice
10 reads
Login to post comments.
/p/ajax/explore?order=trending&startIndex=20&hashtagId=160