Romantic Published by Members Recently Online Poems
#romantic
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
7th Jan 2020 6:41pm
7th Jan 2020 6:41pm
Your Lips
In damp sleep
of our warm bed,
I awoke upon
two sweet tasting
morning pillows.
of our warm bed,
I awoke upon
two sweet tasting
morning pillows.
#love
#relationships
#romantic
#FallingInLove
#crush
556 reads
2 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
7th Jan 2020 6:41pm
7th Jan 2020 6:41pm
Your Lips
In damp sleep
of our warm bed,
I awoke upon
two sweet tasting
morning pillows.
of our warm bed,
I awoke upon
two sweet tasting
morning pillows.
#love
#relationships
#romantic
#FallingInLove
#crush
556 reads
2 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
7th Jan 2020 6:41pm
7th Jan 2020 6:41pm
Your Lips
In damp sleep
of our warm bed,
I awoke upon
two sweet tasting
morning pillows.
of our warm bed,
I awoke upon
two sweet tasting
morning pillows.
#love
#relationships
#romantic
#FallingInLove
#crush
556 reads
2 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
7th Jan 2020 6:41pm
7th Jan 2020 6:41pm
Your Lips
In damp sleep
of our warm bed,
I awoke upon
two sweet tasting
morning pillows.
of our warm bed,
I awoke upon
two sweet tasting
morning pillows.
#love
#relationships
#romantic
#FallingInLove
#crush
556 reads
2 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
7th Jan 2020 6:41pm
7th Jan 2020 6:41pm
Your Lips
In damp sleep
of our warm bed,
I awoke upon
two sweet tasting
morning pillows.
of our warm bed,
I awoke upon
two sweet tasting
morning pillows.
#love
#relationships
#romantic
#FallingInLove
#crush
556 reads
2 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 10:00pm
14th Feb 2025 10:00pm
Like I Was Never Touched
There are things I don’t say.
Things I press down so deep,
they never had a voice—
only suffering,
only pain.
My body was never mine, not really.
Hands took it before I even knew how to feel.
Before I could understand the perversion,
before I understood the way a soul can fracture
and still keep moving.
I have been taken so many times,
I stopped believing there was anything left to keep.
I have been seen, but never known.
Touched, but never held.
Wanted so...
Things I press down so deep,
they never had a voice—
only suffering,
only pain.
My body was never mine, not really.
Hands took it before I even knew how to feel.
Before I could understand the perversion,
before I understood the way a soul can fracture
and still keep moving.
I have been taken so many times,
I stopped believing there was anything left to keep.
I have been seen, but never known.
Touched, but never held.
Wanted so...
#abuse
#love
#romantic
#suffering
#childhood
233 reads
50 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 10:00pm
14th Feb 2025 10:00pm
Like I Was Never Touched
There are things I don’t say.
Things I press down so deep,
they never had a voice—
only suffering,
only pain.
My body was never mine, not really.
Hands took it before I even knew how to feel.
Before I could understand the perversion,
before I understood the way a soul can fracture
and still keep moving.
I have been taken so many times,
I stopped believing there was anything left to keep.
I have been seen, but never known.
Touched, but never held.
Wanted so...
Things I press down so deep,
they never had a voice—
only suffering,
only pain.
My body was never mine, not really.
Hands took it before I even knew how to feel.
Before I could understand the perversion,
before I understood the way a soul can fracture
and still keep moving.
I have been taken so many times,
I stopped believing there was anything left to keep.
I have been seen, but never known.
Touched, but never held.
Wanted so...
#abuse
#love
#romantic
#suffering
#childhood
233 reads
50 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 10:00pm
14th Feb 2025 10:00pm
Like I Was Never Touched
There are things I don’t say.
Things I press down so deep,
they never had a voice—
only suffering,
only pain.
My body was never mine, not really.
Hands took it before I even knew how to feel.
Before I could understand the perversion,
before I understood the way a soul can fracture
and still keep moving.
I have been taken so many times,
I stopped believing there was anything left to keep.
I have been seen, but never known.
Touched, but never held.
Wanted so...
Things I press down so deep,
they never had a voice—
only suffering,
only pain.
My body was never mine, not really.
Hands took it before I even knew how to feel.
Before I could understand the perversion,
before I understood the way a soul can fracture
and still keep moving.
I have been taken so many times,
I stopped believing there was anything left to keep.
I have been seen, but never known.
Touched, but never held.
Wanted so...
#abuse
#love
#romantic
#suffering
#childhood
233 reads
50 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 10:00pm
14th Feb 2025 10:00pm
Like I Was Never Touched
There are things I don’t say.
Things I press down so deep,
they never had a voice—
only suffering,
only pain.
My body was never mine, not really.
Hands took it before I even knew how to feel.
Before I could understand the perversion,
before I understood the way a soul can fracture
and still keep moving.
I have been taken so many times,
I stopped believing there was anything left to keep.
I have been seen, but never known.
Touched, but never held.
Wanted so...
Things I press down so deep,
they never had a voice—
only suffering,
only pain.
My body was never mine, not really.
Hands took it before I even knew how to feel.
Before I could understand the perversion,
before I understood the way a soul can fracture
and still keep moving.
I have been taken so many times,
I stopped believing there was anything left to keep.
I have been seen, but never known.
Touched, but never held.
Wanted so...
#abuse
#love
#romantic
#suffering
#childhood
233 reads
50 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 10:00pm
14th Feb 2025 10:00pm
Like I Was Never Touched
There are things I don’t say.
Things I press down so deep,
they never had a voice—
only suffering,
only pain.
My body was never mine, not really.
Hands took it before I even knew how to feel.
Before I could understand the perversion,
before I understood the way a soul can fracture
and still keep moving.
I have been taken so many times,
I stopped believing there was anything left to keep.
I have been seen, but never known.
Touched, but never held.
Wanted so...
Things I press down so deep,
they never had a voice—
only suffering,
only pain.
My body was never mine, not really.
Hands took it before I even knew how to feel.
Before I could understand the perversion,
before I understood the way a soul can fracture
and still keep moving.
I have been taken so many times,
I stopped believing there was anything left to keep.
I have been seen, but never known.
Touched, but never held.
Wanted so...
#abuse
#love
#romantic
#suffering
#childhood
233 reads
50 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
12th Feb 2025 3:29pm
12th Feb 2025 3:29pm
IT'S OKAY TO ADMIT IT
The Bard of Avon in Hamlet has
Polonius saying to his son, Laertes:
"This above all else: to thine own self
be true. And it must follow as the night
the day. Thou canst not then
be false to any man."
THIS
is a message for YOU my loved,
sought, and coy one. It's okay to
admit that you hunger and desire to
taste the pleasures that dare to transgress
the halls of your humanity and create
a falsehood that resists and keeps
YOU locked in a cage of denial.
ADMIT
what your racing heart and locked up ...
Polonius saying to his son, Laertes:
"This above all else: to thine own self
be true. And it must follow as the night
the day. Thou canst not then
be false to any man."
THIS
is a message for YOU my loved,
sought, and coy one. It's okay to
admit that you hunger and desire to
taste the pleasures that dare to transgress
the halls of your humanity and create
a falsehood that resists and keeps
YOU locked in a cage of denial.
ADMIT
what your racing heart and locked up ...
#admiration
#ForbiddenLove
#obsession #romantic
#obsession #romantic
89 reads
6 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
12th Feb 2025 3:29pm
12th Feb 2025 3:29pm
IT'S OKAY TO ADMIT IT
The Bard of Avon in Hamlet has
Polonius saying to his son, Laertes:
"This above all else: to thine own self
be true. And it must follow as the night
the day. Thou canst not then
be false to any man."
THIS
is a message for YOU my loved,
sought, and coy one. It's okay to
admit that you hunger and desire to
taste the pleasures that dare to transgress
the halls of your humanity and create
a falsehood that resists and keeps
YOU locked in a cage of denial.
ADMIT
what your racing heart and locked up ...
Polonius saying to his son, Laertes:
"This above all else: to thine own self
be true. And it must follow as the night
the day. Thou canst not then
be false to any man."
THIS
is a message for YOU my loved,
sought, and coy one. It's okay to
admit that you hunger and desire to
taste the pleasures that dare to transgress
the halls of your humanity and create
a falsehood that resists and keeps
YOU locked in a cage of denial.
ADMIT
what your racing heart and locked up ...
#admiration
#ForbiddenLove
#obsession #romantic
#obsession #romantic
89 reads
6 Comments
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