A Damp Drunken Swim

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Fernando Mendes Lima Moura
A Damp Drunken Swim
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I sing. I sang.
I drink. I drank.

I swam. I’m damp.
I’ll dry. Be spry
I’ll drink ’till then.

Laying, crying
about my city,
trashed completely,
I stay. I lay.

But this I think
While my air bed
begins to sink
I have to swim
or I’ll die drunk.

Should I follow my heart <3

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twinkyx33
Should I follow my heart <3
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How do I express the feelings in my heart?
How do I express everything in my mind?
I don’t want to lose you; it’s too much to take,
I don’t wanna have to walk away someday,
I just want to think that nothing ever happens,
But my heart and mind have different thoughts,
My heart says yes and my mind says no,
They say follow your heart because it takes you through the right path,
Some say follow your mind because it knows what’s going to happen next,
But everything in life is like a test, all you got to do is take a guess,
To find those words I left unspoken, and try again to see it working,
Should I follow my heart I ask myself, it’s nothing to lose but too much to take,
If one wrong step and I choose you, what will happen to us two?
Will it keep us closer now, or will it be the same somehow??

The guys we met :)

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twinkyx33
The guys we met :)
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Today we met 3 cute guys with blue eyes
We never thought they would walk up to us and say hi
They thought we were different than all the other girls
As we kept walking down the street jealous men were looking at us 6
Jealous couples stared at us,
‘cause we had found what they couldn’t have,
and it’s them boys that look so hot.

My dera

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endira
My dera
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Maybe my desk was bare today
maybe I lost sands of time
maybe there was no room left in my heart
but there was a corner, cozy corner
in the sunset light
and a single rose lay dying there
as if placed by a playful child
the fragrance of rose
swept the room
as the window
sash was lifted by chance
the thought of you
crossed my mind
as evening dusk began to dance
with the stars
and a little bird whispered
to me as often little birds do
that I neglected to check
if the rose had a name
I peeked
and the rose’ name was you