As I think of you

As I sit I think about you,

I think about the sound of your voice,

I think of the way your body sways,

I've watched you for a while now,

Blushing, and blushing as I glance at you, 

You have melted my heart to the max,

I just want you baby, you and only you.


Written by: Elay'Shia Wilson 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this poem in literally 2 minute. Comment and tell me what you think 

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Blurred Edges


It’s in the tremble of your voice as


You lean on me and the sweet


Tears trickle down from your eyes




It’s in the way you try to stifle


Your cries as if I can’t feel them


Coming in waves throughout your body




It’s in that final moment when we’re


Done and you’re “so sorry” but


This is uttered with meaning this time




It’s in the core of me - that feeling of


Knowing this is a sign and within


Moments we’re both ending and beginning




It’s in the way we hold onto each other and


Our worlds are both spinning because


This will be the “last” but we’ve said it all before




It’s in the time that we’ve taken to get here, for


This moment of rapport and soul spilling


It’s the first time we’re really seeing each other




It’s seeing through the walls we both insist on


Building to keep another out as we’re


So very afraid of really letting people in




It’s the knowing that you’ve shown me you and


I’ve let you see more than just my skin


You’ve felt my body and melted with my mind


I’ve lost where you end and where I begin.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I'm incredibly new to poetry so keep that in mind while you read Embarassed

This poem comes out of a memory from not so long ago, that is both beautiful and painful for me. Reading this, for those of you that have ever been in real love, you may be able to relate somewhat. The last line is adapted from a part of a song called 'Basic Space' by The xx (I recommend you listen), and I had this line in mind while writing as it really resonated with me (and essentially inspired the whole thing).

He, Who Took His Own Life

He puts the gun up to his head,

wondering if there was another way instead.

Painful memories flash through his head, 

his being mesmerized at the words she said.

He realizes how much he means to her now,

a pile of waste, from your typical cow.

There was no hope, nor light, 

or energy to keep up the continuous fight.

All he wants is an easy way out,

and down he shall go, into this dark route.

Resting on the desk is his suicide note, 

hopeless, depressing words on paper did they float.

"Friends, family, I'm sorry for what I'm about to do, 

but at least know this; I'll always love you."

He presses the trigger, wanting to end his pain,

the gunshot lost, in the sound of pouring rain. 

More Than A Hot Plate


"Grey lobby, 

the clouds lend to the day,

soft lights lead the inside

to look as though all that walks


are zombies, 

yet it's just the slow business

that gives all of workers 

a slow walk about,


right around the time where

the cook is going to clock out. 

Only moments before,

the kitchen vacant of tickets,


the said culinary enthusiest

had been stirring, 

whisking over a long period of time,

chardonnay that had been reduced,


to be used as a base,

green onions and slight amount

of garlic added for slight hint

when the falvor dances all about. 


Butter, cubes, slowly added,

too much too fast would have 

caused seperation, 

no imulcification was desired,


as in, thickening had to occur,

not lumps of solid subjects

sitting on top,

the predicate being to enhance.


Beurre blanc finished, 

strained of all additional ingredients,

poured into container,

then some into saucepan,


salmon slowly simmered in the just-made base,

no loss of time

with the assembly of rice in bowl,

having draped on top


the creamy, white blanket

with pillows of pink,

decadent fish cooked so juicy,

loosely resembling an amazing ensemble. 


Outside the kitchen, 

at bar, sitting on stool,

shoes swinging slightly

with the enjoyment of the meal,


the cook finishes his plate,

next to his boss chef,

when in walks a man,

wet, in red fleece, 


tapping both men on shoulders,

the man mumbling,

sadly. Slowly,

'Spare change? Anything?'


The men looked at the newcomer,

a zombie wandering in, 

the downpour leaving him soaked,

as well as the restaurant empty. 



like the plate in front of the cook,

in beanie.

The young man looks at the walk-in,


his eyes ashamed.

His speech slow, 

his face tired.

The face of defeat.


This was a man poor, 

wageless, alone.

The cook looks at the chef,

and says so quickly,


as though there was no wait,

no forethought, no consideration,

'Nah, I can't, 

but I can make you a hot plate.'


The walk-in blinked,

as though the words were re-ran

inside brain to truly comprehend,

and then there was a smile.


A smile of relief,

a smile the cook felt,

it hit him deep,

and the cook told the walk-in


to take his seat.

Walking into kitchen,

chef closely following,

just observing what he was doing.


The cook places the saucepan,

turns the flame alive,

in hand more salmon, dropped

in more white sauce,


and another plate made,

hot, steaming,

and before long was walked out,

placed in front of the walk-in. 


The cook walked away,

let the man eat,

thoughts drifting off, 

not knowing a single thing


about the man now eating 

the meal given,

not knowing his name.

The cook didn't ask.


It wasn't neccesary. 

The only real need

was to satisfy the urge to feed 

the soaked man in red fleece. 


After the fed gentleman took his leave,

and the cook had to off on feet,

he was texted; 'That. 

That's how love should be.'


It's not about exposure.

It wasn't even premeditated.

It's just about us.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

Another (random) fact about me is I like to cook ((I mean, REALLY like to)), and I actually happen to have a second job working at a local restaurant. 


As you can tell in the poem, I fed a homeless man. So, before it is just written off as "well, that was nice," take a second.

That man's face was pure defeat. You could tell, he wasn't just a man who was wandering town. This was someone in pain, who had loss. He was very queit. When he asked for change, we didn't even hear him the first time. 

When I told him I'd make him a meal, his face went from zero to sixty. His smile was so big, so genuine. 

I came out with that plate, and his eyes sparkled. I didn't see his skin color, his situation, his lack of ability to pay. I saw someone who was so grateful. That was payment enough.

Like the last stanza says, I wrote this not to bloviate anything, rather; to try to capture his appreciation, the moment. I won't forget it. 

I will Pursue You

I will pursue you,

As the cricketers chase runs,

Like a policeman looks for the criminal,

In the same way I will follow you too.


It is not that I am your supporter,

It is not that I am a hijacker,

It is not that I am a psycho,

It is only that I am a lover!


Yes I am frantically in love with you,


I will not stop till I win your heart, you know!

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তোমার নাম জপে জপে

ইমানদার বান্দা তসবিহ হাতে আল্লাহ্‌র নাম জপে যেমন,

মনে আমার আসে ফিরে ফিরে তোমার নাম তেমন,

তুমি রও যেথায়, যতদূর,

কাবাঘর প্রদক্ষিণরত হাজির মত মন আমার তোমার আশেপাশে করে ঘুরঘুর!



তোমায় একদিন না দেখলে,

বুক আমার শ্মশানঘাটের মত জ্বলে,

এ কথার কথা নয়,

আমার প্রতিটি কোথায় সত্য লুকিয়ে রয়!


জানি না কভু বধূ হিসেবে তোমায় পাব কি না পাশে!


তবু ক্ষতি কি উড়াই যদি আশার ফানুশ মন আকাশে?

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Hey you

hey you..
I've thought about you for days, especially
when the rain is now and damn how I would love for you to be
here next to
me. your hug will be the cure for my trembling winter nights.
thought about the way you look and the way you stare at me... that stare

was 1 of the things that made me fall in love. I've thought about how

everytime I blink I'll just see ur smile. o man how I love your smile.
about our future enter my mind constantly and I can't stop
thinking about the
lonely life I've been living without you. I see every
else happy but me, I
have so much negativity surrounding me and I can't
wait for the days when you
jus say 'baby it will all be ok' and just knowing you'll say that, will make everything
better. hey you have I ever told u you
take my breath away when you call me
baby..well you do. all the guys I
have thought I loved are nothing compared to
you. breakups and pain were
all I felt before you, but now all of that is long
gone. no more tears
for me and I thank u for that.  just knowing your perfect
for me in each
and every way, drives me crazy. your height your lips the way I
after every kiss. your just so right, I love everything about u, ur just

my type. I want u 2 be my man so badly, I need to be your lady. I need
here now, I can't take this pain daily. just shadows of ur figure is
all I
see. I can't pinpoint who u are but I know for sure you are the one. I
can't wait
till the day you meet my parents and you are the only guy they
actually will ever
like, your mom will see her little boy is in love, and
she'll hug me thankin gme
for making you happy. hey you, my hands awaits
yours..come fill the empty spaces
that are calling your name.. I can't
wait for our endless text messages of just
smiley faces, jus reassuring
each other that we miss each other so much. I
want to go 2 sleep with u
on the phone, I kno it'll make me giggle when I hear the
little noises you
make as your slowly falling asleep. I kno I'll love them so
much. the
aches in my heart when u won't b near me will kill me, but I know wen
look at our pictures together I know that everything will be ok. hey u
u know you are always on my mind. I am cry knowing ur far away from me.
I hate
the songs they play on the radio becuz I can't relate to them
without u. you'll
make my life so much better. I love how u understand me and
you know jus wat to
say. I can fuss like I always do, but I kno you'll always
shut me up wit your
kisses. it is amazing how much I need u so, and u just
don't know.  hey you, love
of my life, wen will I ever meet you. it's been
19 years and I can't take it
anymore. I need you to ease my pain and to
call me your girl. I kno we are
perfect for each other and we belong
together, do you? my heart skips a beat
jus thinking of the day we will
finally meet... I see you.. layin down in bed
right now jus watching tv,
going on with ur life, but did u know that I need you
noww, badly.. in the
future you won't understand what the slightest sight of
your shadow will
do to me .....but if you be with me jus know you'll live a love
that others
can only dream of.. hey you, u are the love of my life... and I
wait till the day we finally meet

Author's Notes/Comments: 

today is 9-29-2015 funny thing is that I am 23 years old now and have been with the love of my life for 4 years and 4 months. (4-2-11) I look back on this poem and I wrote it in december 2010 (so sorry for the way I wrote the words even some might be mispelled but it is original which is what I love.) I actually found him, true love exists! go find your other half. We met on BBM (blackberry) after I was trying to delete my 800+ i saw his picture and wrote "you are handsome" after that destiny did it's thing! we live together , love each other more and more everyday. I look back and i get goosebumps because this poem is exactly for him. life is crazy

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Fallen Angel


Beloved, where are you leading me

And why are you trying to entice me

To experience the fruits of the Earth?


How much longer shall our souls 

Twist and turn upon this rocky path

Before we can dance the dance divine?


You look at me with your soul’s eyes

And all I see is the flame in your heart;

As your lips meet mine, the fire consumes me

As it snakes through my veins

Igniting the flame in my own heart.


But I dare not let it stay there

Lest you learn the secrets that I hold.

We are from different worlds

But we were drawn together

By an inner force that we could not deny.


My freedom has gone  

I stayed here too long!

My body is bound by the chains of materiality

And now I cannot escape the Spirit of Love

As he takes deadly aim.


I shudder as I feel the arrow pierce my heart

But with soft fingers, my beloved removes it

And heals the wound with his kisses.

And as the vibrations throb through my body

He places a lock upon the chains.


Am I to be the eternal prisoner of Love?

A slave to the ecstasy running through my body?

Halt for a moment, my love.

My heart is weary, let me rest.

Let me find the key to unlock these chains.


As my love sleeps, I probe his mind

And discover the key hidden in a sacred centre.

At last I can unfold my wings!

Because freed of theses chains

I remember who I am. 


You have a choice, Beloved.

Will you ascend with me to the stars

And let me help you remember your heavenly home?

Or are you going to stay here on earth

And forever tread the wheel of rebirth?


Lynette Asmar


Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this poem about ten years ago after a metaphysical encounter.