Feel Alive

Alex PB


Notice of absence from Alex PB
Writin' more and more poems is my job,
I shall write when Shakespeare is back.

I want the sun to shine its light on me, as harsh or soft as it likes,

I want to hear the sound of the Maltese shore carressing my inner ears,

I want to be under the moonlight, with a glass of wine, 

And a never ending feeling that there's more time,

I want to hear the sweet talk of a beautiful lady bird,

I want the inner weavings of its voice to seduce me,

I want to be loved by the same person who didn't love me,

To feel the despair and cravings in my body as I can't have what I want,

I want to be able to fly between the birds,

Feel the wind brush against my skin and wings,

I want to love in a way a man has never loved before,

And to feel alive as if she never let me go.

  • Author: APB (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 4th, 2026 07:53
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 14
  • Users favorite of this poem: sorenbarrett
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  • Thomas W Case

    This lands hard—hungry, unflinching, and alive. You can feel the want in every line.

    • Alex PB

      I thank you for your kind words

    • sorenbarrett

      This poem flies above the clouds and opens them for the sun to shine through. It reveals the brightness of hope and desire that grows into a dream. A lovely write and a fave



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