The Poetry of Emme
This is a website for me to post my poetry so it's all in one spot!
About Emme
I am a 28 year old poet that loves to write about the many emotions of my life. From love to loss to kink, I love to write about it. I hope that I can evoke some emotions in you through my poetry, as that is the goal of my works.I've been writing since high school, and have been through many eras of topics. I wrote quite a lot of poetry 2018-2023 until the passing of my partner, Dylan, but have recently been picking it back up again.I try to let my personality shine through in my works. Not all of it is factual, but not all stories need truth to make you feel. Please enjoy the journey.
I have sorted my poetry into different topics and eras for you to pick and choose which you would like to read. This will of course be expanded.
Love poetry to and from Dylan
Dylan was a partner of mine that passed from brain cancer in 2023. We knew each other since we were young and were officially a couple from 2018 until he passed. This is a collection of works we wrote back and forth to each other. I want to publish these to keep his memory alive. His words deserve to be read, and he encouraged me to share my works while he was alive, so I am honoring his wishes.My works will be in this standard font while his works will say "by Dylan" and will be italicized like this to distinguish between us. I will begin with the first poem I wrote to him, and then go in chronological order.
Yeehaw
by EmmeIt’s high noon, and we’re squaring up to duel.
10 paces each. 1-2-3… Turn. Draw. Bang.
You shoot me with your words, oh so brutal.
I feel them deep in my heart with a pang.“Will you be the yee to my haw? The cow
To my boy? The bucka to my roo? The
Gun to my holster? The field to my plow?
The horse to my hay? The bee to my knee?”I grin up to the stars, filled with sweet bliss.
Feeling so very gay, I take your head
In my hands and seal your words with a kiss.
I gaze in your eyes. “A poem I read…”“When I think of my ideal buckaroo,
I can’t think of one more perfect than you.”
Bro
by DylanOh no, my bro, I see that you have been
Falling every time you try a sick trick.
My heart breaks, I see a cut on your skin.
Are you hurt, bro? Shall I kiss the raw nick?Wherever there’s hurt, my kisses will make
better. Tell me where I will make wetter.
“Oh my sweet bro, tis my soft lips that ache.
Pull me in close and kiss me all tender.”Bro, your lips are so marred. Unlike your soul,
which makes me so hard. I love you. I do.
Of all my bros, be’ng with you takes no toll.
When I think what’s perfect, I just think, “you.”All the boats searching out upon the sea
Could not find but a single fault in thee.
Li
by EmmeI lay awake at night thinking of him.
How he makes almost everything better.
Oh so smooth, he possesses perfect skin.
His aroma like delicious French dinner.He brings many of my life's greatest joys.
I can't see me living my life without
The creamy embrace of his love. The boy's
Appealing taste on my tongue eases my pout.By now I'm sure you have figured his name,
As this great love of mine is for dear cheese.
There is not one on this earth who could claim
To have such a flock he can aptly please."I am lactose intolerant," I scoff.
"If you think I should not eat cheese, fuck off."
Mornings
by DylanEvery morning I wake to call you mine
Begins again my life’s most perfect day.
Your sleepy, tired face puts me on cloud nine,
And is another reminder I’m gay.Waffles are the only reason we rouse
And leave the soft, warm embrace of our bed.
Your lovable laughter fills the whole house,
And has each day since the day that we wed.I kiss your forehead whenever you cry.
I kiss your nose just to see your cute smirk.
I kiss your cheek every time I say “Bye.”
I kiss your lips as my life’s greatest work.Every kiss is me again announcing “I do.”
I’m so happy I can spend forever with you.
Moment
by EmmeWhen our lips meet, the heavens sing for us,
And all the world stops to admire our love.
Whilst we express our soft affection thus,
Even God gives us her praise from above.Your caress is more gentle than the rain,
And more pleasant than a young kitten’s purr.
Unlike the moon, your fondness never wanes.
Like the stars, tis your brightness I prefer.All that is good 's reminiscent of you.
To dream of perfection 's to dream of thee.
The Vitruvian Man, tis you Le’ drew.
So lucky am I, of all, you chose me.All these thoughts in this moment we're alone,
Our lips part, but in my heart sits your throne.
Hands
by DylanWhen our hands are our hearts
And our fingers intertwine
We show love with our parts
And it feels so divineI’m in love with you
And I can’t even think
What more can I do
Except turn my heart pinkIt’s Valentines my dear
To my heart, you’re a plus
The best time of the year
The day is for us
Prince
by EmmeOnly headwear proper for thee: a crown.
My lips ne’er touched one more fit for a throne.
A face so pleasant, it’s earned much renown,
A man so pure, joy to call him my own.The royal court of my love, occupied
Only by thee, has ruled that you have not
A need for any suitor but me. My pride,
“Never will I earn such fondness,” I thought.But you have taken me into the gates
Of your passion and shown me tenderness,
And now thanks to our intertwining fates,
I have found my delight so effortless.My dear, in my heart, you were the one prince.
After falling in love, king ever since.
Perfection
by EmmeWhen I'm in my moments of lowest lows,
Where reality seems so far away,
And panic is all I feel in those throes,
Your warm embrace makes everything okay.Every bit of my life you touch turns gold,
Even the horrible becomes pleasant.
It truly is a marvel to behold,
How even hell, with you, becomes heaven.Forever is not even half as long
As the future I hope to spend with you.
I think of you, and I feel it so strong:
Certainty of eternity for us two.I'm far from perfect; that, all can see.
But clearly, I see, you're perfect for me.
Him
by DylanEverything he does makes me smile. I wish
Only to make him feel just the same way.
When he tells me, “I love you,” it’s pure bliss.
Just being in his presence makes me gay.A kiss brings such immeasurable joy,
Even the greatest triumph can’t compare.
It feels like a dream to me that this boy
Can handle my love with such tender care.‘Tis my life’s greatest joy to call him mine,
And for him to call me his in return.
Were he a drink, he’d be the finest wine,
And for his sweet taste, I always will yearn.Across the whole Earth there’s not one who can
Make me feel near as much love as this man.
I have written a few more somber and emotional poems to help me process grief.
Endless Night
As we go into that endless night, will we rejoice? Will we repent? Will we be relieved? Will we be remembered? Will we be met by those who went before us? Will we be reunited with those we left behind?As we go into that endless night, will there be dancing? Will there be flowers? Will we be happy? Will we be ready?Will the endless night come slowly? Or will it come suddenly? Will it come like an earthquake or will it come like a creek? Will it come like a hurricane or will it come like the puff that extinguishes a candle?As I go into that endless night, I hope to be brave. I hope that I will be loved. I hope that my love will continue on through the day without me. I hope for a lot of things as I go into that endless night. But most of all, I hope the endless night is prepared for me.
Medicine
I've been thinking a lot about my journey through mental illness. I've been thinking about where I was and where I am now. Who I was and who I am now. The people I surrounded myself with and the people in my life now. My goals back then and my goals now. My accomplishments. I've been thinking a lot.I am not secretive about the fact that I am Heavily medicated. I have bipolar disorder and schizophrenia and have landed in the hospital because of that, and not exactly landed softly. But I got through it. I've seen the blood on the walls and heard the aliens in my brain and come out on the other side a better person. I've learned compassion, empathy, and how to love imperfection.There is a philosophical question about psychiatric medication. The one in particular I have been thinking on is if the medication makes you more yourself, or more someone else. For me, I feel like a different person. I don't think the same ways as I used to, I'm not as clever and witty, I don't have the same values. I am not the same person, and I don't necessarily believe I'm the person I was meant to be, but I can say confidently that I am a better person than I used to be.The ways in which I think now are not as creative. I come to different conclusions than I would in the past. But that's okay. I like these conclusions better. Before, my thought patterns were poison. My sick brain would lead me down paths and trails that ended in fear, distrust, and sadness. Nowadays, I may not be as funny or smart, but I laugh more. I smile more often at the simple things. I no longer believe horrible things about my life and the people around me. I'm happier.I don't think my "true self" was meant to be this happy. I would self sabotage and I was constantly afraid. I was living a terrible life. The people I found myself trusting most were negative forces in my life. I was sick on the inside, and the life I was living on the outside reflected that.These days, the people in my life are good for me. They lift me up and support me in my journey. They make it worth it. I've found my life's purpose, and that purpose is to love. I love so much, so often, and so deeply. Love drives me forward. I used to think I needed to be academic and have a large impact on many people, but these days I find joy and fulfillment in loving the people closest to me and making their lives better, like they make mine.My days are simpler. I do not stress so much about making the most of my day when now simply living is enough. My accomplishments are not as grand as I dreamt, but now I dream of simpler things. I dream of making the people around me happy and to make them feel loved. I dream of being happy, myself. And I am.I am happy. I am a different person than I was, and I am happy. This is not the me in the future I imagined when I was sick, and I'm not sure that person I was would be proud of where I am now, but I know that the me I am now, is. And that's what matters, that the me in the present is happy with myself. I've come a long way, I've become a different person, a person I am now happy with, and I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.
Dylan
love is his memory
love is his smile
love he had for me
love he had for a whilehe's still here in my heart
he's still here in my brain
yes we now are apart
but i'm still not the samethank you, dear Dylan
for being with me so long
cancer is a villain
i'm so sad that you're gone
But At Least There's Free Refills
we're at the local burger place
we're sat around a table
it's a wonderful thing
to be so surrounded by those i lovemy best friend cracks a joke about a game i don't play
his boyfriend laughs really hard
he sees me not laughing and explains
then i laugh toowe do this every week
coming to the local burger place
having our milkshakes and burgers
but more importantly having each other's companythen i remember
and i say his name
the one i lost, we lost
and we all get quietwe sit there for a moment
and look at the now empty chair
the chair that used to belong to the one i lost, we lost
and no one is sure what to say nextthen my best friend awkwardly brings up a memory
of the time the one i lost, we lost,
accidentally set his dildo on fire
and we're laughing againsometimes it hurts to come here without him
to think of the life that was lost
but at least there's free refills
of drinks, but also memories