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poemsforthesehours · 2 months
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From Jeffrey McDaniel's book The Forgiveness Parade. (Manic D, 1998)
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victormalonso · 5 months
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Where would I be without the sea? | © víctor m. alonso
[I am a son of this planet; I was born by the sea. The milk I sucked from my mother's breast when I was a child was brackish, the same as you. I am a son of this land, of this planet that sinks into the mystery of salt in the enigmatic navigation of the waves; my blood has the same ingredients of a mother's milk, the one I told you above, the same cosmic components that have the ocean waves, or the silent and sometimes rough shore where I reflect the shape of my soul every day and every night]
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greyaugustuspoetry · 1 year
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missing you
I wish I could run
Into the grip of your arms
Once over again
But that night was my last chance
Of ever seeing you
And those wonderful eyes
Ever again
But there’s a star in the sky
On this hopeless night
And I’d like to think it’s you
Watching over me
While my eyes fill with tears
I guess I can still feel your love
In places it wouldn’t normally be
- Grey Augustus
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hauntedandwholesome · 8 months
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It’s you.
It’s always been you-
As the sun rises and sets
And also when it gives way to the moon.
When I had past lovers
It has never felt so real and true
As it does with you.
When we were apart
I found myself always thinking of you.
Desperate for your touch
And eyes of green hues.
It’s you.
It’s always been you.
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dreamingpoetry · 5 months
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Dream Girl By Inez Ruiz
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jamesandrewcrosby · 2 years
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The worst part of being home. #journal #writing #visualpoetry #visualpoem #diary #poem #poetry #love #lovepoetry #lovepoem #past #hope #breakup #memories https://www.instagram.com/p/Ch40ZidqCyn/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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soulreserve · 1 year
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Perfume
You become a    sound      that slowly leaches from my body into air with the softness of breath, a quiet keening,   an undertone   of heartache  I've always felt.
    You release  from wrinkles, from birthmarks I have known and carried. From freckles that darken in the sun.
You unsettle from the folds of my clothes   my hair     my eyes like a memory—washed      dried and fading                           fluttering outside on clothes lines.
You aren't gone    although you are dissipating     leaving in more ways than one.       The perfume of you   is still damp on poems I write with tears.
© SoulReserve 2023    
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ireadintothings · 1 year
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frans-murphy · 11 days
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I want to be loved and then also left alone
I want to hang out during the day and then isolate in the evenings
I want to be around love and not feel ignored when its gone
I dont want to share the bed sometimes
I know i am hard to love but i am still deserving of it, just as you are
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Take my heart, I give it with my soul, and from this moment, I won't trade you for world.
And from this moment, I will live for you. Until my soul ceases to be, You will be the light of my eyes.
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youreaholeinmyheart · 3 months
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victormalonso · 9 months
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en tus ojos el infinito | victor m. alonso
[en tus ojos el infinito: metáfora del rojo de tus labios]
[in your eyes the infinity: metaphore of the red in your lips]
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greyaugustuspoetry · 1 year
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you get to hate me, but i get to leave.
You get to be mad
angry at my actions
You get to ignore me
and all my pleas
You get to push me out
and leave me all alone.
But I get to let you go
and put this behind me
I get to give you up
and not be apart of a chase
I get to move on
and leave you behind.
- Grey Augustus
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rachtiouspalmer · 1 year
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I remember the thin
grass blades,
Braiding a string of promises
I gave you a kiss.
I remember you on an ancient
fallen tree,
Your bare skin was kin
to the river.
I remember whispering on the edge
of our future days and a home,
It will never be a lie
that I loved you.
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mysecretgalllery · 2 months
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@mysecretgalllery on Instagram for more little poems !!
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