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dabiconcordia · 4 months

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Love

Take the perfume of the rose, Take the gentlest breeze that blows, Take the sweetest of your dreams, Take the sparkling mountain streams, Take the honey from a flower, Take the warm midsummer shower, Take the songs the angels sing, Take the clearest bells that ring, Take the sweetest voice you've heard, Take the warble of a bird, Take the brightest star that shines, Take the odor of the pines, Take the joy of lover's kiss, Take a peep at perfect bliss, Take the sparkle of a gem, Take, I say, take all of them; Everything I've named above, And they spell the one word, "LOVE." by E. F. Hayward

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myowndoriangray · 13 days

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from my poem “a stuffed wild animal”

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uaravsh · 6 months

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"Even before I was touched, I belonged to you;

you had only to look at me."

- Louise Glück, from the Poems 1962-2012 ; "The Burning Heart" (@uaravsh )

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gamktheonion · 9 months

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forever

Maybe the word forever

Wasn't meant for people

For places

Relationships

In a world so unstable

Nothing can be so concrete

Even a word

Even an idea

Only memories can carry

The immutability of affection forever

-gamk

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nomorekillingbutterflies · 1 year

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what are we going to do now?

with all this wasted love, I mean. we can continue being backseat lovers, continue watching the night sky and wishing for better times to lie ahead of us. are we going to consist of more than formidable conversations between shadows and seasonal kisses? whatever we’ll be, I will always look at the stars, desperately hoping to find a piece of me and you within them. and I will never stop holding my breath out of fear that when I exhale, a little bit of your love could leave. maybe next time, all drunk and sentimental, I will confess how I’ve seen all the planets and stars but still, the definition of beauty is you, my love.

- e.f

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naeemajusthasthoughts · 2 months

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I know that there is nobody

at times, I try not to let it get to me

my unspoken truths

lies beside me and

the only silence is the beating

of this torn heart.

It speaks of the misery

lost in the tomes

higher than the mountains of my own creating,

I sometimes found peace

in those many moments and

whisper the wishes

lost to me, as I walk

a path only I could see

imagining a place

that puts flowers to shame.

But those moments are rare and

I have only my heart to bare,

though, I know what's left of it

pieces of the truth

left inside this torturous mind,

that there is nobody and

I cannot bring myself

to make peace with it this time.

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mikushimada · 4 months

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(a poem about a love that cannot be started)

I threw up words of affirmation

Just to see them in paper layin'

All because of those exchanged glances

And how he would never take chances

To write a perface for this unstarted story in affection

Our town is faded into nothings color

Stealing everything we can be, you plunder

I'm an artist with a brush bathed in revolution

Wishin' to free you from a lawless land within

A Mayor sayin' you & I live in different towns, forever

And that's how it goes...

☆ Written by me ☆

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poetrybynoone · 9 days

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i-indigo · 24 days

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The Girlhood of Hating Yourself

Oh how I miss my only problem being

The mirror;

Those days

I counted with your love.

I couldn't stand

To look at myself,

Like how now you can't stand

Me.

And while I'm now glad

To look at my reflection,

I can't

Stand,

Not counting with your love.

I guess I now look

How I always wanted,

But I still hate my body

Because it is not close

To yours.

I hate it:

Why would I be comfortable with this version

That you hate?

I suppose I look good naked,

But it is nothing

Compared to the nude

That my heart is in

Your hands.

I look better in reflections now,

But the problem is still the mirror;

It doesn't reflect you

By my side.

My younger self

Would have given everything to look like I do.

And I

Would give anything

To be that young again;

I would choose

To hate my body again

If that meant

I could love you.

X.

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allmothsdied · 3 months

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My love song...

.

When I'm laying like this, naked in your arms,

So little against you, so tiny and vulnerable

And it smells like sex in here

While tram ride not far from our windows making so much noise

And the walls are paper thin

When you pull me even closer and hold me so tight and so damn gently,

and you kiss tip of my nose and our faces can't be closer

And it smells like you, everything

And people getting out of tram not far from this room making so much noise

And the walls are paper thin

When your fingers run through my hair and it feels so good

And you're smiling and your smile feels like from another world

And it smells like a fucking hope

And the wind in the trees in front our windows making so much noise

And the walls are paper thin

When your cum's running down my thighs and mess sheets on hotel room bed

And my head rest on your chest, I feel your heart beat

And it smells like love in here

And everything's making so much noise but we hear nothing, it's just you and me

And the walls are paper thin

When it feels like touching fucking stars to put my hands on your face

And your skin is so warm... I've found my home

And it smells like heaven

And we don't need so much noise, we're just laying here

And the walls are peper thin

When it's getting late and your kisses are so soft and I'm so happy, I could die happy with you

And everything's okay everything's so fucking perfect

And it smells like you and me

And we don't need words, we don't need to pretend, jsut being here

And the walls are paper thin

When you I'm laying safe in your arms, I just wanna be with you

And nothing else matters, and I see it when I look into your eyes

And I can't get enough of the smell of you

And I curse the morning that will make so much noise and take you away from me

And the walls are paper thin

But I'm happy with you

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lesweetweirdo · 1 year

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I am not a masochist

I am something worse

I'm curious

So very curious.

I'd touch the fire for the sake of knowing what it feels like to burn.

I'll let you hit me just to know how it feels like to be loved so violently.

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dabiconcordia · 3 months

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Love's Millionaire

Within my little cottage Are peace and warmth and light; And loving welcome waiting When I come home at night. The polished kettle's steaming, The snowy cloth is spread— And close against my shoulder There leans a smooth brown head! Her eyes are lit with laughter (They light the world for me) — "For how much would you sell me? Now tell me, sir!" cries she. 'Tis then I answer, somehow, Between a smile and tear, "Not for all the gold in Klondike! The gold in Klondike, dear!"

When the cosy tea is over, With many a frolic fond, I sit and read my paper; And from the room beyond I hear the clink china, The tread of nimble feet, And broken bits of singing That somehow ripple sweet. I hear a rush and rustle Behind my easy-chair; Short, chubby arms enclasp me And choke me unaware! Into my arms is tumbled A crinkled, golden head, A ball of fluffy whiteness That ought to be in bed. She asks her mother's question— I kiss the answer clear; "Not for all the gold Klondike; The gold in Klondike, dear!"

In dim and dusky office I dig my bits of gold; I suffer not with hunger, Nor perish with the cold. My nuggets needs be tiny (I dig them with a pen), But the Yukon's golden gravel I leave for other men. by Florence May Alt

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siliconpoems · 1 year

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aseelayelia99 · 5 months

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This poem’s inspiration was the writing prompt: unrequited love. I apologize for its sad ending in advance.

Watching Her

I know I should stay away but my heart is terrible at measuring distance.

I know I should look away but I can’t help it.

I stand in the alleyway waiting for the right time to step into the light.

I write to you with invisible ink and hope that you have a magical flashlight.

I watch you kiss her cheeks and stay up all night texting her.

I watch as you personalize smiles for her and wonder if she feels it too.

I watch you memorize her and wonder if you knew me the way you know her.

I see the two of you dancing in the rain while I am in the shadows dry.

I watch you with her and feel your fingertips through her hair pass through me.

I know I should pass you by but you haunt my every night.

I reach out but my fingers don’t land anywhere.

I linger faraway untouched with my toughest parts six feet under.

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gamktheonion · 1 year

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I’m a disappointment

I’m a mistake

I’m useless

Weak

I add nothing to anyone

Why does anyone want me around?

Fake

All fake

Nobody cares about me

Even I don't care about myself anymore

Honestly, I just cry out of frustration

Frustration for who I can never be

Frustration for the life I'll never live

Will I ever be able to forgive you?

I don't know, but today

You are dead to me

-gamk

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nomorekillingbutterflies · 1 year

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I won’t go anywhere

I wont go anywhere. you pull me closer to your chest and I ask myself if my body could break when you would hold it tight enough. will I ever get used to being loved in all the right ways?

tell me about your day, tell me about how the midnight sky made you think about the sparkle in my eyes when I talk to you, tell me about how the flowers on your neighbours balcony made you stand outside in the pouring rain because it made you think about how much you miss loving me in summer. I wont go anywhere. tell me you will stay. tell me about how our love will last.

the only hands I want to touch me are yours. will I ever get used to being held this gentle? to be touched and hugged by hands and arms other than mine? my head is lying on your chest and I can feel my heart taking root in my body. almost like it has finally found peace. when you look into my eyes, I can feel hundreds of butterflies pounding against my rib cage, begging to be let out to build a home within your heart and soul. you seem to love me by daylight, not only on midnights and fridays, you seem to love me, body and soul. when you touch me, I start to wonder if heaven exists and maybe there is a god and maybe I am worthy of grace, and maybe my prayers to be saved are the reason you love me as if it was your religion. within you, I discovered something I don’t even have a name for. I won’t go anywhere. I see your smile and think about how sometimes not even eternity will be enough. I will keep on searching for you across every lifetime. I won’t go anywhere.

- e.f

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