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Roxxanna Kurtz Jun 2016
You bruise me like the evening sky,
purple clouds forming on my sunset skin.
I never knew that galaxies could ache,
as fingertips trace,
the constellations of your affections.
Bb Maria Klara Jun 2015
It seems as though I no longer conceal,
the things and nothings that I feel.
I comprehend not if these be real
not if such things I can with deal.
How strange my heart was quick a steal,
and I at a loss of strength and zeal.
The blanketing warmth seems so surreal
Unserene sensations make me their meal.
I once thought my affections were steel,
but strong thick layer perfectly feel
to your way of breaking my solitude seal,
my sentiments sway, so such they kneel.
Written on the Fourth of March this year, this poem had me spitting out my emotions like a heartsick adolescent. Well, I am only 17. Basically a bunch of puppy love feels... it is my first time writing a poem with a single rhyme though.
Bb Maria Klara Mar 2015
Love me. Praise me. Fear losing me.
Tell me, if not else, that I am all you see.
Crave me. Want me, forever and always.
Make me feel important in all your able ways.
Seek me in your sleepless hours of night
or moments of bliss or tormentous plight.
Journey the roughest or smoothest of roads
Share with me, always, all of my loads.
For sometimes, I'll be right, and seldom be wrong
But still I want to be your heart's only song.
Despite subtle danger, you must be beside
Me; stay with me, my love, wherever I hide.
Remind me so often, how much me you love
As though I'm a blessing from heaven above

*For you are my blessing from heaven above.
I'll remind you, so often, how much you I love.
I'll stay with you, my love, wherever you hide.
Despite subtle danger, I must be beside,
You, who I want, you are my heart's only song.
Though sometimes you'll be right, or seldom be wrong.
I'll share with you, always, all of your loads;
Journey the roughest and smoothest of roads.
In moments of bliss and tormentous plight,
I seek you even in my hours of night.
You are so important, I show you this way.
I crave you. I want you, forever and always.
I tell you, if not else, you are all I see.
I love you. I praise you. I so fear losing you.
I just got in touch with my inner hopeless romantic. I'm hoping this poem will be the first and last whim of it.
Bb Maria Klara Feb 2015
I told you yesterday what my new motto was.
I said "Who dares, wins" and that is because
One wins because they bravely dared,
But then I realized what should have cared.

I dared to love you, but am I to win?
For you do not seem to let anyone in.
I still dare to love you, but now I do doubt,
you will not love me the I way I thought it out.

To love me, I dare you on a daily basis
Don't mind me, fine, leave me to this crisis.
You'd win me, my body, my mind and my heart.
Dare love me, you'll win more than wordy art.

I still dare to love you, to win I await.
While learning to myself bathe in hate.
I dare myself to stay and love anyway,
give at least some reason to rise everyday.

I dare you to love me, I dare me to still
Continue, pursue, as long as I will...
.....
...

I dare me to realize you won't come around,
That my love is nothing you will have bound.
I dare me to accept and live with the truth.
Find someone else in our own era of youth.

I dare me to let go, to let go of you,
If you were meant for me, I would know it true.
I dare me to pray that you find your own,
She need not be me, nor someone you've known.
A sudden change of heart for my affections. How rapid, yes? For the past years I have been writing prologues to Valentines' Days, now I write an epilogue of sorts, not quite what one would expect, but I dared, and I must have won something, anything.
tattered breath
a vicious death
of song in mourning flight,

with glory true
efforts she flew
to find lone insight.

this soul so glowed
like circus told and
living the sight of a story,

where voice began
to take me in with
freedom of longing so sorry.

solo is me
and she to flee
of always wanting,

the hope of he
from a ****** sea
of continuous parting.

a soul be found
in corner round
nor impossible a feat,

yet here am I with a
pound and so bound
to gather the frequent beat.

endless plot
a string a thought
of conscientiousness
blending so softly,

but scattered am not
when freedom is bought
with eternity brightly.

there is to be red
in thee future had
a common of was said,

probably not
for it is sought
to be different
then first sent.

fogged my impair
this tale so dare
be treated like one
such as friends,

for essence of truth
be found in groups
where laughs gasp
when troubles lack
capture a head.

a traveler am thy
to the tale of why
and wonder to
words on the fly,

so figure this pass
oh such a task
in questioning,
who is eye?

thus,

tend ramble in sky
and tattering by
to song glowed
morning bright,

but whose soul
be sold a fate
so bold as
vicious death night.
© 2002

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