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Urvashi 3d
Why lotus petals drift?
It’s impermanence’s butterfly dream.
Calmness reflects where
emotions heighten least.

When fluids run deep,
it’s only infatuation—
a dream within a dream.
Urvashi 7d
Why forgive,
yet never forgiven?
Guilty—but my mistakes
Burn like oranges in my scent,


No reversal fate to heal
In yin and yang entangled ,
Only  closing eye
and stillness—
all sea turned dry
AMAN12 Aug 19
Love Is Fireworks
A riot of color that screams across the sky,
visible from heaven but never held.
It ****** your eye, burns your sight,
etches the face into your retina like a divine warning:
"You will never see them like this again".
It's never blindness, just an overdose

Then,
Marriage turns blind
Blind to the fire you still carry.
It sees the chores, not the devotion.
It praises the schedule, not the soul.
It forgets the spark that seared your eye
and calls the ash commitment.
Marriage doesn’t ask what you feel, it assumes.
It doesn’t look, it remembers.
And memory is a poor prosthetic for vision.

Loved but still unseen
And that is the blindness
no firework could ever warn you about.
Ivan Aug 18
going without
so they don't have to
Nat Lipstadt Aug 17
inspired by
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/5120189/love-cannot-be-controlled-or-confined/
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Love is Meant……

and there, I stop…
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nnnnyup; continuing on,

this phrase
a self~sufficiency, is it not?
no conditional clause, dangling particle,
no conjunction peg upon to hang your wintered hat,
no adjacent adjective for summer's ending sadness,
no preposition to lead us to sunny places, where we search more
for nouns and pronouns, or to project/protect, in adjectives to clothe our irrationality in logic-e,
logic to define, logic to confine,
illogically
love permits one to say to another human, you mine, hu-mine,
[an aside: "you mine,' (really?)]
a preposterous prepositional insanity notion, that needs no explication,
love is meant, love is meant, love is mean, dream & yet, meant!
stadium sized. concert hall big, mini pup tent,
love is clean+***** s i m u l t a n e o u s l y

don't you see the self~sufficiency in that?

yet you still seek definition, reasoning, seasoning,
love is meant to-be bent irregular straightaway,
love is meant, to be/not, cold 'n bot, silly hot,
lover is inert, hurt, ert,(1)
love is every point of,
of a sword's length
hilt & blade,
yet ironic,
the tip alone
is a self sufficient *****,
to be full~on damaging enough to ****

to fully comprehend,
that  love is meant
needs no further modifying defying
pointless phrasal modification of explanation…
s u n d a y
(if the week did not commence with a sunday,
hu-mans would have needed to create one,
to understand,
love is meant)

4:39am
Sun Aug 10
Twenty Twenty Fidelio (5)
in a new york city frame of mine
(1). love is ERT: ''ERT" is an abbreviation with multiple possible meanings, including Emergency Response Team, Enzyme Replacement Therapy, Emotion Regulation Therapy, and Environmental Response Team. The specific meaning depends on the context in which it is used is irrelevant in matters of love; all are applicable!
(2)
to, two, too, et tu?
a nonsensical  et. al.
(3)
nope, nada, got ya, not me
(4)
six more days  to refute or replicate
(5)
The name Fidelio, originating from Italian, carries the powerful meaning of faithful. Its roots stem from the Latin word fidelis, which signifies loyalty and trustworthiness.
Riz Mack Aug 17
She sits still in a corner
He juts in to the room
White butterflies adorn her
He carries darkest doom


She keeps her feelings hidden
He knows of them and sighs
She cowers as was bidden
They both eye up her thighs


She loves those undeserving
Ignoble hands, he grasps
She holds his gaze unnerving
He takes without an ask


She mounts a throne of wounding
He spouts a light impure
She counts the nights in bruising
His will to shape contours


She bathes herself in shadow
He takes with him the light
She dreams it a fandango
He lets her think she's right


She makes her home the corner
He makes her house a hell
She smiles inside her torpor
He knows she'll never tell
RobbieG Jul 25
Within the brain
Amidst the pain
Frequencies fade
Signals lost

Within the heart
Amidst the pain
Messages fade
Signals caught

Between the two
Amidst the pain
Thoughts fade
Signals gone

Within the soul
Amidst the pain
Decisions fade
Signals torn

Within my life
Amidst my pain
Life fades
Signals ignored

Lost between three
Past, present and future
Stuck in the middle
forever between the two

Trauma, trauma, trauma
Self defense mechanisms
Insecurities and flaws
Mental disadvantages

To put in simple terms
Feelings form into words
Confusion the product
The solution yet to be discovered

“I keep looking”
Growth, admittance, understanding my brain reacts differently than my heart , it creates confusion and leaves me hanging, my gut knows… but does it? Hope as I keep searching for answers
You are the black tulip,
In a field of warm colors.
Slender, atop the hill,
You drew me in.
With petals shining in light of moon,
From the start I knew,
You were a dangerous beaute.
I dove in anyways,
Into your inky waters.
Where your roots wrapped around me,
Keeping me in your whispers,
Torment as I tried to swim.
I know you lied,
When we would say goodbye,
If this is how you treated the man you loved,
Do you really love at all?
Inspired by a piano piece, constructed by love. She's glad it ended because of the things I did, I'm glad it ended because of the things she does.
Ivan Jul 1
coming after you...
there is nowhere to hide!
Charles May 29
I gave too much and now you're gone
slowly and slowly I'm more withdrawn
trying to pickup what was once me
love you still you tore me to pieces
but I am trapped and I have no choice
in a crowd of people the noise is silent
you're a tyrant when I'm not around
telling your friends that I'm a clown
you torn down my confidence, my self-esteem
and yet when I sleep I still see you in my dreams
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