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 589° 
onlylovepoetry
a love letter in the sand


she implores me at my weakest,
early morn, when sleep and sorrow
yet linger on my eyelids and dreamt stories
still have not been replaced by the careworn,
life’s erasures that ***** sparks of creativity

write me a love letter, a forever composition,
resistant to aging, time and weathering, a poetics
stamped with a maker’s mark, a signet, a hallmark
to our love that will be read unceasingly, a party to eternal
preserve our sharing, under glass, in paint, in this ink,
in this atmosphere

deny not my request, for it is holy tinged, reddish singed,
the best of us to become immortalized,
for all other lovers to follow, in garden planted,
a peony’s blooming upon request, whenever needed,  
be ready seeded, to salve and save, to be given and gotten,
in a single act jointed

no matter if our names brown edge to faded,
our love revived when it is voiced, witnessed, taken,
our love refreshed upon renewal by others eyes, lips, sensations,
make it an oath, a promising, combining our combination,
bless it for everyone, to be a blessing, a dressing of loving


poet rose from prone, our templar bed, bathed his face,
bid his woman, follow, her bidding to be won, for this now
is the moment precise that such a need be immediacy met,
a task such, cannot be denied, temporized, delayed by delicacy,
a challenge so eloquently stated, must be instantly sated

to the sandy beach I took her, for she would be the first witness
to her creation, her inspirational must become perpetual,
with forefinger in the sand drew the words she had chosen,
for in every respect, he gave grandeur, preservation worthy, now encapsulated as “I will be yours forevermore”


“how can this be eternal, in minutes, the tides arrival,
it’s erasure a certainty” she laments...

not true, I soothed, the tide will take each grain of our anthem,
with our bodies ash, to every seventh corner, where lovers gather,
to be rewritten, melded together, soft spoken unison,
spreading our tale, forevermore...

it will take 100 years for a single grain to cross the ocean,
and then, when all are as one, as we begun, this day,
our love letter in the sand perpetual
10/16/19
 520° 
BeHappy
I sit in warmth,
And watch,
Through the foggy window
At the white, powdery night,
An occasional orange light
Streaks by, not far above,
And I sit, listening,
To the soft humming of an engine.
 510° 
larni
just because i make other people happy
doesn’t necessarily mean that i am happy myself.
but what it does mean is that i am willing to
sacrifice my personal emotions for the best
interests of the people surrounding me.
 250° 
Alex Teng
Falling in love is easy,
Staying in love is not.
 220° 
Quinn Adaire
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
The words flit past my lips
Like a butterfly

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
I bid you adieu
I’ll see you next time

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
My leaving grows nigh
Goodbye!
 220° 
A M Ryder
Just as perfect
As the music is painful
They took their time
Piece by piece
Placing every star
Casting out the constellations bright
And you alike
To the furthest reaches
But never too far
These perfect points set
So you never forget who you are
 210° 
Francisco A Ojeda
The moment it happens
Where one stands there still
Their body rigid and exacting
With the world unaware

Inside them a tempest raging
Spun skies split by strikes
Of flashes loudly announcing
Earth breaking under their feet

Neither their mouth or voice
Foretells of a soul screaming
Failing to keep together
A heart from tearing apart

Yet with tears of grief
One can only walk away
So no one would notice
A consuming loss therein

As slow as one could leave
So does the heart tumble
A downfall far inside them
Forever seems a dark abyss
 182° 
Dennis Willis
All of us
making our waves
carefully or not
need to be felt
welcomed
or stopped clearly
with ought
 180° 
Anastasia
Gold doesn't mean anything
Compared to you
Get rid of shiny things
And start anew
Gold can't compare
to your sapphire eyes
Over and over
too many tries
To get your love
Even gold isn't enough
to replace your touch
Golden roses
can't replace
your petal soft lips
So close
Almost touching my fingertips
Gold doesn't mean anything
compared to your silky skin
Please don't run away
Just let me in
All the gold in the world
Could never buy my love for you
 161° 
T R S
Golden Hips.
Sealed with silver, molten edges.

Electrum lips.
Beckoned whips into searing sintered sedges.
I hate this poem The more folks that like this, the more basal of knowledge I find out what my audience is. My garbage 2 poem stanzas clearly appeal to those who love themselves but prefer not to read.
 137° 
Edward
I did my best , to have that special love.
I did my best, but it seem to never work.
My marriage was really never meant to be.
Two broken lonely people falling together.
Then the soul-mate her and I were not to be.
I know what God was telling me all along.
That I was meant to single my whole life.
He put so many people that care about me.
In my life, to love me and for me to love them.
With his unconditional love, yes Lord I see it now.
Sept.12.19 //letters that won’t be sent to you

You took my breath away
Every time you got close to me
So close
I could hear your sweet words
Close to my ears

The last thing you took from me
Was trust
For now I shall search for trust
And keep it to myself
 123° 
Nat Lipstadt
Oh Eliot, Poor Eliot, Your Fans Hung You in the Closet and I'm Feelin' So Sad^

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here a dollar, there a fiver, a coupon for free chips,
worthy of somebody’s eternal gratitude,
that would be you,
da Duke, Duke of York

the largest online free poetry site,
a million visitors a day, why you must be
the richest poet online billionaire, right?
you,
da Duke, Duke of York and

occasional poet...

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keep them up and running round the clock,
using only alternative energy,
like the unceasing sun in merry old England!

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instead of giving up on us,
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clause to the FAQ’s,
that our lives must deal with the hiccup
occasional

you, da Duke, Duke of York,
newly now, an appointment royale as Major General,^^
you, the very model of a modern major general
possessing information vegetable, animal, mineral and
technical,
who knows the Queens  of England,
maybe now is telling tales of your heroics with the hordes of
poetical
hysterical
occasional

and
when you have a moment spare,
a haircut, please.

no, that is not a request, naturally

<>

10/19/19
Noontime NYC
natalino
^^Messers Gilbert and Sullivan

^ Oh Dad, Poor Dad,
Hung You In The Closet and I’m Feeling So Sad
By Arthur Kopit
Jonathan
Well, I made it out of lenses and tubing. The lenses I had because Ma-Ma-Mother gave me a set of lenses so I could see my stamps better. I have a fabulous collection of stamps, as well as a fantastic collection of coins and a simply unbelievable collection of books. Well sir, Ma-Ma-Mother gave me these lenses so I could see my stamps better. She suspected that some were fake so she gave me the lenses so I might be...able to see. You see? Well sir, I happen to have nearly a billion sta-stamps. So far I’ve looked closely at 1,352,769. I’ve discovered three actual fakes! Number 1,352,767 was a fake. Number1,352,768 was a fake, and number 1,352,769 was a fake. They were stuck together. Ma-Mother made me feed them im-mediately to her fly –traps. Well... (He whispers.) one day, when Mother wasn’t looking...that is, when she was out, I heard an air-plane flying...somewhere, far away. And I ran outside to the porch so that JI might see what it looked like. The airplane. With hundreds of people inside it. Hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of people. And I thought to myself, if I could just see...if I could just see what they looked like, the people, sitting at their windows looking out...and flying. If I Could see...just once...if I could see just once what they looked like...then I might...know what I-what I... (Slight pause.) So I...built a telescope in case the plane ever...came back again. The tubing from and old blowgun (He reaches behind the bureau and produces a huge blowgun, easily a foot larger than he Mother brought back from her last hunting trip to Zanzibar. The lenses were the lenses she had given me for my stamp. So I built it. My telescope. A telescope so I might be able to see. And... (He walks out to the porch.) and...and I could see! I could! I COULD! I really could. For miles and miles I could see. For miles and miles and miles! Only...
You take the time to build a telescope that can sa-see for miles, then there’s nothing out there to see. MA-Mother says it’s a lesson in Life. [Pause] But I’m not sorry I built my telescope. And you know why? Because, I saw you. Even if I didn’t see anything else, I did see you. And...and I’m...very glad.
Typed by: Jeremy Mash 2-16-06
 106° 
Kafka Joint
It stands to reason,
That there must be
Last tomatoes of the season.
But I love them so much,
I can't bear seeing them go like this.
The more that you read the bible daily.
The more that God reveals to you also.
The stronger Spiritual you will become.
You all are always in all of my prayers.
That you all become Great Mighty Warriors.
That you all shall always become Over comers.
That you shall always be and stay blessed.
That your Light shall shine like the sun above.
That when you battle darkness you shall win.
For you shall over come when you speak scriptures.
 96° 
Didda
I learned to trust
From the boys with the heart-eyed smiles
Who told me I was funny
And then waged war
ive only ever learned what not to do
 83° 
Steve
Because the earth’s round
Doesn’t mean it’s  having a ball.

Because waves crash
Doesn’t mean that they aren’t in control.

Because the sea is deep
Doesn’t mean that it’s thoughtful

Because land meets the sea
Doesn’t mean that they agree

Because you float my boat
Doesn’t make me the captain.
Five little ten worders to ponder.
 83° 
Naive girl
Slimy green scales

Slithering around

You squeeze and you squeeze

Until the life fades from my eyes

You leave me for dead, then open your Bible

While I lie on the ground, praying for survival
 72° 
Zywa
Loneliness, leaking

away from me, thin desire --


for the lowest point.
Collection "Between where"
 69° 
Lilly F
he speaks my name as if it's a soft prayer
that would bring heaven down to earth


©L.F.
 67° 
Matt Shaw
I don't want to get another job
I dont want
To be part of the machine

I'll just walk out again
 65° 
patty m
Ancient rose, seeped in red fire
an enchantress of love, spreading desire
petals of velvet caress so divine
more intoxicating than ruby red wine.
The lure of her magic
a forever strain
puts love into hearts and excites the brain.
But it's the Poppy those in Olympus revere
losing their sight in her haze
never seeking out the rose so sincere
but keeping her hidden away in a maze.  
Yet lovers would seek her trailing vine
and taste her petals sweet as wine
spending hours beneath her bower.
So the jealous Gods encased her in thorn
so any who came would come to great harm;
stabbing vicious deep and quick
a poisonous ***** that made men sick.
Still lovers wept and sought her spell
for marriages that turned out well
and love that lasted beyond forever
until they crossed the bridge of never
look back, no lack of trust thus
they loved her still when laid in shade
no drop of sun, until her petals fell, everyone.
Then blackbird clouds encased the skies
and the couples joined in plaintive cries ;
All were terribly sad, and worried their marriages
might turn bad.  Hearing this plaintive wail
the Gods began to turn tail, and sent down one
to bring some sun to the forest of thorn.
The sun's warm rays touched sweet vine,
bestowing blessings so sublime, soon thorny forest
did retreat, turning into gardens both tranquil and sweet
and rain did fall in gentle patter, while birds chirped
and squirrels scampered and chattered.
Rain moistened roots beneath dry soil,
softened the earth and ended the pall.
The vine so withered came to life
renewed in spirit and free from strife.
Then petals sprouted and people shouted
as roses multiplied, soon even the shyest
hearts fluttered like turtle doves
when couples touched and fell in love .
The enchanted rose free at last,
smiled down at all that came to pass,
with rosebuds sprouting everywhere,
maidens wore them in their hair and men in their lapel
and all were blessed with happiness,
by the rose who wished them well.
 64° 
Akshay
These words are for me,
For I'm the one who's hurting,
I'm just healing myself.
I often wonder why we can't understand other's poems sometimes, but deep down it is the one who writes it knows the value of it.
 57° 
Andrew
Of all the possible infinities
I melt beneath your stabilities
The stars and more
Like leaves in fall like
Shorter days and sleep
I know the cough of love
Sick and resilient
Your weaker sides
Aspen, juniper cedar.
 56° 
Krissy
There is a beast snoring in my chest
And like an unwanted pest
It has made itself a little nest

For the beast it matters not
Who or what it devours,
It will abuse its power
And leave chaos behind it

Nothing and no one
Will ever come above it
Because for the beast it matters not
If and when it abuses its power

There is a beast roaring in my chest
And like an unwanted guest
It is here to deprive me of my rest
 56° 
Traveler
Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
  Not a single!
Explanation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim
Hay
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect
I love you all!!
 55° 
yasmin
Because sometimes,
paper is the only one
who listens.
 54° 
Somon
If forever
Meant
a minute
Spent
with you,
I'd spend
every second,
Wishing
for two.
 54° 
Marcella Faye
Sometimes,
I numb the pain
Just to feel normal
All over again.
 50° 
eli
today,
I wore it again
and people complimented me
they say red is my color
and it suits me.

today,
it's too thick and dark
did I overapply
no, it's the right amount
just enough
to make them think
I'm fine.

today,
I look at myself
in the mirror,
and they're right
red shines on me,
so I applied
another layer,
and another
until my lips felt too thick,
but my eyes still see
the scars beneath it.
 50° 
IrieSide
Dear love,
we're on track
to paradise
Make me thy beautiful Queen, my God and all the Heavens shall tremble when I breathe.
Bring your kiss and Holy Word; let it wound my swoon of love.
I am thy ultimate fighter and warrior.
Thy angels offer me thy precious gifts.
The balms of rose beautify me.
Since I was born I had on my lips thy unique words.
 46° 
Gaby Comprés
iloveyou,
you say, tangling up the three words in one breath.
i love you more, i tell you.
no, iloveyoumore, you say.
i love you more than bees love flowers, i say,
and you tell me that bees love pollen
and that youlovememore.
but i love you,
more than bees love flowers and yes, pollen
and i love you more than birds love to sing
more than wishes love stars
more than dreams love sleep
i love you more
than grass loves rain
and rain loves the earth
and the earth loves trees
and the trees love the wind.
i love you more
than sunflowers love sun,
more than the sun loves the sky,
more than the sky loves blue,
more than blue loves the sea.
i love you
ilove you
iloveyou like youloveme.
 45° 
Alina Martel
You are the definition
of a bad habit
But unlike biting my nails
Peeling the skin off my lips
or fidgeting until my joints crack
It takes much more
than 21 suns
21 moons
21 earth-breaking
Painstaking
Days
To get rid of you
From: Love
 44° 
last rainy night
your eyes still look familiar
but the looks they give me now are foreign
 44° 
Donna
Life goes by so quick
Got to enjoy good days and
deal with the bad days

❤️
Make the most of your good happy days and just have to somehow get through the not so good days **
Life’s experienced x
 43° 
Nina
I got myself tattoed
On the places
You used to leave
Love bites on


The bitter sweet marks
I wish i could relive
But has already come to an end
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