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 May 2019 Babygirl
Arcassin B
By Arcassin Burnham

I've Loved You To Pieces.
Give Me Your Hand,I'll Take That.
Kisses & Hugs Made For You.
I Loved You since the beginning..
If I let you drive my car love would you bring
it back?
If I let you stay in my house, would we get attached?
What kind of questions are these?
I would question that,
What kind of message you sending to me,
girl that's a wrap,
If I let you meet grandma would you be good to her?
If I said I wanted you , tell me that we'll make
It work,
I contradict myself, because I know I want you,
I don't wanna be your hurt or a painful view...
I've Loved You To Pieces.
Give Me Your Hand,I'll Take That.
Kisses & Hugs Made For You.
I Loved You since the beginning..
©abpoetry2019

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2019/05/stellar-heart.html
 Mar 2018 Babygirl
Her
Immortal
 Mar 2018 Babygirl
Her
the moment a poet
falls in love with you

is the moment
you live

f o r e v e r
 Nov 2014 Babygirl
Patrice Diaz
mend my soul
make me whole
bring out the darkness
from within me

unfreeze my heart
tell me it's real
tell me that i'm okay
tell me that it'll all be okay
 Nov 2014 Babygirl
Skip Ramsey
I am a work...
     In progress...
          Not complete...
               But yet...
                    Not lacking...
I am a work...
     Of art...
          My beauty lies...
               Within my flaws...
                     For all to see...
I am a work...
     My triumphs and...
          My tragedies together...
               Equal partners...
                    In what I am...
I am a work...
     My past...
          My present...
               My future...
                    Together making me...
I am a work...
     My question is...
          How...
               Will you...
                    Shape me?
Will the clay ask the potter what will you make of me? (paraphrased)


A raindrop

landed upon the petal of the rose ,

lingered there  ~

refined in elegant repose.

The rose laughed

in joy

and fragrant bloom.




Then slowly,

delicately,

the raindrop slid,

until finally

it descended to the soil

in respite.



Absorbed by the earth

to the roots it would flow,

unbeknownst to the rose

still there to help it grow.




The rose

in sorrowful solitude

then looked up to the sky

from whence the raindrop came ~

its leaves held up in gratitude.

And in abundant mercy

the rain softly fell

from above.



This is Love.


“That which God said to the rose
and caused it to laugh in full-blown beauty,
    He said to my heart,
    and made it a hundred times more beautiful."
~ Rumi
 Sep 2014 Babygirl
Joe Cole
I saw the old man circling the tree trunk
Weather beaten skin, bent gnarled hands
and piercing blue eyes

He seemed to study every knot and crack
in that ancient timber

Then without a word turned and picked up hammer and chisel

The wood chips then began to fly and like confetti on the ground lie soon in heaps some ankle high

Occasionally he would stand back and look but never once a rest he took

Mallet strokes both hard and soft some from under some aloft fell there with unerring skill always busy never still

Long into the night he worked now by the light of an oil lamp and so the tree stump 'neath his hand then became a work of art

At long last he stood and turned to me and said three words " that'll do lad"

I approached to see just what he'd done and there I saw the perfect rose every petal and leaf in place the slender stems in the breeze did sway

With no plan or picture he had made the start
And created the perfect work of art.


So what is creativity? Well that's your next challenge.

No love poems because they've been done a million times. This time something unique
I decided to repost this after reading it, was going to change a few things but decided that its fine as it is
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