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Love is like a warm sun
And she's always my number one
And she's brightening up
My darkest days
Eternal embrace
I love you.
True Love ❤️ 😍
A gentle touch so sweet
And tender and it made
My heart skip a beat
Soft as a feather
Bringing joy and pleasure
In its warmth my worries retreat.
True Love ❤️ 😍
Wind was blowing,
Moon was glowing,
and me?
trying to see
the stars,
hiding from me.
I love stargazing, but hate it when there are not much of them......... :(
 Nov 3 Joker
Immortality
Eyes meet,
a soft glance,
then quickly away.

Fingers twitch,
but we don’t say.

A thousand words
rest on my lips,
but silence speaks louder.
These secret glances of his and mine draw me even more.
 Nov 1 Joker
Immortality
The Lily looks up,
the Moon gazes back,
both knowing well,
they will fall,
soon.
I remember the full moon last year, lighting up my terrace. The flower plant looked sooo beautiful!!
One special flower was shining exceptionally bright, its face turned up toward the moon, as if it was shyly glancing at it.
It was such a magical moment............truly inexpressible!!!
 Oct 29 Joker
Immortality
Love
 Oct 29 Joker
Immortality
Some say,
love is a curse.
Some say,
love is a blessing.

For me,
it's a spark in the dark,
reason to rise,
and be alive.
I want to meet my soulmate............. kind of naive, but still a dream........ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
 Oct 28 Joker
Sydney V
There is a melody that sings,
of a dream lost in time, with music
that fits the space  
that can’t be filled.
She is as real to you,  
as the wood in your hands
and at night, beyond the timbre of your guitar  
that murmurs melodies about a world
too many understand.
What once was elegant boulevards
in Madrid, are now  
a melodic strain  
of fleeting moments, trapped  
in colorless discontent.
This is an attempt at ekphrastic poetry, which I based of the X-ray version of 'The Old Guitarist" by Pablo Picasso. I highly suggest looking up this image, as it speaks differently than the one that is commonly known, and it may make the poem easier to understand.
 Oct 28 Joker
jay
.in french
you dont say
"i miss you"
you say
"tu me manques"
witch means
"you are missing from me"

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 Oct 28 Joker
Hummingbird
Fold me like you always have,
Run your nails to set the creases,
Shape me to the form you crave,
Bend me into the art of your wishes,

My form forever yours to toy with,
I conform to your will and desire,
Expose my surfaces, above or beneath,
I will always be there for you to admire,

I can be flexible or I can be stiff,
That depends on what you want,
I am here to help fill your rift,
The one who says you can when you can’t,

Craft that which you seek of me,
I am but your art, your origami.
 Sep 2020 Joker
Rumi
      These spiritual window-shoppers,
      who idly ask, 'How much is that?' Oh, I'm just looking.
      They handle a hundred items and put them down,
      shadows with no capital.

       What is spent is love and two eyes wet with weeping.
      But these walk into a shop,
      and their whole lives pass suddenly in that moment,
      in that shop.

       Where did you go? "Nowhere."
      What did you have to eat? "Nothing much."

       Even if you don't know what you want,
      buy something, to be part of the exchanging flow.

       Start a huge, foolish project,
      like Noah.

       It makes absolutely no difference
      what people think of you.
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