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Robert Dec 2024
“Would You die for me” she asked him, standing In the snow on a cold december night. Light blared from the busy festival tents that surrounded them. His reply was in a soft tone, and warm like a fireplace. “I'd say yes, but I'd be lying, I'd say I'd pull my heart out, but that too would be a lie. See my love, to die for you would be selfish,  and I'm not selfish.“ Her smile faded as he spoke his piece in the snowy air, “but I'd live for you” he said, taking her hand. "I'd spend my days spreading your name like a deity ready to worship, and if no one did, I'd worship you enough to compensate”. Silence fell between them, for a moment it was just the two of them, she finally spoke “i like that answer”.
It's not really a poem, but I thought it sounded good when I wrote it.
Robert Dec 2024
Oh love to this still beating heart of mine.
The sight of you makes me eager.
Your voice and beauty intertwine.
The gaze of my eyes yet to linger.

As you walk my way, it must be fated.
The sway of your hips, ever enticing.
As your waltz-like steps reach me and my lip elated.
The time, ever still with personal silence, you're the only one I am hearing.

Your hand grasps mine, and you pull me to dance.
As we move, spinning and swaying, all worry leaves.
Within that moment, two souls,  giving love a chance.
Robert Dec 2024
I and my ravens waltz on top of a roof late at night. The cool busuling breeze blows as we sway. Every step, every move, is set in time, like the drum in its line. Slowly, ever slowly we dance, inching closer to the god forsaken ledge. When all at once, like fate had interjected. I see a sultry, saint, sparrow, its wings white as snow. The time seems to freeze as it bellows close to me. With talons  so gentle, unlike the ravens black feet, It guides me away from the fated ledge. Then as quick as she came, the mundane, melancholy Of time returns, leaving me in defeat. And with the metronome of madness, a song begins to play unsweetened, and I and my ravens rinse and repeat.
Robert Dec 2024
Broken, a dove lay.
Crimson blood stains her wings red.
Surly love was the cause.
Robert Dec 2024
Dear, humanity

     I, Death, will make a human realize the value in life. Not the symbolic items you hold dear to you. Humans as a species see value in all the wrong places. You hover over bought items and how many expensive things you have. Let me ask you, death to human, what will you do? What will you do when you're on an operating table barely sustaining life? What will you do when you stop breathing in the middle of the night in the beautiful luxury home you bought.
    If you don't know the answer my friend, then allow me to tell you, it's nothing. Whether it's the operating table, your luxury home, or in a back alley on a cold night. Whether you're rich or poor, young or old, sad or happy, I'll always come for you in the end. Your precious items you hold most dear will not save you and they will not come with you. That is when you will see, that the value of life is not being rich or having expensive things, I find that the people that are happier at my doorstep than any are the ones without.
     So if I ever let you have a second chance to live this life, don't squander it on imputant items. Spend your days wisely, do mingful things, and help your fellow humans. Cause in the end while you're breathing your last breaths of air the ones you make bonds with will be there for you.

                                               Sincerely: Death
Robert Dec 2024
Yonder the sweet dove flies on straight and true. Its destiny is unknown, but with curiosity it tracks on. Through fluffy Clouds, across belowin seas, and above sultry meadow. The dove keeps soring till finaly, the day comes, where he lands his two feet back on his old nest where he first took flight.
I don't know if you'd consider this a poem, but it sounded good in my head.
Robert Oct 2024
If Angel's would walk and devils could fly, maybe they'd come together, meet one another in the sky. Mabey through poems  and sonnets they'd sort their differences. The ones who fell would retell how it felt to crash while the ones who didn't, would listen. Their sweet melodies would flow through the trees, touching every corner of earth. Causing  Evil and good to blend, in a divine song, like it should.
In whispers of wind, their tales would unite,The angels would speak of ethereal light,While devils might echo with laughter and fire,Finding in contrast a common desire.
Hand in hand through the clouds, they’d soar high,Each sharing their stories beneath a vast sky.The rhythm of heartbeats, both gentle and fierce,Would weave a tapestry that none could pierce. The shadows and lumens would dance and entwine,Creating a harmony both simple and divine.For in every struggle, in each tear we weep,Lies the path to understanding, our souls to keep.
So let us embrace, in our flaws and our grace,
The beauty of differences that time can’t erase.For in this grand symphony of life intertwined,We’ll find love’s sweet essence, in every heart combined.
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