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674 · Sep 30
The stars in your eyes
Robert Sep 30
A million bright stars.
In your eyes, calling to me.
Within them I'm free.
Another short haiku (5 7 5)
610 · Sep 28
A dance with love
Robert Sep 28
This love is heaven.
Lost in this dance with your Love.
I shall stay with you
Its a short haiku (5 7 5). Pls critic.
503 · 4d
The price of love
Robert 4d
Broken, a dove lay.
Crimson blood stains her wings red.
Surly love was the cause.
266 · Dec 6
Flight of the dove
Robert Dec 6
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.
234 · Oct 6
Mindful meadows
Robert Oct 6
Warm are the meadows that you put in my mind. The sky reflects your beauty like the sun that shines. Soft winds feel the air, equivalent to your angelic voice.

In these warm meadows is where I reside when I'm lost in you. I drink up its beauty, and bask in its subtle hue. Yes it is in these mindful fields, in which you unknowingly create, I feel closest to you.
195 · Oct 3
Eternal love
Robert Oct 3
When I finally meet the one I will know.
Their eyes will gaze into mine and mine the same. Our souls will mesh like universes colliding and we will become one. All the while being lost in their gaze, enamored by their eternal love.
136 · 1d
Loves chance
Robert 1d
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.
122 · Sep 27
The voice you lay bare
Robert Sep 27
Sweet are the songs you sing to me.
As the time we share Together.
The words I hear, like melodies.
The angelic voice you lay bare.
If there's ever a day which comes to be.
Where you should leave me and the home we share.
I'll live alone, with only a memory.
Of the voice you laid bare.
Pls critic, but be a little nice lol
Robert Oct 17
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.
102 · Sep 28
The banshees silence
Robert Sep 28
The day was cold, as cold as the head stone that sits at your grave. You set off to fight, for you were able bodied.
our mother begged and begged, she tried to make you stay. But when man makes up his mind, pleas and cries go unheard.
It's been several years since you left, so brave. Several years since they brought a flag, folded so neat to our home.
The sky that day was cold and gray. For when a brave soul dies, not even the banshee cries.
94 · Sep 27
The abyss within
Robert Sep 27
I had this dream last night, I was floating endlessly, it was cold and dark. No one was there, it was so lonely, as I floated in the endless darkness. Floating and floating, on and on I went, never ceasing to drift. Till my body sunk, and I drown, in this self made dark abyss.
Plz critic, I want to get better, but plz be a little nice lol.
Robert 3d
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 Oct 3
Alone I stand, an image of a child stares back at me. He seems so familiar, but I know he couldn't be. His smile so joyful, his eyes so serene. It feels like he and I are one and the same, but there's such a difference inside and between us. The image, so surreal, so keen, begins to fade. Suddenly, I'm left with the reflection of myself and my numb expression. Then I wonder, if I am that child, and that child is me. Where did I lose my happiness, and when did I stop being the child I used to be?
38 · Dec 6
A letter from Death
Robert Dec 6
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

— The End —