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Rupert Pip Jun 2021
The deepest
and most devoted
love of all is found in
hindsight.
  Jun 2021 Rupert Pip
charles
idk
i loved you when my sky had greyed

before our bodies laid

before my feelings had a say

when every word I say

attempt to take a step away

from things my family couldn't be

with what i painfully couldnt be:

a sober soul from noon to eve

i miss the things i leave

i want some things I couldn't see

but bring me morning

I dont know where to be.
Rupert Pip Jun 2021
Looking down at you
looking up at me
I see the whole world
glistening in your
wild, wild eyes.
Love is in the eyes.
  Jun 2021 Rupert Pip
Grace
When you are a musician
you have every songbird and melody.
When you are a philosopher
you have every question like clockwork.
When you are an artist
you hold every delicate stride and stroke in your soul.
When you are a poet
you have every avidity with words.

When you are a person,
what do you have?
Rupert Pip May 2021
Where am I
when you're
not here
but lost
in empty space,
wishing the time
would just
run, run away
then stop
dead still
to catch
it's breath
as soon as
I saw
your face.
Rupert Pip Apr 2021
www.instagram.com/rupertpippoetry

Bit of a shameful plug, but I’ve created an Instagram account for my poems. If anyone is interested in reading more of my work, or seeing them being performed every so often, then I will be posting them there too. Thanks in advance! :)

www.instagram.com/rupertpippoetry
Rupert Pip Mar 2021
Perhaps that's the point of it all,
the mate of the soul,
they cannot be two feet down
and smothered in endless
concrete, but instead they
must be made of words untrue,
a lapse of perfect fiction,
for when they come to flesh
and blood, your eyes can't
seem to breathe and your
heart leaps and leaps.
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