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"I love"

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June

"I love"

The I is capitalized and spaced off from love

#love

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Love cannot be controlled or confined

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Dark n Beautiful

Love cannot be controlled or confined

Love is thinner than a piece of cheesecloth,
transparent yet confusing to navigate.
More conservative than a political debate
More hearts are broken than mended
.
I am determined to search globally for an end to this love.
We desire it fiercely and embrace our fate to heal humanity.

Love may be a fleeting remedy,
Yet we pursue it with fervent desire,
Yearning to feel complete.

How many times must someone
How many times must we yearn to feel complete?
How many times will we be let down by this thing called love?
He loves me, or he doesn’t.
I love him, but he chooses to reject my advances.
His heart clearly desires someone else.

Love is a cross that many of us must bear.
It can be a profound and challenging burden to carry.
However, I feel empathy for its victims in relation to what we call love.
Love cannot be controlled or confined.

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Who's Writing Who?

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Maria Etre

Who's Writing Who?

I wonder
if I surprised life
with the things I've done
or if it's vice versa

#society #poetry #poem #writing #loop

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dreamy breeze

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Maria Mitea

dreamy breeze

to make you fall asleep
like a bird in its nest,
I’ll hold all the
summer rains in my
arms
just for you
I’ll carry all
summer rains, I will
carry them in
my
arms,
like a heart on fire

#pushkintvetaievaholderlinrilkeneitzchepasscal

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Ex Essentia

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Kurt Philip Behm

Ex Essentia

**** the spark
the fire dies
Mute one voice
and Poets cry

**** the larva
**** the host
Burn your bridges
— post by post

(Dreamsleep: July, 2025)

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Philomela of the Bungalows

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Shay Caroline Simmons

Philomela of the Bungalows

I feel forsaken
like a rolled newspaper in the rain.

Is that You? in the window box?
Is that You? magnificent in a woken engine?

I don't mean to be sullen,
a crushed flower with a brave yellow bloom--

I'm a vine growing in through the window
of your abandoned holy room.

Oh honey. My fingers flat upon
your smooth chest made of smoke,

I am rain falling ever further from her cloud.
Call me back---use your voice of *****-shaped leaves.

I will come, across the lawns and waters
to kneel at your feet
and sing.

#love #myth #missing #redemption #sorry #rain #green

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Your Only Love

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Shay Caroline Simmons

Your Only Love

A priest arrived by ambulance
to bless our sudden kiss

A doctor brought his bag but cannot
treat such things as this

My jewelry is just colored rocks
like pretty polished hollyhocks
in silver settings gone to curls
the same as any other girl's

but I could be your only love.

A flautist played our melody
in notes so fine and clear

That summer brought her midnights close
so that the moon could hear

the notes, the song so marvelous
the player played so long for us
the priest laid down his holy flask
the doctor blushed before he asked

if I could be your only love.

An urchin took a photograph
of you in uniform

You gave me spice and chocolates
to keep my fever warm

and lucky is the lucky bird
who calls and calls a wafting word
In this peculiar pregnant dawn
his curious and constant song

that I could be your only love.

#love

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Grief as an Interlude

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BEEZEE

Grief as an Interlude

Grief as an interlude.
The in-between performance.
Where shoeless days, wandering forests—
meet
black-dressed, paired farewells.

Where velvet curtains close and draw,
a symphony has long prepared
(for you).

Percussion slices into silence.
Clarinets hum in minor tune.
The bass joins in—they’ve been appointed.

Welcome to Grief’s Interlude.

The music plays now just for you.
Regret takes center stage.

What wasn’t said.

“What could I do?”

The music begins to fade.
I guess it’s time we see the view
from our heart’s balcony.

Crossing legs and leaning in—
anticipating more…
A special place for all our kin
is bursting from our core.

Cymbals reach the back of room.
The flutes play loud and low.
The composer pulls a handkerchief—
tears and sweat compel this show.

You feel so sorry.
You feel alive.
You feel memories—sharp and sore.
They’re taking bows.
The act has closed.
Another’s passing through death’s door.

Welcome to Grief’s Interlude.

Grief doesn’t arrive as a finale—it slips in between the acts.
This poem imagines loss as a performance

#grief #mourning #remembrance #emotional #healing #introspection #acceptance #metaphor #musical #performance

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Cold blooded

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T

Cold blooded

I’m not sure
when I’ll be able
to look in the mirror again.
Whenever I see my reflection,
I want to shed my own skin.

I let someone touch me
who didn’t really care.
I tried to protect myself,
but there’s snakes everywhere.

They slide into your mind
and shower you with love,
wrap themselves around you,
then suffocate you with their hug.

They eat you alive
until nothing is left.
They were cold blooded all along,
they just move on to the next.