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Poe
It's a love that's greater than love
Here at the kingdom by the sea
that's where me and my Annabel Lee
shared a Dream Within A Dream.
I remember I kissed her upon the brow
Then I said, "In parting with you now,"
Since then I've been Alone
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
At least I still had The Raven
May he cry never more.
Only this and nothing more.
Poe's poems are amazing so I used him for inspiration for this little tribute.
my mother always said
"don't fall in love with a poet"
they pretend to love you
but what they really love
is writing about loving you
you are mere words to them
feelings cheapened by a page,
dusty grey typewriters,
and many unfinished drafts
of lovers both old and new,
you are the question mark,
but not the answer,
they are searching for ?
person unidentified: mystery
the page wanderer,
each poem a missing
person poster to cover their
bedroom walls.
they cannot love something
that is in their head
poets are the loneliest of
all people, my mother said.
they write to immortalize
what has long passed.
to live within their words,
but not reality,
lost souls writing suicide notes
and proclaiming it art.
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my mother never actually said this to me, but i figure i'll probably end up saying it one day if i have children.

it's pessimistic yes, but i know there are exceptions. please don't take to heart. it's more a criticism of myself than all poets. :)
love flies through the night
the night
the night
the love it fills me with fright

it flies like an ebony raven
the raven
the raven
the flight is love's safe haven

love is lost in a dark cave
the cave
the cave
the raven will carry the love message in which to it I gave

upon arrival in the darkest dark
the darkest dark
the darkest dark
on the raven my love will embark
I don't even know where my inspiration is.
in this classroom I feel so alone
there are many people in here so
what's with my imagination's tone?
Many whispers or mumbles all around
too many people that can't keep still
my peace of mind with them I have not found.
I'll edit later ;)
What is the measure of a soft touch
& one you want so very much?

It's a satellite orbiting my skin
sanding out the flaws,
buffing it to perfection,
helping with our direction
a sugary confection,

It's whatever you say it is,
In a **** deep voice
against a feeling bone,
one who's so accident prone
taking all seeds I've sewn
oh those winds have blown,

and its when I'm alive
It's how we thrive
like when an orchid blooms
adapting to the core changes,
the smell of that perfume,
an intoxicating waif
a drowning plume,
standing strong
where I belong,
in the shining summer sun
a tantalizing sweet
& such a lovely treat,

unrequited & uninvited
haunting & wanting
in a ghost town,
where you take care
of needs
measured in your helpful deeds,
those rugged hands
are taunting,
& in those selfless demands
I feel a fire
please take me higher
I'm begging
& on my knees
oh hear my pleas
I burn here in desire,

Yes I'd give in
It's not committing sin
I'd tell myself,
as a love strong
door opens,
& we begin.

Cherie Nolan © 2016
Ugh
 Oct 2016 Abigail Sedgwick
Maxine
We fell in love with each other but at two different times.
Our distance is time, the hardest type, irreversible and uncontrollable.
―m
Your love
is the letter
under my pillow
I read
before I sleep.
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