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 Aug 2023
Imran Islam
Look in the mirror
and smile a bit more
She's my love!
Look into my eyes,
you'll trace a grinning face
She's my dream!
Feel me inside,
there I'm looking for your love
Listen to my heart,
it's breathing your name

Your face is lovelier
than the moon
Your eyes are more beautiful
than the stars
I won't gaze at the moon
when you look at me
I won't count the stars
if your eyes beckon to me

Let's walk by the lake
and lose ourselves in romance,
Let's share our thoughts
and leave behind our loneliness,
Let our souls find a place
that's full of love and peace!
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I tried for days
To write a poem
That captures all
The joys that
We have known
And all the problems
We have solved.

I  made a list
Of all the times
Our tie was
Stretched near breaking,
And I marveled
At the unseen strength
That pulled us
Back together.

The years have not
Been kind to me
But you have been
Forbearing -
Always there
To lift me up
And keep us
Moving forward.

So as we start
Another year
We’ll face it all
Together.
In a bond unshakeable
That binds our love
Forever.
ljm
I'm not very good at love poems.  I was better in my youth.
 Aug 2023
Eshwara Prasad
The letter you wrote for me has arrived. It's wet. I'm not sure what made it wet—your tears or the rain that poured along the way. It cannot be read. But I'm curious which of my two conclusions would please you.
 Aug 2023
Unpolished Ink
Sweetest fog consume my light
curl with me through the coming night
lay with me, stay with me, stroke my hair
sing ye of calm, a peaceful air
land on me, descend oh sleep
in smoky promise of dreams to keep
 Jul 2023
badwords
I once Up-jupped the bogggie
And it cost me
Pallax common
'super-sudsy0freee

Man near that up-jump-ta-boogie
encroach upon my my periphery
**** has gone sideways for the the 'upjunktafunk'
"the" the"'upjunktafunk'

And I cannot  see clearly for the Obfusticarion (the mothership) thermal powers that cannot 'get' funk'
 Jul 2023
Tryst
Bluebells, chimeless cups --
Scented veils o'er hills and dales
Whence the dew-bird sups

Bluebells 'neath the moon --
Velvet rugs for slugs and bugs
In the gloaming gloom

Bluebells in the woods --
Bobbing seas beneath tall trees,
Lovely little buds
 Jul 2023
Maria Mitea
it was a hot burning day,
now is  raining,  and the thunder is turning the sky upside down,
while the lighting, like a God, to be seen,  and wanted, came at my window,  
touched my heart,

is not easy
to find from which spot  of the sky we are falling,
from which cloud
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