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 Sep 2017
wordvango
how better
to spend the day while
she sleeps peacefully
but listening to music

the Beatles
in particularly.
Catching a glimpse
occasionally

of her beautiful
peacefulness
wondering
does she dream of me

when I hear
Good Day Sunshine
I ache

to wake her up
Caress the pages
Of our romance spilled on paper,
Like you never want to lose it,
Like we'll wake in the same bed
Til the day we never wake up
Please promise me, you'll never leave me to wonder,
Like it was all puppets play,
Like an insidious walk to end in blame
If you dance around me, I'll know what it means
So take my hands, I'll show you what I've seen
When we meet to a gaze
I never cease to crave
The ecstasy of your touch
And loving you beyond the limits of the grave
For death is not the limit,
It is only our human minds
Atrophying bodies
And pity covered spirits
That lead us from everlasting harmony
I can't tell if you're living,
Unless my hand is on my chest
Because you, and only you,
Have a piece of me everywhere you go,
To and fro,
I want you to know,
When you're feeling low,
I'm here forever, no need for woe
Written for Leah and only her. But anyone who can relate to this please send me your work. I'm a killer for hopeless romantic things or sad poems
 Aug 2017
muteD
love.
what a strange word.
i wonder what it feels like.
maybe a million an done butterflies caressing your skin.
each flap of their wings drawing you in closer.
or maybe it feels like a wave crashing into a cliff.
you're the cliff
and love is the wave.
maybe it hits you out of nowhere.
i used to think love was a leaf falling from the tree and landing on your shoulder.
so unexpectedly.
so suddenly.
maybe love is unknown.
the things we do not know
and could never know.
i wonder what love feels like.
i wonder...
what is love?
i was having poets block Friday , so i watched a lovey-dovey movie and read some poetry. then, i wrote this.
 Aug 2017
Poetry First
in the secluded shell
            of night
   crimson lips unseal
                                                                ­  
 cosmic stillness stirred
   flower ripples tinted
    with touches tender
      on quivering skin
                                                            ­      
       in moon’s breast
     burns a fire tonight
the primeval fire of passion
              in it melt              
   crystals of our emotions
               pristine  

            a night-sky
            bliss-soaked
             bejeweled

  stars hanging complicit
 Aug 2017
Pooja Shah
Where are you, honey?
Punish me not without a crime.
Your absence makes the day not sunny,
A moment without you lasts a lifetime.
He knows that these lines are for him :)
 Aug 2017
Nishu Mathur
He doesn't know
that he is my harbour after a stormy day
A haven
where I let my thoughts drift and dreams rest
That he is my rain, sunshine
and rainbow at different times  
And the muse behind my songs and rhymes
He doesn't know
that he is the reason behind the smile in my eyes
And why I sing and curl my toes
He doesn't know
that he sets my pulse racing
And I suppose he will never know.
 Aug 2017
Pagan Paul
I have a way with words
that is why you took me home
that is why you cooked me breakfast
that is why you asked me back.

I have a way with words
that is why you are there
that is why you hold me tight
that is why you never judge me.

I have a way with words
that is why you stay around
that is why you laugh at my jokes
that is why you miss me.

I have a way with words
my only regret is...
...you will never get to hear them.

© Pagan Paul (2016/2017)
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