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The Colour of love is
The colour of your eyes

The sound of love is
The softness of your sighs

The feel of love is
Your hand on my face

The time of love is
With you in this place

My love for you is both timeless and immense
Given freely, with no need for recompense
Written in Scotland on the banks of Loch Earn with Cathy
I gave her my heart
Whilst the leaves were green

As if it were softly, silently
In a dream

But when I awoke
No dream did I see

I knew then that love
Would not let me be
springlove, unrequited
 Dec 2024 S R Mats
Melanie Munoz
Off beat
Off key
I've never been comfortable
Never comforted

Common
Boring
I've never been interesting
Never impressed

-Melanie Munoz
We ask for a little and receive nothing.
 Dec 2024 S R Mats
Valentin Eni
Of course, I love you,
as a leaf would love
the branch on which it grows.

Of course, I want you,
as a wing would long for
the air to take flight.

Of course, I await you,
as the earth awaits
for us all...
The poem conveys that love, desire, and waiting are as natural and certain as life. It intertwines human emotions with universal, timeless forces, portraying them as essential to existence. Love is not questioned; it is accepted as a fact, a force as fundamental as nature and mortality.
 Dec 2024 S R Mats
Nameisis
she was forged
by the songs of joanna newsom
she said:
"no one ever talks to me quite like her"
and i understand
and i see the beauty of her words
reflecting in her sea-glass eyes
she stands
in the city square of some polish town
she got here by train
she carries a bag like a woods witch
with literature for more intelligent folk than me
and she wears a smile
for more deserving folk than me
 Dec 2024 S R Mats
Nameisis
grandma
 Dec 2024 S R Mats
Nameisis
sometimes i cannot fully comprehend loss
until i look back
and there is no one at the window
waving
 Dec 2024 S R Mats
Valentin Eni
This sad poem was conceived and written in Burnley,
Where shadows linger, and the rain falls sternly.

An empty pub with an empty pint glass,
Black nights last long with its wild, bright eyes.

A one-eyed dog with lots of fleas
Sings the blues in seven different keys.

And time has flown since we met at sea,
A four-light-years-galactic-guilt is upon me.
 Dec 2024 S R Mats
Willow
Time is a River

Time is a river,
It ages, rages
Racing and chasing
Changing, remaining
When everything else disappears.

Time is a river,
It flows, it knows
Exactly where the hidden hide
It finds and guides
Lost souls it
Found me.

Time is a river
It heals it reveals
The hurt the worst
Of the demons and heeds
No one, no plan
Every span of life
It sees it feels
It waits for no one, no plan.

Time is a river
It runs or it races
Do we fight it or
Does it fight us?
For control or for love
Through the sand through the mud
Through the minds
Of the weak of the strong
It critiques, never wrong.

Time is a river
Forever and never
Does it stop?
It may slow down or run faster
Though every disaster
Celebrations, devastations
Heartache and joy
But it always runs.
Time is a river.
 Dec 2024 S R Mats
Audre Lorde
I am fourteen
and my skin has betrayed me
the boy I cannot live without
still ***** his thumb
in secret
how come my knees are
always so ashy
what if I die
before morning
and momma's in the bedroom
with the door closed.

I have to learn how to dance
in time for the next party
my room is too small for me
suppose I die before graduation
they will sing sad melodies
but finally
tell the truth about me
There is nothing I want to do
and too much
that has to be done
and momma's in the bedroom
with the door closed.

Nobody even stops to think
about my side of it
I should have been on Math Team
my marks were better than his
why do I have to be
the one
I have nothing to wear tomorrow
will I live long enough
to grow up
and momma's in the bedroom
with the door closed.
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