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Äŧül Feb 1
When Love arrives,
Don't be hesitant about it,
Don't be dumb towards it.

Improvise to be expressive,
Improvise your poems & verses,
Be romantic and passionate too.

Learn to be flirtatious & elegant,
Learn to be welcoming & courteous,
Be adventurous and spontaneous.

Receive love with all its grandeur,
Reflect it with twice the splendour,
Witness the magic of love.
My HP Poem #1907
©Atul Kaushal
Walking, talking and sleeping
Unmindful life's evening arrives
A blow or two strike
For you to realise
The real meaning of life
You wish you could relive life
Reverse drive time doesn't provide
Departure time arrives
Aboard unknown destination flight
You fly away
though we're in theses darkest days
let's not lose the morrow's light  
when it arrives we will see
a bright horizon
The poem is based on the Coronavirus.
Daksh Sep 2019
Someone arrives,
To find,
That the time flipped on its knees
looks at the date, time, year
And is surprised.

I’ve been waiting for you,
my time traveller

A moment, where everything in universe had their eyes on you,
and was excepting
you to arrive
with a smile.
Dylan McFadden Jul 2019
As soon as
Anything arrives –
Like mist at dawn –
It flees and flies…

          Some say, “Look,
          He’s so alive!”
          But, I say, “Look,
          He slowly dies!”

As soon as
Anything arrives –
Like mist at dawn –
It flees and flies…

          To whom will
          Work and toil call?
          All men who stand
          Are sure to fall.

As soon as
Anything arrives –
Like mist at dawn –
It flees and flies…

          If all comes from,
          And goes to, “Naught,” –
          Then what of those
          “Good” things we sought?

As soon as
Anything arrives –
Like mist at dawn –
It flees and flies…

          There must be More!
          There must be Life!
          Because, if not,
          It’s only strife…

As soon as
Anything arrives –
Like mist at dawn –
It flees and flies…

Amanda Kay Burke Feb 2019
I know we have problems
And I know we are scared to say
Everything we see before us
In a state of disarray

When people ask if we are together
Tell them that we're not
Wake up every morning sad
My stomach in a knot

Sky heavy on shoulders
Cloudy or sunny and bright
Hope that we could be happy
Living a dream that's not quite right

Do you love imperfections?
Do you pretend they are not there?
Say that is what makes me special
Question if you're really aware

I get chills of fear imagining
Future without your embrace
Are you going to be the same in five years?
Will souls still interlace?

Insecurity blows my brain up
Skull expands, it bursts
When you've done nothing wrong
Still endure my worst

You do not deserve it when I explode
Hit by shrapnel, hurtful remarks
Justify my careless words by bringing up
Past indiscretions and own defined marks

The infinite acts of betrayal
Your indifferent selfish attitude
The reasons I lash out in anger
Often say things that are rude

I do not mean to hurt your feelings
I attempt to communicate
Thoughts softly falling in my head
Failing as they accumulate

It seems issues are too big
Too powerful and great to solve
Yet we keep waiting with the foolish belief
One day they will all dissolve

But until that time arrives
I will continue this back and forth game
We make mistakes. Forgive. Repeat.
Both of us are equally to blame
I am trying to take responsibility for my half of the issues we are facing
Mr Charming Feb 2018
Dear Love,

I know what you look like:

You are flowers pressed between the pages of my poetry books. You are the pink and purple watercolors in the sky as the sun settles on the horizon. You look like the outside of an airplane window on my adventures.

I know what you sound like:

You are the bees hum around the hydrangeas. You are the playlist that is mixed with our favorite songs. You are the mumbled, "I'm almost ready!" from the bathroom while you're brushing your teeth when we are already 10 minutes late.

I know what you feel like:

You are dances in the warm summer rain, while we get soaked to our bones. You are the blanket my grandmother crocheted that keeps me warm. You are the fingers that run through my hair on late night drives.

I know what you smell like:

You are the sweet aroma of summer picnics in the woods. You are sunny drives with the dog's face flapping outside of the window. You are coconut oil that has permanently stained my skin. You are the "Hypnotic Poison" perfume by Dior on our wedding day.

I know what you taste like:

You are the honey strands that flow from her mind and get caught under my tongue. You taste like lavender ice cream, oversized chairs and long conversations. You are an omelette with all of the extras so I have enough energy to fight my demons for the day. You taste like home made chili on a winter day that was made to keep me warm.

I am familiar with you, Love. I have seen you before in my wildest dreams, but I was not ready for the weight of it all. Not quite yet. Give me time to show myself that I am deserving of you.

Please, Love. Take my heart, cover it in bubble wrap and place it in a time capsule. I promise to only open it when you know I'm ready.

All of my heart

— The End —