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Thomas Castle Feb 24
heard she met a boy with eyes determined like a man.
messy quiff hair, warm fuzzy feelings like a snuggly bear.
soft like her lips, hard like his will.
twin water signs, as if stars aligned.

heard he read her off like an open book,
along the line, somewhere between the lines,
he always knows where she places a piece of herself,
every nook and cranny, familiar traces like the back of her hand.

now there they go,
the faith she would carry and the book he would marry,
becomes the last greatest tale that is now theirs,
to write and tell,

and for me to read.
Who invited the instigators?
I didn't,
Did you?
They don't work,
They don't write,
Unless it's a comment made out of spite.
Social medias were built to throw around blame,
If you like spreading rumors, may I suggest Facebook?
Wherever you do it,
Don't do it here,
You're one poem,
Can't be a line attacking people you've never met.
I'm sick of all the strays,
If you come here, come for art,
Come to write.
I am so sick of all the random no post accounts leaving angry untrue comments on posts, just stop you're not getting anywhere with this.
nidaa Feb 24
if imperfections make art,
the skin and your face is anything but art,
but i can't find any better artwork,
then yourself.
but then you're not created by humans,
but by God,
whose creations are perfect as they are.
MetaVerse Feb 27
He wouldn't compose a cantata,
A symphony, song, or sonata:
     The best of his best
     Is a piece that's one rest,
Played f and with a fermata.
Archer Feb 19
If I take one hand, and place it in yours, are we sharing hands or are we sharing a moment?
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It seems that so many times, one person may not see enough of the other to truly respect and understand the intentions and thoughts of each other.

We may be frightened and lose sight of the goals and opportunities we are presented.

I look forward to the future, don’t dwell on the past, and cherish the present.
And it is all already with you.

So frequently one may be clouded and not see the beautiful things and beautiful people around themselves.
So frequently we convince ourselves of worry and angst and
so frequently we blind ourselves of any escape we may have.
My love for you  
is pure and true,  
a feeling that resides in my heart,  
without expectations or demands.  

I wish for your happiness,  
pray for your peace,  
and hope for your well-being,  
in every moment.  

I strive to become better,  
to be patient and strong,  
to support you from afar,  
with respect and dignity.  

This love guides me,  
to remain honest and sincere,  
to honor you with care,  
and to stay within the bounds of faith.
Maximus Tamo Feb 16
Verdant and lush cliffs of green,
Tangled ivy and hyacinth,
Living brushstrokes paint a scene,
Bright and peaceful labyrinth,

Sweet scent wafting in the breeze,
Reflected light crowns each swell,
Sapphiric hues swirl the seas,
Cobalt depths where shadows dwell,

Granite peaks with greyscale shroud,
Icy peaks where snowflakes fall,
Silent glaciers cloaked in cloud,
Titans tower over all,

Maple, oak, and evergreen,
Dancing sway with nature song,
Lusher robes than kings have seen,
Vines and willows ever long.
Rizma Aulia Feb 13
Graceful, deft, the fingers dance,
upon damp earth, cracked yet vast.
Yet--will it bear fruit at last?

Boundless harmony entwines,
guiding softly through the night.
In dim-lit hush, you swore it right.

I shall tread though miles may call,
you shall reach with art so fine.
With the seed, I breathe anew,
with the melody, you enshrine.
The
Ever
Green
Trees still
Amaze me like
Nothing else ever has
They're just so entrancing
Dancing
I like trees ->>
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