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Àŧùl Jul 2022
Love is life.
Love is eternal.
Love is forever.

So what if the candidates of my love keep changing?
I am constant and truly love myself.

One day I shall be a little less lonely.
My HP Poem #1953
©Atul Kaushal
Yousra Amatullah Jul 2022
They fell asleep to the sound of rattling chains
And dream to sell its lullaby
I think it's time to wake up..
Savio Fonseca Jul 2022
Let the flow of Love, surround Me
and fill My Heart, with Joy and Peace.
Let the Waves of Passion, move Freely.
So their flow thru Me, doesn't Cease.
Let the Sound of Love, keep Ringing.
So My Words run, Clear and Strong.
Let My body Cells, rejoice in Singing.
To a Heart, which My Feelings Belong.
Let My Feeling for Love, stay with Me.
So My Nights, have a Beautiful Dream.
Let My Boat of Love, sail Peacefully.
On Waters, of a never ending Stream.
Let the flow of Love, be Vibrant.
As I travel, on the Highway of Life.
Sharing Love with Family and Friends
and with the Woman, in My Life.
louella Jun 2022
it was when you looked at me as the fireworks exploded in your eyes that i realized this is what life should be like

ballrooms and bokeh lights
another poem inspired by the elvis trailer. the part where he looks up in the limo and the fireworks explode. it is so **** beautiful, my gosh. thx for reading.

6/28/22
Mark Wanless Jun 2022
i see you human
you are beautiful
throughout time
I just met this lady
Never seen her
Around these parts
I guess she's new here
She is beautiful
I couldn't even say hello
I hope to see her again
If her heart is
As beautiful as
Her looks,
I promise to take her
To the altar
Savio Fonseca Jun 2022
Your Home, is a Temple,
Where the Roof, is your Own.
A place, where U grew up
and a place, where Love Shone.
Never will U find,
Tears lying on the Floor.
Beautiful Memories of the past,
are hidden behind each Door.
Wisdom lies on the Bookshelf
and Laughter lights each Room.
There's a Vase on the Table,
Where Flowers always Bloom.
Don't take anyone's advice,
as how to paint each Wall.
Your Home is a private Shelter,
U ought to make that Call.
Debbie Lydon Jun 2022
Living on with a smile,
Transmuting in unknowing,
Swimsuit ready for more suffering,
What a chance! What a circus!
At an end, I say thanks.

I, who have blinked,
And glad to have felt
bed sheets and petals and melancholy moods,
And my god! The blossom and the sadness of falling,
Wretched cold,
Pain of poverty
And power too.
What a life! What a moment!
To it all, I say thank you.

And birds, many times my soul knew you,
And dirt, on my hands grounding my mind,
Dear trees, in my solitude you were always so kind,
What a world! What a time!
I'd live again, rewind.
𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑚 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑛..
𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 , 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒..
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