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He said hours go by in twos with you,
2 was not my favorite number before,
But it’s my favorite now,
Humble Poet Jan 3
In moonlit mosques and
sunlit naves, two whispers met,
He, cross upon his palm,
she, crescent on her neck.

A Christian boy, a Muslim girl,
their eyes ablaze,
Love bloomed unseen,
a secret rose in thorny maze.

He spoke of hymns,
of stained glass grace,
of angels' flight,
She whispered tales
of prophets kind,
beneath the desert's night.

His faith a whispered prayer,
her faith a fervent call,
Two tapestries distinct,
yet bound by love's enthrall.

Stolen moments carved from dusk,
by shadowed walls they'd stand,
His hand, a whispered comfort,
hers, a flame within his hand.

Prayers of longing mingled soft,
in languages untold,
Love's silent symphony
defied the faith of old.

But whispers turn to echoes,
secrets etched in sand,
Families with furrowed brows,
pronouncements cold and grand.

"Forbidden threads," they hissed,
"unweave this tapestry of sin!"
Love's fragile bloom must wither,
by hate's cruel wind blown in.

He, torn between the chalice
and the Kaaba's call,
She, bound by ancient scripts,
her heart a tethered thrall.

Their names, like prayers
unspoken, hang upon the air,
A haunting testament to love,
denied and held in snare.

But though walls may rise
and edicts fall,
in hearts a flame remains,
A ember whispering defiance,
through tears and burning pains.

For love like theirs, a phoenix,
from ashes takes its flight,
Soaring beyond the reach of dogma,
bathed in eternal light.

Perhaps in some faraway realm,
where faiths no longer clash,
Their souls will weave anew,
a love unbound by creed or sash.

And in the tapestry of time,
their whispers softly chime,
A hymn of hope,
a testament to love,
defying tide and time.

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Romeo and Juliet got off easy.
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Mrs Timetable Dec 2023
Seeing the soft red silk
White green yellow hues
The arrangement
It touched my heart
I nearly cried
I never saw anything this beautiful
And spoke so elegantly
Except you
Inspired by a friend's reaction to a Bouquet
Oskar Erikson Nov 2023
boy math dictates
(id stay indebted to him.)
to be loved
(id gift it to him.)
is to settle up.
(id come knocking to collect for him.)
that to be
(id might be nothing but charity for him.)
owned
(id liquidate any asset asked by him.)
is being willing
(Cash or Credit?)
to owe.
lucy-goosey Aug 2023
same old black t shirt,
first day of school ID.

buzzed hair starting to grow in,
glimmering from lamination.

slinking slouching sliding,
stumbling betwixt the desks.

the man, the myth, the legend,
just nobody knows he exists
A cryptic poem for a cryptic man.
Joshua Jackson Aug 2023
orgiastic blurring within breadth of tiny movements
(Angelic cheekbones that cut thru the dark) miracles come untangled  --presented follower--
i lay with ur head on my chest awaiting the command of ur words
  u will never know me i'll never let u know me
i loved u far too early  too early to tell but i know the feeling well
i never wanted to say it leaving u the first time
but i knew it was true
made it to my train in a hurry
i'd've looked anyone in the eye bar u
head still pointed high
Rattling in my chair homeward-bound with a smile

i'm not ashamed i was never ashamed maybe nervous maybe ashamed later on for giving it another chance then another chance but i knew the outcome before going back
O but that's another story another time

  i held ur hand in ur street
i held ur hand in my city
and nothing else belonged  
but us
two kisses
two drinks between us yet sooo drunk
  but we just never seemed to last for one thing or another
i don't do relationships i just get ****** over and i'm used  to it
  by now i'm long used to it,

i've got blisters where your fingerprints once rested  
but they're gone now along with you
O boy i'm so blue

bohhhii am so bluuuuuu

  text me so i don't have to text u again

boy ur so conceited boy ur so soft
boy i saved u some trouble i'm not open to no one
i should've told u one heartbreak was enough  
but boy i'm glad i didn't
  i got what i wanted guess i'm selfish like ur selfish
and we'll never be friends
  u were never my friend

   in our silence i can be everything u wanted me to be
  and just keep to myself and stay unphased

ur on my mind everyday
if we were on speaking terms maybe i'd say
But i can never stay straight and u never have a good enough reason to stay.
so funny how things play out.
Thank **** the love was never mutual
Thank **** we can leave it at memories
You meant more than I could ever say...

love u now then and forever always

sometimes i wish i never saw ur face

making promises just to pass the time

We both know We'll never be together **
Comme des garçon
Anam May 2023
Wish my adoration for you was known by you
wish you could somehow discover me
like a little plant my love for you grew
and this plant will never wilt, a promise I make to you

I hope one day this poem doesn't make sense
because you'll be mine
and I'll be surrounded by your fragrance
June,2021
Steve Page May 2023
10 little fingers, 9 little toes
Due to the topple of that Calor gas bottle
But still he took his first unsteady stumble
Between the sofa and the coffee table
And should have been grateful
For the outstretched hand that took the brunt
Of the sharp corner and the hot spill
But oblivious he bounced back

Right into a job with his mate’s dad down the garage,
Where he delved into the grease and spanners
That formed the bread and butter of a living wage.
And when the car fell on his toe that wasn’t there
He stumbled on without a care
Unstoppable, ready for the next obstacle,

And applied to the navy for a crazy venture round the world
Or he would have had the medical not red lined his missing digit
And said he wasn’t fit for the pitch and heave of a naval ship
Or so the story went as he took his grandkids
Hand in hand along Camber Sands,
With a wiggle of his nine hairy toes, raising familiar giggles

and the redraft:

10 little fingers, 9 little toes
Due to the topple of that Calor gas bottle
But still he took his first unsteady stumble
Between the sofa and the coffee table
And might have been grateful for the outstretched hand
That softened the corner and the hot spill
But oblivious he bounced back
Right into a job with his mate’s dad down the garage,
Where he delved into the grease and spanners,
The bread and butter of a living wage.
And when the car fell on his toe that wasn’t there
He stumbled on unstoppable, ready for the next obstacle,
And applied to the navy for worldwide venture
Or would have had the medical not red lined his missing digit
Cos he wasn’t fit for the pitch and heave of a naval ship
Or so the story went as he took his grandkids
Hand in hand along Camber Sands,
With a wiggle of his nine hairy toes,
Raising familiar giggles
charged with writing a poem on the theme of Bodies by my poets corner
my feelings don't matter, did they ever i question?
where was your intention...im scrambled like eggs.
did you enjoy the taste? simply wanted to lay?
"oh it's no fussy!"
too often I say
i'm used to this way.
i've been cracked at the seams and tossed out in the hay
with nowhere to go except further misplaced.
but aren't we alone at the end of the day....?
that's probably why we never will stay.
so again -
i pray.  
relinquish these emotions that are blocking my way.
what the boy did.
vanessa marie Feb 2023
i want to tell you that you’re mine
this cozy new year’s eve
your kisses are heaven
your smile is divine
and i’d hate for you to leave

i want to tell you that i love you
this dreary valentines day
you brighten my sky
you quiet my mind
and i’d really like you to stay

i want to tell you that i’m leaving
this warm Sunday afternoon
my trust you have lost
pinky swear, fingers crossed
two hearts broke that day, in June
please don’t let this be us?
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