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Stay close dear soul, in this tempest’s gale,
Where shadows threaten to unravel and assail.
Don’t walk away, for within our shared breath,
Lies the tether that keeps us from the edge of death.
When separation looms, life turns grey,
A canvas devoid of hues, where dreams sway.
Jeremy Betts Dec 2024
I close my eyes
A feeble attempt to get back to a dream
I realize
It's ridiculous to chase one particular theme
Too many tries
With no mind paid to what it could mean
I fantasize
But fantasies have a misleading gleam
The crystal ball lies
It's all a regurgitated, outdated scheme
My reality cries
But it's better than when it use to scream

©2024
showyoulove Nov 2024
You, oh Lord, have come down to earth
God by design and human by birth
Entered into a relationship with us
Our creation is your magnum opus
We are made perfect through the sacrifice
Your death is what paid the price
And still you longed to always be
So close to us that we might see
You in all your glory and majesty.
In the form of bread and wine
Given a foretaste of the divine
United to you now in body and soul
I am ever closer to the highest goal
You are part of me and we are one
And never shall this action be undone
I can feel your heartbeat so strong
You are the words to my greatest song
You are as close as my very next breath
In fact, without you, I have only death
You are the strength to take the next step
You are the wind that fills my sails
You are in the smallest of details
You are so close that I am surrounded
So close the hairs on my head are counted
Valentin Eni Nov 2024
If I'm close,
it's because
I love you
whom I adore.

If You're far away,
it's to make me say
I love you
even more.
The poem explores the duality of proximity and distance in love, portraying them as complementary forces affirming and deepening affection. It suggests that love transcends physical distance, growing stronger through longing and separation.

The tone is tender and heartfelt, conveying intimacy and devotion. The poem’s simple, two-stanza structure mirrors its theme of balance between closeness and distance.

Proximity is associated with the natural expression of love and adoration. Being near the beloved is presented as an instinctive response to love.

Distance is framed as a catalyst for deeper emotions. The longing created by separation heightens the intensity of love, emphasizing that true affection endures and grows stronger even in absence.

The poem suggests that physical distance does not diminish love; instead, it transforms longing into a reaffirmation of affection.
There are the
LITTLE THINGS
in LIFE,
we seem
to NOT REALLY NOTICE.
because of the
BIG THINGS
in LIFE,
that we seem
to be MORE FOCUSED!!!
The LITTLE THINGS lead
to BIG THINGS,
as YOU can
PLAINLY SEE,
Taking BABY STEPS
instead of GIANT ONES
WILL FLOW VERY NATURALLY.
Make NOTE of the
WONDERFUL THINGS,
That are HAPPENING ALL AROUND
From the BIRDS SINGING and CHIRPING,
To the BEE'S BUZZING SOUND.
NATURE is so BEAUTIFUL
It's MOTHER NATURE'S
own PLAYGROUND,
If you PAY CLOSE ATTENTION
to THE LITTLE THINGS  
YOU'LL BE AMAZED AT WHAT IS FOUND!!!!



B.R.
Date: 9/2/2024
Jeremy Betts Jun 2024
I don't dare to look in the driver's side mirror
Objective issues seen seem closer than they appear
The warnings always been there
In black print on the bottom from corner to corner
Trust me, I've spent most of my forever
Glued to the rearview mirror
I wouldn't say one over the other is safer
Both lead to the inability too steer
Leaving the inevitable outcome to each pretty clear

©2024
ZACK GRAM Apr 2024
Im gonna call the cops on google ad murders from hearing my voice from my tech stuff an incite a code 4 on add killers plotting on our voices
We All See Them
Mark Wanless Sep 2023
dreaming of buddhist
monk i am not even close
i write poetry
Amanda Kay Burke Jul 2023
I cannot escape memories
Absence haunts all I do
When eyes close your face is what mind sees
Every place I go there are traces of you
No matter where I go or what I do I feel you there
I S A A C Jun 2023
not as comforted by the absence of shore
as i was before, when i prayed for the shell to close
now i stare into the sun waiting for doors to show
i cradle all my blemishes, the flower, grip the thorns
rabbits are telling me its time to go yet my internality remains reposed
comforted by the thought of piercing arrows
comforted by the sweet monsters voice
haven’t felt in so long, a zoo animals futile joy
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