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Michael R Burch Mar 2020
don’t forget ...
by michael r. burch

for Beth

don’t forget to remember
that Space is curved
(like your Heart)
and that even Light is bent
by your Gravity.

The opening lines of my poem were inspired by a famous love poem written by e. e. cummings. Keywords/Tags: cummings, space, curved, forget, remember, heart, light, bent, gravity, space-time
Colm Dec 2019
How could people die, I'd ask
In the springtime of youth
Most ignorant, find

Now I know, why people die at last
When the aches and the pains
Persuade, the mind

For they pass
And pass
As all do in time

And the new want of me
Is mine
This time

Because now, there is no one
Who remembers my ask
Noone outlives the time
Dying is fine
Kylee Dec 2019
I am filled with flour
And I am filled with dough
Sometimes I think I matter
and then I really don’t

Come now
Pitter patter
Away with me I say
Or down the hall of laughter
Away from me today

Here or there or never
I really still don’t know

I try to think it over
And end up just as filled with dough

-the bakery of my thoughts
E.E Cummings inspired
Colm Nov 2019
Where the sea meets the horizons shine
Inquisitive your eyes
Where your hairline meets your eyebrows raised
There also are mine and my praise  

(4LINE)
The Vision - A Pretty Girls Brow Is A Horizon Of Sorts (Tess)
Colm Nov 2019
A
      racing
            heart
is not all       that I gained
When you said you would,       yes,
      to seeing       me

Not the source,
            but the desire       of true,       anxiety
      Your mere value alone       creates
the most anxious,       me
      To have       ever      been
            The hope       which once
Was just       a plea
A Hopeful, Anxious, Hopefully Desirable, Me
Dean Jul 2019
Two worlds collide
en masse they yield
so fine
like lips smacking, our fingers tapping
en route to greater design.
caress our flaws
stroke the doors
into our unconscious mind.

dive deeper with a kiss
explore exquisiteness
both penetrate and yield
gasp, laugh and squeal
now we close our eyes
and lick the inner thighs
bubbling to excess
unlock the inner goddess
the magma will explode
the red rain does now flow

scalding and softening
dissolving, engorging and pulsing
flowing, infusing and liquefying until
deaths
                  delightful
                                       deliquesce.

mmmmmmm...
prlummmmmbra
brinta, recapture
our rapture and play
precognitive display
emerges and surges
our bountiful urges
forming our boundaries
from this ****-filled foundry
blossomed and ready for today
vanessa fonseca Oct 2017
Spinnin and spinnin
Head breaks off into a branch
The ends of my fingertips thin out
Like
I am dense in the middle: thin around the edges: i can feel myself melting away.
He told me
Ill meet you there, but someone will hurt you when the time is most wrong
boywasiright
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