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Blind love, gentle dove
I have my heart toward only you.
It beats furiously,
yearning for all of you.
How could I not see
the historical trauma you've had to flee?
You've arrived in front of me to just be,
Wise serpent beautifully.
May the dove have an option to choose.
To gently love or fly free.
A blind love flees; real love sees
your true self is no mystery.
2022 Hello Noah
Lolita Feb 21
Us together was exemplary devastation and even in pieces, I yearned for more...  
Us together now is pure conservation even perpetual I want more...  
Can I compare you to my lovely day? But you are the art more lovely and more adumbrate...  
Your cherry blossom hue never gonna wash away by heavy showers of rain I'm not even gonna let ragged wind shake my darlings, Dovey...  
You can savour me... But only with your eyes...  And I will vow with mine.. then there will be no surprise...  
May our path be cohered forever and get entwined... We can epoch our kiss in a barrel then we not gonna need chardonnay wine...  
What signifies how intimate we shall be??
Not what you are but what you're to me...  
But you are so far away... And we are planning to make our stay...  we are staying under the blanket of starry nights...  
And it's a sight to behold because we gonna see two moons collide...  
As long as the sun shines we traverse and expands...  
May we reach the end of it all and may this never ends...
Bees may **** us one day...
Thekingspen Jul 2021
Maybe death is a win.
A win from all the pains
A win from this life of many sorrows and troubles.

Death might not be a win but it's the end of pains and troubles and the beginning of an unknown path.

If there's any ease in death, Rest easy Mom🕊️🕊️
Erian Rose May 2021
Autumn mornings filtered
gentle daylight on sunbeams
across cityways
and warm-tinted sidewalks,
upbeat lofi humming
with the dove's sorrowful song,
while weaving past
the struggles days bring.
Hi everyone! I finally got down to creating that lit magazine :) The Instagram is @autumnmorn.mag
It's still a work in progress, with an official website, logo, and application/submission forms in the process, but within a few months it should be up and running!
Sa Weol May Apr 2021
Head up high,
at the cold cerulean,
constellating my fervent prayers,
with no stars included,
sweetly encountered a canorous disenthrall
sang by the only dove
I saw at the sky.

Bhoomi Mittal Mar 2021
Birds live to be free,
Don't catch them when they are in trees...
They are not supposed to be in cages,
And to be sold in wages;
We can't see their tearful cries,
Cause we force them to die;
They want free air,
In cages they live without their mother's care;
The symbol of peace is dove,
But we lock them in cages without any love...

                                                       ­       BHOOMI MITTAL.A
In today's world not only birds are caged but also humans are caged in their own thoughts . This poem brings out their condition
Keiya Tasire Feb 2021
Suddenly the dark clouds appeared!
A cry of disbelief!
A cry of despair!
The agony of a heart breaking!

The mind clouded over  
Relentlessly trying to push the pain away!
"Breathe! Breathe!
Remember to breathe! ...."
He said to himself, "Remember it is just a rainy day. "

He continued to breathe for years and years
Reminding himself,
"We all have reasons we grieve."
Until one day he realized there was a purpose.

"It was the lessons of the grief
That opened his heart to understanding."
It is here where fellowship began to bloom
Opening the door to something much deeper....

Longfellow, I stood still!
During all of "The Rainy Day" days.
Fully opened and allowed the tears and memories to flow...

And the lotus flower of the heart opened
One at a time
Petal by petal

He looked up into the top of the Tree of Life
The Dove came
Hopping down it's branches
Singing to him - a song
Dropping the fruit of wisdom
One fruit at a time!
Into his heart.

Hearts rejoice!
Hearts full of laughter!
Heart's still longing
Yet comforted
With Love!
We each have a different understanding and lesson we gain from grief. What is yours?
Man Feb 2021
the dove
labored by his own beak;
the last breathed breath

lungs are filled
with the salt of the sea
**** to the shackled, the non-free
do you care, or is it a play
to see what you can get
breathe in
what's left
of the clean we polluted
divinity diluted
of air cleared, not yet
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