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siddh 4h
Somewhere beyond the veil, far from the claws of civility,
Past the grey building that echos hostility,
Lies a humble hearth that would save my sanity,
touched by the goddess Hestia’s divinity.

Oh! Look-emerging from the lemon orchards is my lover,
Who runs to bring me a four leaf clover.
His golden touch makes me shiver;
I swear you could see his eyes shimmer.

You could taste the saline breeze,
That sprints from the languid sea;
the waves thrash in a symphony-
My brush drips with aquamarine.

You can smell the warm honeyed sky,
Curling from the fresh baked pies,
Or from the midnight hyacinths that cry ,
That my golden one helped reach the sky.

Those delicate fingers pluck the stings of  the lyre,
Resonating a rhapsody the gods admire,
That fills my heart with desire,
As I look dumbstruck ,this heartthrob I’ve acquired.

You say,“when you know you know”,
And I think I will finally  grow’
With my arms linked with my beau’
As we cocoon under the weeping willow.

But  my ears rings with screams,
As I realise it was all a dream;
My sheets wet from the streams-
Was it all just  my mind’s scheme?

My world now is once again grey.
I don’t know how will I go about my day;
My hands have no-one  left to sway,
For I am as lonely as they say.

You tell me, that memory I should not save,
But my heart is not that brave.
For after all, I am my grief’s slave-
You know each day I wish I were in my grave.
this is a lyrical tour of love, loss, and yearning, interwoven with imagery informed by Greek myth. The poem is a journey through a dream world in which the warmth of divine affection and the intensity of the world come crashing up against the cold realities of the everyday. Rich with symbolism and hue, the speaker moves through the ecstasy of an ideal world and the despair of finding oneself awake in a world of solitude. The poem combines the otherworldly loveliness of nature, the emotional power of music, and the uncooked force of myth to forge a haunting meditation on the difference between dream and waking life. ( if you read closely the lover is Apollo). it is modern twist to The Song of Achilles
Joss Lennox Apr 14
Locking eyes created a burning flame.
The look that lingers across the room,
or silently haunts throughout lifetime frames.
The gaze that wanders through mysteries, of who you might be.
Finding yourself in lingering thoughts,
the mind retreats into dreamscape spots.
Drawing images of creamy gardenias,  
Tangled up mazes of wing laced dreams.
Echos from the soul, like quiet thunder, willingly sparks.
Alluring radiance from breath taking oceans and streams.  
Weaving canvases of braided devotions,
only from your golden, sun lit beam.
As time folded on, you became the warm center of my vision,
my eyes forever found a path fate seated.
Writer's Digest April PAD Challenge Poetry Prompt for April 13, 2025
"Full __" fill in the "blank". I chose to write about the first time meeting my husband, those first moments and looks. How they turned into vows and long lasting commitment to each other through various hardships.
Axus Mar 26
Bathed in moonlight's gentle caress,
Lost in the labyrinth, a maze of distress,
On life's twisted path, I falter,
Each step, a burden on my silent altar.

The cold breeze whispers secrets, "Shiver," it sighs,
Heavy limbs trudge through night's dark disguise,
Shadows cling with sorrow's icy embrace,
Ensnaring my spirit in this barren space.

In the distance, a flickering beacon I glimpse,
Its ethereal glow, a whisper urging me to wince.
Guided by its glow, a wary step I take,
Closer, my fears recede with each move I make.

A solitary firefly, sparking the garden of the night,
With twinkling radiance, it invites me to take flight,
Dancing through foliage, leading with its luminous dance,
Towards a hopeful morrow, where fears trance.

Through winding tunnels, where shadows twirl,
Deep within the cave, where mysteries swirl,
An exit blooms with lights so bright,
A golden aura, guiding to realms unseen in light.

To the exit, I find myself, enchanted with delight,
Amidst myriad fireflies, painting the dim night,
They sing with their soft luminescence, a celestial melody,
I join their harmony, feeling my spirit soar free.

In the garden of fireflies, where dreams softly trace,
A promised visit, seeking its own space.
Their ethereal dance inspires, a vow to keep,
To return to my garden, where wishes deeply sleep.

I extend my hand, they swarm, aglow on my palm,
A vow affirmed, in their tranquil charm,
Easing burdens, lifting weary limbs,
As we voyage towards dreams' uncharted whims.

Taking humanoid form, they whisper tenderly,
"Meet us again in your garden, where dreams roam free, endlessly,
Where wishes unfurl, and dreams bestow,
Together, we'll bathe it in our gentle glow."
In your garden of dreams.

The alarm softly stirs me from sleep's gentle hold,
Yet its beauty lingers, a beacon of hope untold.
Today feels different, as I rise from my bed,
With newfound friends and dreams ahead.
I’m falling for you again,
even though you’re miles away,
and I have no idea who’s lying beside you
when the night wraps its arms around you.
But memory, sharp and clear,
still recalls the way your hand
used to rest on my stomach
so gentle, so sure,
like it belonged there.
I’m falling for you,
for something I don’t even know anymore.
I’m falling for a version of you
that’s never coming back.
A memory that keeps pulling me under,
even though I know
it’s a love that ended
before it really began.

I’m falling for the absence of you,
for the space between us
that stretches farther every day,
but still feels too close some nights.
I’m falling for what we had,
or maybe what we never had,
but could have had,
if only the timing was different,
if only we had been who we needed to be.

I’m falling for a memory
that’s beginning to blur,
a love I’m still holding onto,
even though I know it’s fading.
But I can’t let go
not yet, not when it still feels like you’re here.
And maybe, just maybe,
I’m falling for the idea
of what we could’ve been,
even if that idea is all that’s left.
Kat M Feb 28
The taste of your touch lingers
On the contours of my body
Ripples of a dream swirl through
My vision's like raindrops entering puddles
Only if they knew how your presence intoxicates me
Looking sober to the spectators in the distances
Never let the honeymoon feelings fade
Only playing the fool for you
Feedback Welcome!
The doors of ancients opened,
Now broken, we can go though,
A powerful magic releasing us again,
Free to return to reign once more.

Wandering through the ages of time,
Tangible to see and feel the imaginary,
Farewell, I go far away from here,
In a world of dreams and the magical.

Now you approach me,
Come in to me and fill tonight,
Chase away the darkness within,
I ride the night by your side.

Shadows flee from the pure light,
Give me the power of the air,
Winds, hear me, call my name,
Blow into my very soul, give me hope.

As you enter my room of enchantment,
You feel my spell weaved and you fall,
Lie with me under the cover of the night,
Under the stars draped around the moon.
Free verse, About dreaming.
I had a dream,
Where I flew,
And I kissed the moon.
But you were the moon,
I flew to and kissed,
You.
U r my fav
Faith Cubitt Feb 8
I still see you in my dreams sometimes, like echoes in my head of something familiar.
paper was my new best friend, it listened as i laced my words with pain and beauty, heartbreak and desire.
'we still could be' was the last thing you said before I walked away.
(that's right, i walked away this time)
I knew the what the words you said meant. the silent question mark lingering in the air.
but I couldn't bring myself to answer.... not then.... so I'll answer now.
I could love you till the sun stop's shinning and the moon stop's rising. but the truth to us is we were never meant to last that long.
we were stubborn and messy, young and reckless.
but I can still miss you, dream and write about you.
but when you said 'we still could be' somewhere deep in my heart  knew, and answered for me.
maybe in another life we could be something we weren't supposed to be in this one.
Dhruv Jan 1
Your lush green eyes filled with maroon
Oh, my is it a dream that I always, have you?
Waking up by your side, with your lingering scent
Citrus with a crust of ocean in it
I have loved you forever and always
be mine my beloved in this lapse
until the twist of fate intervenes
let me be the only fool to have your hand
forever and always be mine
Zywa Dec 2024
It is still so new,

I'm disconcerted, sitting --


here waiting for you.
Song "Turn me on" (1961, John Loudermilk), a.o. sung by Nina Simone (1967, album "Silk & Soul") and Norah Jones (2002, album "Come away with me")

Collection "Loves Tricks Gains Pains in 60s and 70s"
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