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I loved the poem that you gave me,
Dear beloved, for Valentine's Day
Oh! My goodness, that was ****.
That was hot, romantic and gay.

I loved the poem that you sent me,
To express your deepest feelings.
I also loved the flowers and the rings,
That you gave me for eternity.

I never knew that you were a Poet.
You shocked me with your lovely words.
You made me happy; it was like we just met.

Love can externalize exceptional emotions,
And expressions that are as sharp as deadly swords.
I also loved the kisses, the candies and the carnations.

Copyright © February 10, 2016, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Ahlam Feb 12
when sadness is a lesson
so you learn and accept
                                                           
and when happiness is a blessing
stuffing a radiant energy within

when all you have is nostalgia
you become glad , wishing you could have it back

when you love
you worship something other than god

and when your heart aches
echoes of the past linger in all its chambers  

a core full of people
full of memories
full of life
Vianne Lior Feb 10
Emotions like the sea,
Ebb and flow, rising, falling,
Within the abyss of my being.
Sometimes calm, sometimes a storm,
Yet always a part of me—
A tempest in the quiet,
In constant, ever-changing motion.
Wasil Feb 9
A man shouting at the distant sky:
ridicule the futility of such an act.
Witness untethered anger,
for a cloud begins to pass through.

Hear weeping as the cloud departs,
its loss unnoticed by the sky.
Confused at the insanity displayed,
ignorant to the rhythm of nature.

Mock the one who mocks,
blind to the drifting sky within.
Shed tears for his scattered echoes of frustration,
caught in his own storm, yet unaware of the calm.

Mumbling a prayer,
a man may save his fleeting breath.
Blind to the rhythm nature weaves,
one day, your voice will ride the breeze.
The heart shaped piggy bank
rolled down the street.
You waited until the door was open
and then rolled right out.
I slid my last dollar in,
building towards something more
something more than paper-thin
ambition,
a future that includes you,
in some shape or form.

I don’t know how you fell,
or how you got down from the shelf.
Better a dollar bill
than my hand stuck inside you.
I’m glad you didn’t break.
I fed you all my dreams,
all my ambitions.
It’s no wonder you didn’t explode
when you hit the ground,
waiting for something real
Red Vigor Feb 7
Deletion
Disconnection
No holds barred
Forever my unluckily lucky number of age

Where nobody or few thought of anything large

Immediate pleasures not large gambits.

God, let me breathe.
God, let me breathe
Together for a year, I thought I’d make my move,
But our first fight shook the groove.
You said, "It’s fine if we don’t talk anymore,
I’m fine without you," repeating it more.

This aggression, it stings, it stays,
Are you fine—or just fading away?
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