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Maria 6d
The evening is quiet, clear and fresh.
I’m walking along the shore.
I’m wearing only few clothes now,
Only your shirt and nothing more.

I’m stepping onto the damp, warm sand.
How pleasant its touch is!
I’m not in a hurry. I want to inhale
The waning of this aloof day’s breeze.

We wandered here with you beforetime,
Holding hands, breathing in time.
Love and peace were around us.
But then all went wrong, not in rhyme.

Now I’m walking along the shore.
I’m walking alone, delighting in sunset.
I’m gulping my tears and walking straight.
That must be the way it has to be instead.
Thank you for reading this poem! 💖🙏
Zywa 7d
In the soft glow of

the sun just above the hills --


we warm each other.
For Lotte W and Madelief dK, with a photo of them

Collection "Take a picture, now"
Maria Jul 14
Love for me is a gift,
Heaven bestowed.
It’s a rushing waterfall,
The amazing desired award.

Love for me is happiness,
Which is forever appeased.
And if you get it suddenly,
Please, don’t ever miss it.

Love for me is an evening,
Where candles are burning and nobody…
You’re gently stroking my hand and whispering
Something solely for me.

Love for me is the world,
Where’re both of us - me and you!
My photo is in your phone screen.
My darling, how I love you!
This poem is about real tender love! Thank you for reading it!💖
AE Jun 28
When the spring winds fell into my lap
and my stride began to fatigue
and the taste of new days
often soaked in reminiscence
became too difficult to stomach
I tied the skyline around my soul
and made curtains from the sun
to shade the windows from the grey
of afternoon storms
when all the speeding and whirling
thoughts fall into my lap
they intertwine with a breeze
drifting from place to place
Piyush Jun 15
A heart that desires nothing,
Now loses on empty evening,
It loses everything.
Brick by brick,
It breaks you completely.
Write it quick,
And leave the world discreetly.

Easy you go there,
Where nothing is pleasing,
A disturbed mind — strangely appeasing.
Bigger the talk, lesser the thing,
The last wish could be a walk,
Or it could be a ring.

Answer the questions,
Play it with skills.
What is obsession?
Don't count all the kills.
Far and far it is —
The world you miss.

Rise and rise,
Yet you don’t climb.
The harder the fall,
The harsher will be the rhyme.
Maria Jun 11
Let’s dance in our half-light room,
To our melody, you and me.
I have no evening dress and you also haven’t .
But I just ask you, dance with me.

You are so shy right now. It’s so sweet.
Come to me closer.I’m trembling whole.
Take my hand, and come nearer.
I’ll smile and won't say any words at all.

We’ll be circling at the edge of the Universe
In our room, where half-light is.
We’ll be silent just to dissolved
In our love. Two hearts’re in time with.

I'm gently placing my hands on your shoulders.
They are so dear, my own ones!
Let us dance. It's our evening,
Our dance under stars at our love.
They are in a half-light room, they are only two and their love...

Thank you for reading this romantic poem! 💖
Zywa Jun 3
The broom is scenting

into my house this evening --


Falls asleep with me.
Collection "More"
Piyush Jun 2
Evening it is.
Already?
No work, no **** —
Just silence.
I'm writing.

Can't take the risk,
Yeah, I’m scared.
No pressure, no disc,
Yet I’m prepared.

To work,
I must,
Though my thoughts
Gather dust.

Finding work —
Yeah, I’m berserk.
Not skilled,
Just the will
To fight.

I’m waiting.
Yeah, there are great things,
Just not for me.
But then —
There is she,
In my memories.
Zywa Apr 5
Evening, I'm alone,

in and outside my cabin --


And it's getting dark.
Poem by the monk ("Hoshi") Ryosen (?-828): Sabishisa ni / Yado o tachi idete / Nagamureba / Izuko mo onaji / Aki no yugure

Collection "Shelter"
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