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Morgan Howard Oct 2024
Your eyes
So deep and blue
Like the ocean
I long to dive into them
And explore their depths
But that's difficult
When you're afraid to drown
A void where when your affection dwelled,
A gorge profound, where satisfaction withstood.
Presently repeats wait, murmurs of agony,
A heart uncontrolled, lost in the downpour.

I meander through days, a ghost's phantom,
Tormented by recollections, a weighty expense.
Your giggling, a tune, presently a lament,
Your touch, a glow, presently an unpleasant flood.

The world appears to be dim, absent any and all shade,
An infertile scene, where nothing is new.
Each stage a battle, a fatigued situation,
Lost in the obscurity, without your light.

The evenings are unending, loaded up with despair,
An unpleasant quiet, stunning.
Your nonappearance, a consistent, a significant burden,
Pushing down on me, constantly.

I long for your presence, your caring hug,
To experience your glow, to see your face.
Be that as it may, distance keeps us separated, a horrible declaration,
A partition, difficult to see.

I look for comfort, everywhere,
In any case, track down no solace, no harmony, no Danny.
The world appears to be chilly, a relentless machine,
Without your adoration, I'm lost, concealed.

I attempt to occupy myself, with books and craftsmanship,
However, nothing can make up for the shortcoming in my heart.
The hurt of yearning, a consistent aggravation,
A significant weight, that I can't maintain.

I miss your grin, your giggling, your mind,
The manner in which you caused me to feel so fit.
Your affection was a fortune, a valuable gift,
Presently lost everlastingly, an excruciating fracture.

I long to hold you, to feel your touch,
To realize that our adoration, won't ever be squashed.
Be that as it may, destiny has mediated, a brutal wind,
Leaving me broken, lost, and uncontrolled.

I look for replies, however see as none,
Lost in a maze, where trust has gone.
The aggravation of partition, a weighty burden,
A weight excessively weighty, to be conveyed abroad.

I attempt to continue on, yet it's difficult to do,
At the point when each memory, carries me to you.
The prospect of losing you, perpetually, is a trepidation,
That torment my fantasies, a large number of years.

I trust sometime in the future, we'll see as our way back,
To the adoration we once had, a lovely track.
Up to that point, I'll continue, with overwhelming sadness,
Expecting a future, where we won't ever part.

Thus, I stand by, anxiously,
For the day when our adoration will vanquish demise.
At the point when we'll be brought together, by and by,
What's more, our hearts will retouch, and our adoration will rule.
feeling beside you equals the world
Jeremy Betts Oct 2024
My heart gets crushed
And cracks once more
It leaks through from the ducts of the eyes
As it makes it's way down
The carved out paths on my face
I can't forget to remember the painful why's

©2024
My Dear Poet Oct 2024
You can’t shift or shake me
but you can wake me
with your eyes

You can’t mould or make me
but you can break me
with your eyes

You can’t tie or stake me
but you can take me
with your eyes.
Robert Sep 2024
A million bright stars.
In your eyes, calling to me.
Within them I'm free.
Another short haiku (5 7 5)
Àŧùl Sep 2024
The sun doesn't revolve around us,
And it was known to the ancient Hindus.

How they estimated precise distances,
It's still an exclusive paradigm of sorts.

This poem is not a nursery rhyme,
For it discusses what went wrong.

Wrong with the history of Hindus,
And with the tapestry of the world.

Hanging down the global gazebos,
Is a wonderful story of lost wisdom.
My HP Poem #1999
©Atul Kaushal
Emery Feine Sep 2024
What did that darkness in her eyes really mean?
What have those eyes really seen?

Did they mean a lot of guilt?
An infection not entirely built?

Like her brain had started to melt
Like a decaying flower, slowly to wilt

She closes her eyes, giving up to this embrace
As all her memories in the past begin to erase
this was the second poem i’ve ever written, created on 9/28/22
Luna Pan Sep 2024
He’s Theseus, lost in a maze
he says, "You’re beautiful,"
over beers with friends,
like whispers caught in the wind
he talks of Cuba,
dreams of late night coctails, dancing, puros
on the hot white sand.

He’s planning Christmas
at her favorite Italian spot,
as if love were a dish,
as if they could feast in Elysium
his glance feels like a stolen apple—
sweet, forbidden.

There’s another waiting,
her shadow always near.
she wears his heart.
even Ariadne’s thread won't lead him home to her.

Yet she wishes,
she stands like Andromeda,
weaving hope by moonlight,
hoping he’ll break free from his chains,
and choose her as his goddess,
like Orpheus, daring to look back.
Karma Sep 2024
I looked at nothing today.
After an hour
It asked,
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
I, of course, didn’t expect this.
I thought I may have
Been staring at someone on accident.
Though, It was just me here,
And I suppose someone else.

Another hour passed,
As I continued staring at nothing,
And suddenly, I felt eyes
Right connected to mine.
-They felt spiteful.
“Doesn’t feel so good, huh?”
“I.. suppose not,” I said.
So I blinked.
I regained focus on the
Darkness in front of me.
Weird.
I looked at nothing today.
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