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A new room,
cold, empty space.
First glance,
uninviting.
I stood rooted.
For a while,
but without thought,
I stepped.

A bright glow through my eyelid
stunned me at the gate,
of my new beginning.
Struck by someone.
She, who never saw me,
who flattered me with her tone.
A woman with the prettiest auburn hair.
Her eyes, a rainforest,
one brown, another a startling green.

I would give her everything.
Happiness, a better life,
a perfect life,
but its beyond my reach to gift.

Her;

a poem, awestruck,
an abstract painting, worth the stars,
a love story, rose and bold.

She;

a flower, blessed with immortality.

She'd be my reason for life.
She's a spell everyone wants,
a warm feeling everyone needs.

All I want is her,
she's too distant to attain.

All I need now
is a world to grow
around my heart
until I grasp my freedom,
like fresh air
on a walk.
Written in 2022.
Limerence is an odd thing.
I went over to your house again.
The same situation, all over again.
Except this time it was slightly different.
I had more control and felt euphoric.
Now I feel insane when I’m without you.
When you’re gone, who will I talk to?

I want to be so close to you that I can’t get any closer.
I guess I was when we were together.
With you, I feel happier than ever.
Are we meant to be together?

I think it’s best if we stay apart,
But oh how it hurts my heart.
I don’t wanna leave your side.
Maybe I am broken inside.

I hope, I ache, I reach for love but you can’t see my true face.
You only see my silhouette
You can see me but you can’t see who I am.

You’ve crossed every border of my skin,
But never asked who lives within.
When I think of you my palms get clammy and my stomach turns.
This doesn’t feel like love should.
This is just wrong.

When I think about you I get anxious.
So do I really like everything about you?
And do you like everything about me?
Or do you just make me feel loved?
And do I just satisfy you?
Do I like you?
Or do you solve my Limerence?
Diem Price Jul 12
Staring at a clock
Slow for time to transition
Boredom consumes me
A short haiku for a poet who is beginning his journey here on this website. Nothing grand or thought provoking.
CE Uptain Jul 6
Santa Clause, I still believe in you
I know where your power is
It’s the love of children
OK you haiku experts, chime in. Am I doing this write? Only a crazy rhyming poet would try his first haiku about Santa Clause in the middle of July.
The sun boasted of romance's it had seen                                                             ­                                                               during  the previous summers of love                                          For there  have been many a young teen                                                             ­                                                            who fit that description like a glove                                                            Shining down to sun-kiss  pale skin                                                             ­     like a fourth of July firecracker sparklin'                                                        ­   Heating  up the fires that burn within                                                      Summer romances on the horizon                                                          ­           The lazy days and the long nights                                                           ­  staying  out  late by the bonfire light                                                            ­ The magic of romance ,touching your life                                                Feel  the rush and come alive
I love summer love, most of us have had summer romances as teens. It's beautiful, confusing and the best thing ever.
just a boy but felt like a man riding my bike across town just to hold hands.
Nostalgic memories from my brain
Nat Lipstadt May 31
~Primus inter pares~
(first among equals)
<>
the risks
the aspirations
the trial and erroring of
outrageous under appreciation

the silence,
the unabashed frustration
of our inability to right express
the exact precision needed to redress the pile of self~unsatisfying drafts
that need the evermore honing, whittling
curettage of accumulated filing
repeated nip and tucking

T his!
makes us all
first amongst equals,
we,
who throw ourselves again and
again, at Henry's urging
"once more into the breach"
we foot soldiers who but toil alone in grande silence until we satisfy our innermost creativity
are all so alike
all of
^firsts^
among
equals
in this grande society of
poetry addiction!
5-31-25
The sun no longer rises,
The earth has stilled beneath my feet;
Yet still I walk, and wait—for you.
The moon has vanished from the skies,
The wind no longer sings its tune,
But my heart, it won’t stop pounding.

Here and now, I make my vow:
I’ll run through fire, shatter bone,
Tear down cities, conquer thrones—
Yet never beg, nor plead, nor bind
Your soul to love that must be free.
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