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You are precious
Like treasure
Someone I wish to
Protect
Allow me to rest
Within your shadow
Keeping an eye on you
Staying warm
Comfortable in your dark
Just tell me
When you need me
I promise the part of me
That lives in your shadow
Will behave until needed
I want you to protect
My peaceful
Calm relaxed
Side that is always exposed
While the monster that hides
Waits
Rests
Gets stronger
In case you need help
But I digress
To protect you
Just tell the shadow
I will protect you
Like a dragon
Over looking its hoard
Except
The only riches
I have is
A gem
Equipped with multiple pieces
That makes a whole
Beautiful
Unique
Special
Treasure
In turn look at me as your
Hidden
Dark
Valuable
Jewel
With nothing more than a
Demon lurking
Protecting you from your shadow
The last Poet Jun 16
I chose to be my first love
My last love
My everlasting love

I chose to love me first
Before you do too
Chose self love and love will always find you
Maria Jun 13
And what’s then? What’s left?
Maybe the faith that the day'll beep,
That day when the sun pushs cheekily
To windows, disturbing sleep.

That day when there’s no sadness,
When everything’s clear and plain!
That day when the soul is married
To happiness, sprayed with rain.

That day when all the trumpets around
Struck the march, bravura and blessed!
That day when I live the whole time
Just live without any dread.
Thank you for reading! 💖
Yashkrit Ray Jun 13
A deer near a pond
Drinking water, sees lion
Now fears the water
Some moments of happiness that suddenly turn into horror that haunts all the life.
ProfMoonCake Jun 11
I have played this game before.
My accolades adorn the walls.
This pull-push dance is tiring.

This time,
when I see myself
being pulled into the whirlpool—
I let it.

Drown me, baby.
Show me how love works.

I’ll wait for the little things:
the stolen glances,
the awkward silence.

I hope you are the other end,
your arms stretched out.
I want to run to you
and tell our daughter:

This is what love is.

I will tell her—
someday, a man will come.
And when you set out
to write about sorrow,
you will smile,
thinking of his warmth.
True happiness, a positive attitude,
Everyone has inside, they could spread,
With others, throughout each day,
So many hide, those feelings, or show,
A fast flash, then back to a negative,
Story, for some it’s like self-torture,
Not letting, the subject fade.
Someone trying to create something positive,
In this material world, today, spending, time,
Working around their own mistakes, they might hear,
That’s ok, unless they receive, a lot in pay.
So many have a bad attitude, is it a subconscious,
Trained reaction, taught to the public some way,
It would be a challenge, for most to just talk about,
Positive things in their life, repeating them, for just one day,
And walking away from those who complain, or talk negative,
With the words they say.

                       The original: Tom Maxwell  © 06/11/2025 AD
Look for the good in others, be positive with the words you say!
My forever started the moment I met you,
A simple breath, a world rearranged.
We laughed, two spirits entangled,
Learning the quiet rhythms of existence,
Each day, a soft discovery,
A gentle unfolding.

That first virtual kiss, like rain on our faces,
A digital spark igniting a real flame,
A cinematic moment etched deep within.
I know your history, every shade and contour,
Yet I hunger for the retelling,
Each detail is a new sunrise.

Your brushstrokes, a continuous melody of colors upon the canvas,
They hold me captivated, a private symphony of hues.
You have truly been seen, wholly embraced,
Just as you are, a vulnerable offering.
Look into these eyes, love's silent plea,
I tell you 'I love you', A Whispered Promise.

I dream of your presence at the final curtain,
Your face, a beacon as shadows lengthen.
To fall with grace, your hand in mine,
At that last breath, a shared stillness.
Is that alright? This profound yearning,
This desire for eternity with you.

May your presence linger when I falter,
When the path becomes unclear, and I stray from myself.
I pray for your strength, your gentle guidance,
To lift me up when the weight becomes too much.
A warm celebration, our tapestry of years,
Woven with tenderness and unwavering faith.

I envision our future, a living fairy tale,
Family dinners, roots deepening into shared earth.
Teaching little voices the simple courtesies,
"Thank you," "please," the foundations of kindness.
Knowing, with you by my side,
Everything will always be more than alright.
Mateah Jun 9
I cry for countless things
For birds with broken wings
For toys left by growing kids
For discarded wedding rings

I cry for characters on screen
Personas I've never truly seen
Whose stories echo familiar
With wisdom that I might glean

I cry for broken hearts
For unsuccessful starts
For fields of wildflowers
That are staked then ripped apart

I cry for rivers that can't be crossed
I cry for things not yet lost
And even within remarkable love
I cry, knowing what love will cost

I have a friend who cries
For rose-tinted skies
For the first looks given
From a newborn babies eyes

She cries for happy endings
And noble, generous spending
She cries for torn friendships
That are slowly but surely mending

She cries from staggering laughter
Or jumbled kitchen disasters
Or while attempting obscure talents
That we both know she never will master

I think it's something special
To have tears so freely deployed
At the sight of heartbreak and beauty alike
What a gift, to cry for joy.

What I see in her brings tears to my eyes
I crave that untethered jubilee
And in my longing, I realize
The beginnings of it in me
I realized not too long ago a trait in my best friend that I really loved: she cries happy tears a lot. I also realized that I rarely do. If I do cry in a happy moment, often it's because I'm preemptively mourning whatever it is that is causing joy. I hope to feel the depth of joy that my friend does more often without sorrow stealing it.
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