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Flashing speeding lights
The city streets bathed in neon
Our hearts tied as one
Blood-soaked blue sky
Smell our vinaigrette of helplessness
The honey crying chords of a zillion golden cubs

Roots that won’t die
Bursting through us
Dark crimson walls high
Too shame our innards

Tear-drenched rain
Draining our conscience
Pulling us toward the marble migraine
Where blinded gerents continue the measured deterrent

Of life desperate
Keeping hearts from heads
And minds from mouths

Away from this marble pavement
High up top, in cobwebs of restitched tapestry
Skeleton beast, less beastly in breathlessness...

A surge of sun spurged light in clustered cusps
Blows into this lecher
To carry our vividness
Like pappus in great gusts...
Daniel Tucker Jul 30
I know your name
And you sure know mine--
Two hearts together
Forged by the pain of time.

I know many names
But yours is engraved
In my mind
Where all other faces
Fade and you are mine.

She stays the same
Like every morning.
Her name cannot
Change like every night.

And at the slightest
Change at our fingertips
We share the pain
And the loneliness lifts...
She knows my name.

I said, "I do" but you know
I had no heart of gold.
You said, "I do" and you did,
But I left you in the cold.

But now together you & me
And our three other hearts
Sail sweet pains ocean
But let us never drift apart.

Sometimes I don't know
Where I belong--
You know how lonely
I feel.

But life like the seas
Ebb & flow;
The answer's found
Where I kneel.

Where I kneel.

I know your name
And you sure know mine--
Two hearts together
Forged by the pain of time.

I know many names
But yours is engraved
In my mind
Where all other faces
Fade and you are mine.
Take me apart,
See what makes me tick.
Turn the key in my lock,
You’ll know,
When you hear me,
Click.

My heart is a clock,
Someday it’ll fall apart.
But while it’s running,
And I’m alive,
I’ll track the seconds,
Until we click,
Again.
I remember we promised to wait until we were ready to be us. I don’t think either of us are waiting anymore, but sometimes I think about if we both found each other back in the theater and I put my arm around her like I desperately wanted to, then would we fall back again?
The poem was before all of this.
Pax Jul 29
has
two
hearts.
this one is a a double-edged sword.

i was having a conversation with one of my friends, he said his loyal to his wife yet he has a mistress here. so this thought comes in mind. relationship is really indeed complex, like now there is a throuple, open relatioship and etc... so for me loyalty is for one, that is for sure. like i said before i don't like to share what's mine. i respect everyone's view in relationsip, that is why i never voice this out to my friend. because my matter is a different matter, i dont impose.
BRIDGE

The bridge between our hearts
as fine as spiderweb threads
along it soldiers march,
workers trample, children skip
with ***** of light
cows graze, horses gallop

Between our hearts the bridge
is held by the Tree of Life
sung over by rain
its roots tangled
in the molten centre of
Mother Earth

Below it gurgles River of Intentions
on the banks rural maidens
with feathers in their plaits
play reed flutes
lilies grow in its crevices
whilst dragonflies sweetly hum

African mothers sing rhymes
whilst suckling fat babies
spiders delicately continue
to weave below trodden cobbles

I longingly listen for the trample
of your brown leather boots on
the other side of the bridge !

©GhairoDanielsPoetry2018
Soul Jul 4
(Part 01)

As the dawn arrived,
the cold breeze
swept the
belt of
yellow sand
with her fragile
delicate fingertips,
till the sun
dipped low
and
melted into
the seas of tears,
for the moon
to take a
flight
into the skies
to have a ballet
with the
stars.
That true beauty lies in those who fade away quietly, letting others shine, and remain until no pain reaches them.
Tom Lefort Jun 27
We were young, and the lights were out,
Spinning rooms and turning heads.
The last great generation—blooded hearts,
Passions born not of screen, but skin.
We longed, we loved, we lived—
Lifted to the highest plane,
With music and flesh as our true witness.
Those times were more than murmured whispers—
We were real, we were true,
Visceral tombs to the last great time for all.

Tom LeFort 2025
Bhadra Aug 4
My heart weeps in silent cries,
Yet knows not the reason why.
The mind’s a storm of perplexity,
Where love of Man is chained and bound.

The sky resounds with silver voices,
While earth lies scattered with broken hearts.
Destre' May 20
Come feel the waters swell
Lips find pulses
Wave crashes into wave

Breath hastens swirling winds
Wave crashes into wave;
crashes into wave

Eyes
   clouded skies
Fingertips
   raindrops hungry for dirt
Fell
    and found the sea
Wave crashes into wave
Deep
  Crash into me

Lightning radiates surrender
Chests drifting thunder
And the tide slinks back to the sea
as you pull yourself out of me
Primal desires.
"You're a work of art"
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