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Ciara Jul 15
You taste like a dream
How I wish to never wake again
You stitched my heart at the seams
With love stronger than a friend
My heart is yours forever more
Over your entire being
Love I will pour
Thank you for being my muse
My everlasting love
I'll love you win or lose
Until we go to heaven above



-Ciara Faith Ann
To
Jeremy Anderson Turner
"My hearts desire"
Love poem
July 9, 2025 🫂
The Romantic Jul 8
A *** never stirred, overheating
shows me
it’s okay to die with desires
they usually
are things we don’t need
similar to those who
carry their secrets to the grave
slowly cooking them alive as the days pass
only the heat under the ***
can relate to what your heart feels
it burns nonstop
not knowing when it is going to
stop
invoking angels
one by one?
Breeze Jun 23
When life's a struggle
And everyday you're paying your dues
When life's a struggle baby
And you feel you're born to lose
You've got a bad case of
Hard Knock/Low Down Blues

When your lover leaves you
And you haven't got a clue
When your lover leaves you
And you're the last to hear the news (You're always the last)
You've just been bitten by
Hard Knock/Low Down Blues

When your whole world changes
And you don't get a chance to chose
When your whole world changes
And you wish you were in someone else's shoes(Got it better than
You've been a victim of
Hard Knock/Low Down Blues

When you reach and old age
And you can't do the things you used to do
When you reach and old age
And your life is just no use (You try to win but you always lose)
You've just been beaten by
Hard Knock/Low Down Blues
Here is the video for the song

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qt5Yd5ccSZM
Lewis Jun 7
I found a new color
In the space around your face
seemed like it wasn't real
And held my gaze, a spell

How could I tell

Had it always been there
Or was I unaware
That the windows I saw
were just portraits on a wall
To keep my mind astray
For another day

Well that day came
And took me along
Out the door, the windows gone

Blue green black
Softest of reds
Brightest of white
Darkness of coal

Well I was lost
In a strangers world
Only just recognized
I'd been a fool

How could I have painted
A whole new world
Whithout the shade or hue
That comes from you

Blue green black
Softest of reds
Brightest of white
Darkness of coal
To a lover not as lovely as they seemed
Nastia May 10
Love for you
Stuck to my heart,
Like chewing gum
To disheveled hair.
It is necessary
To get rid a part of myself
To find freedom.
Nat Lipstadt Mar 25
“Mariners should alter plans to avoid these hazardous conditions. Remain in port, seek safe harbor, alter course, and/or secure the vessel for hazardous conditions.“
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these governmental agencies
a veritable,, gala of cords of words,
have an urgency that is an
unintended poetry capture


the hazards of life
and their associated cruelty
oft brings out
the very finest of the best of us,
lurking in the innerest depths
we studiously avoid
lest we be embarrassed or
tearfully fulfilled


Remain in port!
(venture forth to save a life,
even your own)

Seek safe harbor!
(secure your internal best)

Alter course!
(there isn’t a single path,
that doesn’t consist of
thousands of minute
course corrections)

Secure the vessel!
(the first commandment,
your primary obligatory
to your first, the us, the rest)

for the most hazardous conditions
you’ll face,
are your own self-imposed
roadblocks and diversions,
overcome these is the hardest,
but success is freeing in a way
that makes you love this
ephemeral, always refining
de~fining yet obtainable potion
of
honest/to/goodness

true freedom

addendum
———-
discard, ignore
be wary of
those who fallback
on icebergs of curses
sandbag of ice Shoals
beneath the water surface
and when  they,
reduced to bile infected  
falling back on vulgarities and curses,
this the mist removal
line should never crook
or cross
Let them sink below the waterline for their talent is compromised, and they fail to understand and comprehend that poetry is intended to inspire
the commonality
that blends this potpourri of
im ourinternational collective who
value the collective spirit that informs our poetry

oh yeah
“**** my dck”
fouls this temperate commune
of politesse architecture here,
wounding us all

give us no more these

badwordsoffensive*
worse, tools of the
poorly pathetic thumb of the inarticulate,
in one so talented
2/18/25
Ali Jarallah Jan 28
So easy and flowing like everlasting seas.
It's comfortable, sweet and calm
It's a strong yet delicate arm.
I'm the boat, the wind and the free bird
Riding the breeze and waves.
I'm in a tranquil state. Arm behind the head.
I'm dozing off while the cloud carries me.
I know no fear. You are the sun.
I bathe in you, while you gently hold me.
I reach for you, and I find all that I ever wanted.
So, I'll keep surfing on your waves.
Hoping that the sun will never leave me.
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