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Anmol Mago Nov 2019
Not all that you see
can be put to words
Not all that you feel
can ever be expressed

There is something
hidden behind
the corner of your eye
and I haven't
quite found
the word for it yet
Can it be (love)?
Anmol Mago Nov 2019
They say-
(love is intangible)

And yet
each day
I could see
your tears
calling out to me
That which is lesser understood is often the most important aspect of our lives.
Rumi or Kabir the examples are endless. Love is in a way passage to the ultimate.
James Oct 2019
Like time, are we found through serendipity.
Minutes, a mere tick to unfounded revelation.
Past, are the days when we go subtly by, dissipating into the night sky.

Like time, our corporeal spirits aloft into the pitchy sky.
The tender kiss, a gentle stroke, nuanced by the caressing love of the lunar above.

Like time, are we imprisoned in our own conscious. A mere abstract picture, blown into the winds, caught adrift, and veered into the dark streams of reality's heavy rift.

Like time, we are but ethereal wayfarers: youthful beings marked by ephemeral nature, merely to trance the universe's wake.

And like time, our departure ticks till the last grain meets, and the sand flipped, to start all over again, and again, and again.
ms reluctance Apr 2019
Incomplete beauty –
a photograph of a wave –
shadow memory.
Poetry form - Zappai
NaPoWriMo Day #1
Pyrrha Jul 2018
Be happy they say
As if its a command, a switch, a lever
So simple to them
They do not see
How intangible it is for us

The ones who refuse to pretend
To lie to ourselves
To lie to everyone

Be happy they say,
Be happy
Charlie Dog Jan 2018
I hear myself in whispers,
I glimpse myself in dreams.
But that is all just (a) sandman's lust.
And I will never be me.
Jack P Aug 2017
you are my universe
if my universe is an animal
and that animal is tearing a smaller creature apart with its teeth.

you are my world
if my world is just this room
and the door is constantly locked from the outside.

i cannot tell if this is asbestos or stardust -
- either way, i can't get it out of my eyes.
inspired by willpower and my lack thereof.
Sarah Lane Jul 2017
Memories are like fireflies in the dark of her loss
Where love grapples to know bounds only the spirit can cross.
I experienced the intangible breath of her soul
As it escaped and created this invisible hole.
Her small, fleeting life showed me that I can't always hold on
But precious things must be cherished even after they're gone.
A short poem about my dog, Tehya, who passed away suddenly at the age of 4.
It’s okay
To think
What seems possible
The intangible
Keeps us
We are,
Words are subjective to the reader; emotions are solitary to the subject.
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