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Mustafa Sep 29
I think of you
Lying on a sandy beach
A light breeze kisses my face
The sea is calm and still

I see you on the clouds in the sky
I see you on the air, hovering over the sea
I see you lying next to me
Yet I know you are very far away

I hear your laughter loud and clear
Your body emits a fragrance
Fresh as the scent of roses and jasmine
I can feel your presence next to me
Yet I know you are very far away

You are a portrait on the surface of the sea
A painting of vivid colours
A painting as only Michelangelo could make
So vivid, so real
Yet so far away you are

Ever in my thoughts you are, ever will remain
My Dream Girl, My Dream Girl
I have never seen you, yet I know you
Like I have lived with you, all my life

I see you so clearly that I could paint you
My Dream Girl, My Dream Girl
Alas, I am no Picasso or Rembrandt, MyLove
Only A Simple Soul From Down Under
For the person in search of his Dream Girl
greatsloth Aug 27
On the corner of your pages
I'll leave not my name
Nor my wretched face,
But a word of thanks

You let me read your stories
Shared to me your worries;
I somehow became part
Of your wonderful art

I would be greatly honored
If you saw my crooked words
And remember those times
That once our pages aligned—

Where laughters are easy to find
So did our cries and whines.
xia Aug 6
I breathe air through lungs,
strained from cries.
Laugh through a mouth,
master of lies.
Look at you with eyes,
mirrored pain.
And still I wonder how
I lost you
by loving you.
Ironic?
Understatement.
I thought it saving
you
thought it hiding.
Maybe you were right,
maybe there is no
burden
in love.
maybe i should've shared mine with you.
© xia 2025
Grief is a strange thing.
It can have many masks and be many faces.
It can be anger.
It can be hate.
It can be laughter
And it can be an overwhelming sadness.
Grief is a stranger.
It is the man in an alleyway dressed in black.
It can watch you.
It can grab you.
And it can even make you one of its own.
It is in times of Grief we must fight.
We must crawl and claw our way out.
Because Grief can make us a stranger,
Even to ourselves.
rhenee rose Jul 2
The seats are empty;
The theatre is dark;
Why do you keep on acting?
There’s no one keeping mark.

Each step analyzed;
Each line rehearsed;
What tricks are you playing?
Trapped in an eternal curse.

These masks to hide fears;
These laughs to contain sadness;
Who are you when you’re not pretending?
Careful not to thread into madness.
A poem continuing that Charles Bukowski quote.
ProfMoonCake Jun 23
It took three seconds
for a cautious hello
to turn into a symphony for my soul.

I wonder if my walls still remember
the laughter that went on till dawn.
Since then, the mirror seemed kinder,
my legs moved quicker,
and my smile did not vanish.

I have never felt this way before—
sleep seemed futile,
hunger vanished.
I wrote about you
until my hands hurt.

I could feel your heartbeat
through the light blue shirt you wore.
The hidden patch of your beard was exposed.
Your words fell into mine—
look at our human noise.

The old couple looked at us in envy.
Maybe we will get there too.

The moon followed us,
and we heard wedding bells.
Your pretty hand fits well in mine—
just right.

I couldn’t wait to call you home.
teju Jun 16
You’re sunshine in spring,
A pure smile so shy,
Introvert and classy,
A warmth passing by.

Natural and cool,
Beauty deep and true,
Photogenic spirit,
Lovely through and through.

Always understanding,
Open to life's art,
Strong yet gentle kindness,
Friendship from the heart.

Spontaneous laughter,
Plans out of the blue
Dear sweetest sunshine,
I'm glad I met you.
Jeremy Betts May 27
Is she jealous or angry?
That's the whole daamn thing
She's jealous for sure
The rest is her projecting

Find me laughing
Because it's so fuucking predictable
The "everyday" is everyday
But does that make the ending avoidable?

That's surely a possibility
But I'm not allowed to say I want to end it
Though the heart strings search out the fingers
Are those thoughts event independent?

I hate to admit it
But relationships are just a buffer
Maybe only a classic bowling lane bumper
Because you'll hate to know that know I am no longer finding that I'm stuck here
...

®2025
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