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DivineDao Apr 2016
When an Author of poetry gains zero likes
                And the reads did occur:**

- you're unlikable, no one loves you, or your poems anymore

- your poem is a total crap

- your abstract art is so intense, people have to yawn and yawn, on and on, to get more oxygen for their brains (if there are any left, right ;) especially when being "deeply" in love => therefore => the lack of a like       
                            implies   =)             Pure Magical Love

- your poem was dealing with the fatal and devastating love nobody else could have possibly comprehend. To you the love-pain is still mean in its torterous palid beauty; and where the poem becomes an altar where you go, when you need to cry out all those beautiful teardrops.

- your descriptive sloppy skills repel the mighty sand castle grainiacs who claim they've reached to the bottom of a tremendously important words  ----> "The cunning Itch" and "This ****** **** Anguish" ~ long before they could have conjured and
      comprehend the totality of an idea of fertile feromones colliding with written opiats of a maddening desire

- your poem was overlooked because it does! I repeat! It does not play on the like-ability or un-like-ability of other writing subjects whose libido has to be saturated and satisfied as when dearest bjork and pj harvey are having a slowly approaching ****** of a concert which was deleted from the u-tube ( from un-understandable reasons ), but never from the sweet memory images and ability to play the song just for your self satisfaction

- your poem' is flying up up up above the mundane passing~stream of warhol's 15 minutes attention ... cosily stretching across the heaven's cerulean grey sky like a fine artistic sofa would undoubtfully do ~ in its utmost beauty : ;engaged to offer the after tired bohemians a nectary respite and those unutterly ******* delights

- you're probably having the enormous amount of the incognito anonimous league of wild n' witty obsessive admireres who pretend they don't read your poems < ==> when they don't press the like, you know you were pressed to any convenient dreamy surface in their daydreams

- or   you   absolutely don't write poetry at
All
In need to feel
more than mere
words poets press
continue reading...

My Poems here
are a common
red blood bind
horizon heeding
from blank to grey.

Tips are starlit as
the most bold ink-lined
beautiful formation
of space & time.
   Seems
bizzare, un-limited
falsificated classical
old blue ink evaporated
with digital evolution.

 Not aware of its-elf ~ existence
is sinking deep into my
tactile fingerprint cushions
    Once I see guidelines  
there's no hook to be
made out of necessity.
I add and add ad
infinutum and all
I see is Home.
Written by
Impeccable Space
Poetess
~~~~~~
She'll write in language
with impeccable letters -
to him her prime tongue!
Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Poetic Love
~
Try to write in my native language (which is not English)
without mistakes . . . sweet English conqueror!
5/7/5/7/5/7/7

How can I trust you -
Flickering flame in storm-wind
That I don't lose light!
In this dark, cold, barren night
Where crickets crave sleep -
In cricks, in my chest, Thy song
Long forgotten - Now haunts me!
Created by
Impeccable Space
Poetic beauty
~~~~~~~~~~
Once upon a time
she read many a day
    many nights

She thought about him
a charming ripe soul
  with magic palms

Sipping "The Poesis Ink"
  in just the right doses

Turning everyday
ordeals and ordinary
sighs of Love into a
         Dream.
Imagined by
Impeccable Space Poetess
Poetic silent admiration
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Kruti Joshi Sep 2015
You
I wanted
To write about you
To paint your picture
With my words
To draw your
Almond eyes
To capture the wit
And life in them
To caress your face
Taking you in
With each stroke
To trace your lips
And the love they hold
To refine the subtleties
Of the many struggles
Your face bears testimony to

But you,
Oh you, are the reason
That I'm a poet
Without words
You were to be my masterpiece
My art, without color
For all the words in the world
Can't describe your essence
My love.
When deep indigo night
Releases magickal stars from the sky
And tenderly brushes them upon
Your mischievous smiles ~


Herself's stroked by this peculiar
View; then little naughty thoughts start
To conjur an irresistible wish borne inside her
*****: "You ~witty man~ deserve one lovely
Kiss on the left cheek." Then another one!


A kiss that's rarely seen ~ a soft one ~
A passionate one! Juicy, yummy charm ~
Resembling a wanton scented humidity
On the beautiful cherry blossoms day ~
On the other one. Right now!


Then at last our lips are lit; as wild
Woods strawberries ~sweet taste~ comes after
They bathe in the warmest sunshine rays.


Waiting to be consumed with
Adoration and gratitude. We are a gift! ~
To one Another. . . I hide bluntly in each
Others Love; and so do you.


We ~lost within our eyes~
Diving to unknown and unrevealed
Dephts, levitating above mysterious
Corners of shadows and light. . .
Only our souls know of.


At last, my love!
We humm, my heart is yours ~
Mesmerized; your heart is wide ~
We kiss, we breathe, oh my!*


To live, to dream a thousand times
And never forget: to live ~to love!
Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Poetic love
She said
fast
And she did A WWWWWWWWWWWWvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvLike a rocket
she glided
like a dream
                                          she was
a tapestry
a magic landscape
a canvas to your sensoric
pleasure

you've caressed
her curves
like breezes gently
unleash pink dew
from blue grasses
you've
managed to tame her
rage, untangle
her
ribbons and silk
'your eyes shine like stars'- she murmured . . . . . . .
then came a hurriccane
of you' passion Rising
s h        o   o       ti     n          c l       o            the                
     s
as shattered roof tops
flying among bycicles,
stretching wild clouds as sweet
cat's opening her gems dim
beautique vision,

dragon-kites
allured by the happening
acculated words
Written in-to Ether fro'
Free sword at last!         kitchen
table started to whirl among wild ducks
love
spinn

as swans
we have loved
as swans
after snow
                                    
                                            

Days to nights to dawn. . .
my darling floats: up and down
in and out. . . Body/Soul


                                              


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d6AFV78AxRE
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SøułSurvivør Jan 2015
~~~


Sometimes it is
a cup of hot cocoa...

... or the lipstick on the cup!
Perhaps the whipped cream...?

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