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Svetoslav Mar 2021
Her
Her breath is a cinnamon fragrance
eyes are like glowing emeralds
lips are caramel
she fills me

Her kiss puts my lethargy away
time remembers only what is real
for our bliss freezes this special moment

devotion is our journey
life - our destination
awakening to the senses
love's culmination
everything sparks when she's near
GJLT Mar 2021
Sturdy as a titan is the oak off in the yard
Stuck strong and deep in the mud, with the permanence of a mountain ridge
There wasn’t a force of man, nature, or God that could catch her off
her guard
Until one golden morning came to pass, which started without a hitch,
Only this time an army of tiny fellows were summoned to follow,
And there they were, a pack of carpenter ants ready for a momentous
feast,
Eagerly and with ease, turning the impenetrable oak completely and utterly hollow.
Payton Hayes Feb 2021
I have been doing a lot of thinking lately, and
I’ve realized there are so many strikingly gorgeous people in the world.
No, I am not talking about the long hair
Or the blinding teeth or the amethyst eyes, those lovely windows to the soul.
No, I am talking about the souls, themselves.
Beautiful, creative and unique souls comprised of the most exquisite stardust. It’s none of the things we call ‘beautiful,’ here on Earth, though the face of true beauty hides behind them.
This poem was written in 2017.
Payton Hayes Feb 2021
Loving you is all I want.
Laying on your       chest
with a shaky softness.
The way your electricity collides         with my skin.
Your hands,     gently    exploring.

Your breath comes across my back.
Lovely are     your words,
finding their way to                 my
              lips.
Your body pressing against
mine.
Curving your shoulder,   slightly.

Your fingertips brushing            around my waist, like
waves       washing      over     me.
The feeling of your teeth      soft against       my neck
Tonight we're a sea,          your rocky rhythm       taking
       me down,
deeper.

Arching my back to        meet your moves.
My     bare      skin singing for       your warmth.
And you savor my     thighs.
Gentle are intentions.
You               trace your tongue       along my hips,
               planting flowers with your
lips.

Gripping      cold silk,
your     breath comes
hot against          my neck.
My mind pulses with
the thrilling thought of you
      rolling   over in
sheets of
             infinity.
Skipping        a beat,
your
         heart
gives in.

Leaving       fingerprints       on our      skin
                 like              beestings, and
I have never known a love
as sweet
as this.
This poem was written in 2016.
Pretty Butterfly flying everywhere
Looking for blooming flower around
They fly and fly and look for one
The blooming flowers in the garden
That have their own beauty in the garden  
And have their own colors everywhere
The blooming flowers are the beauty of the garden.
♥ Beauty Of The Garden Poem ♥
Donna Feb 2021
Pigeons in wellies
Sparrows in knitted jumpers
What a lovely day

🐦🐤🐦
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Aditya Roy Jan 2021
No more tears for the virulent girls
No more fears for the deplorable men
Only farewells for the women
And goodbyes is meant for the boys

Destiny has taken a turn tonight
Our paths will cross sometime
My parents told me to look for love
All I do is learn through tropes

The sky is as blue as your eyes
Your ruby red lips are found in the recess of the skies
Your soul is golden as the fleece of the sun
Your cheeks clench in stony silence now

I'm glad you are with me
How long will this last
Heaven knows, but hell awaits
So I am told
A man's character is his fate.
Heraclitus
Carmen Jane Jan 2021
Nothing was said by the tides of the lake
As they were frozen in time
Nothing will do to start and shake
The core of this lake, oh, sublime!

One can try to guess what was last spoken,
Perhaps it was hating on all things unfair
Nothing was left behind, not a clue or a token
To unveil the secrets, to clean up the air

One more look at these rough edges
Underneath of a smooth glistening glass
They are there ,muted for ages
Frozen thoughts , waiting for winter to pass!

Only celestial kisses that fall quietly
Gather to form a white blanket
On the chest of this lake, oh so lovely
That holds its  breath, unshaken.
Patrice A Jan 2021
Like the waves,
you pulled away
before I could bend down
to touch you.

But
many times,
you crashed against
my limbs
while my heart
was in the sky.
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