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Deona Spiteri May 17
Love is everywhere,
It's in your friends, in your colleagues,
and even you.

Though sometimes we wonder,
If love is everywhere, why can't we find it?
Why is it sometimes so hard to find that person for us?
The person who seemingly makes our lives "special"
The person who makes us smile and laugh.
The person who makes us feel like the only person in the world?

I've looked for that love everywhere,
but every face I see, has another lying in beneath.
Every love I've found, hasn't seen me as theirs.
I watch as everyone has someone who will listen to all their troubles,
someone who makes them laugh and smile,
someone who makes them feel like the only person in the world.

I wonder, why can't that be me?
Is it something to do with my personality?
Maybe I'm not tall enough, blonde enough, or even pretty enough?
Or I'm just not loveable enough.

I'm always told to be patient, wait for my time.
But everyday I just get closer to the line,
Of hoping that someone I'll love will be mine.
I don't really know what in particular made me want to write this, but here you go:3
Aaamour May 13
is her favourite colour red?
Like a rose filled with passion and worth loving everyday
or she makes me bleed when I try to hold her
I notice that her hands are red
is it blood of her prior lover or just his kisses
can she ever be a rose of another colour
yellow, pink, white maybe? But then
If I held her then my blood would stain her beauty
now it blends in perfectly like a teardrop in rain
deeper the colour of her lips
for every stroke of petals she touches
but like wine for every passing year
she’ll just get better and better
is her favourite colour blue?
she brings my life out of the blue
like a sea I’ll never know everything about her
which makes me think all the time
and sometimes even dream about her
she is like a moon on a dark blue night
lighting up my life allowing me to see the stars
is her favourite colour green?
Like a leaf she inhales my sorrows and exhale love
she has the ability to change a simple caterpillar
into a colourful butterfly filled with so many colours
many of their names I don’t even know
every spring she is a new shade of green
watching her multiplying like hyacinth over my lake
is that all? No!
She might like white, pink or even exotics like gold
whatever she likes I know she will always colour up my life.
JAMIL HUSSAIN May 10
Your lips, they speak in whispers sweet,
A language only hearts can greet.
In every kiss, a universe,
A silent verse, a lover’s curse.
The Kiss of a Thousand Words 10/05/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
I’m a crybaby
Lying on her lap—so deep.
Reading poems
I’ve written for her
She dares to believe.

She twirls~ my hair—
Twice—twice it entices
Loving the way she ponders
Before she realizes.

I’m a crybaby
Lost in the night.

On her lap
I’ve found my lonely paradise.
~_~
Joshua Phelps Mar 30
Heart beating,
short of breath.

I wake up alone
and wonder:

What would life be like

without you by my side?

The fear of losing you
leaves me choked up inside,

but I'm doing my best
to cast those feelings aside.

It's taken me so long
to open my eyes,

a long journey marred by mistakes,
one after another.

It's taken me so long just
to let my guard down and try.

Sick and tired of building up walls,
I'm simply tired of losing it all.

I'll do everything in my power
to save myself from the fall,

just to spend one more night

with you by my side.
Vishal Sharma Mar 26
I'd capture the wind
And bring you it's song,
But the breeze slips through my fingers,
It's where it belongs.
I'd paint the sky
With shades of your smile,
But the colors would fade after a while.
I'd weave a tale
Of dreams and delight,
But stories are whispers
Lost in the night.
So I give you my soul,
In whispers, in deeds,
In the quiet moments
Where love truly leads.
For the heart knows no bounds,
No lock, no key,
It's yours, ever after,
For all eternity.
This poem evokes a bittersweet yet hopeful feeling—love may not be contained, but it can be felt, given, and shared in its purest form. The final lines cement the idea of unconditional devotion, making it resonate deeply.
To construe a feeling from deep deep within,
And to Have it out, form the words, yet to keep it in.  
The art of expression in a Quantified way.
Letting out some of the nuances, but keep others at bay.
The liberty to express what is really there.
All awhile no one's really there to hear.
And lest a fellow poet would
Take a peep.
Indeed 'Tis verily plausible the Sullied Secret may still Keep.
They love to say
we bring out the best in each other
that I bring out the best in you,
like that's the only thing I am good for,
the only reason I am in your life.

They smile
and point.

It won’t last.
Eventually, he will leave.
Even the moon goes through phases.

As if I’ll just
pack my bags
and leave you behind,

as if I could just
erase my entire existence.

Baby,
I love how they think
you cannot think
for yourself.

your friends,
all the people around you.

They think they know
the truth
when they see me
half the time.

Baby,
I understand
the concept,
the concern.

But even the moon
doesn’t fully disappear,
If you look closer.

Just because they don’t see it
doesn’t mean
I’ve left your sky.

Some things
are just meant
for you.

No matter
how much they point,
or try to pull you
to the side,

there is no hiding
from you
I want to build a home with you
a place pieced together of words,
passed from you to me.

Eventually, the walls will breathe,
and they, too, will whisper
through our bones.

No matter how old we get,
they will still be there.

Although neither of us will
completely own this home,
what we will own
is how it makes us feel
and the memories we'll soon sit on
like furniture.

A place we'll come to spend
most of our time,
an inner standing
that it will house both of us,
no matter how we choose
to express ourselves.

The first meal we'll have,
I'll season with my smile
so you can taste what I taste
and feel what I feel
when I see you.

Then you'll understand
why I have nothing to hide,
why I open and include you
in different places in my life.

In this home I want to build with you,
there isn't a wind or a force
that could blow it down.

Even if we were to separate,
my hands will still remember
how we built it
brick by brick,

the mortar sealed
with a kiss from your lips
Gabriel Yale Mar 5
Oh, my love, I hear your call,
Through the storm, I’ll brave it all.
No wave too high, no night too long,
I’ll bring you home, I’ll keep you strong.

Through crashing foam and raging sky,
A ship with love will never die.
Hold on tight, don’t let go,
Feel my arms in the undertow.

Now you’re safe upon my deck,
Breathing soft against my neck.
The sea may rage, the stars may stray,
But love like ours won’t drift away.
Immerse yourself in the timeless beauty of "Unyielding Tides," a poem that captures the essence of enduring love and unwavering devotion. This heartfelt composition takes you on an emotional voyage through stormy seas and starry nights, reminding us that true love conquers all.
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