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The familiar path
We used to walk
The dumb stories
We used to talk —
They never changed

Running in your
White canvas
Soaked in mud,
As I chased you  
Like a little spud.
Till the sunset’s cover—
Stood still in time

Between those little flowers
we picked up,
To the corsages you made—
We grew up.

Your canvas turned
to shiny loafers,
And from chasing you,
To walking down to you —
This feels timeless.

But this is not just till
The sunset’s cover —
But beyond, for
Every sunrise
With my lover

On our familiar path,
Honey,
Now let’s walk home.
It feels timeless
(In answer to Mister Truth's poem:
"https://hellopoetry.com/poem/5117352/my-poetic-slice-for-anais-is-she-really-a-true-lover-of-the-tasty­-italian-triangle/"  because he mused me.
)

I'm not just going to analyze pizza,
Or simply strategize about pizza.
I'll romanticize, evangelize and tantalize with pizza.
Because, honestly, I actually fantasize about pizza.

Papa Johns, Pizza Hut, Dominoes
Euuw, please, none of those

Garlic Crust? That’s a must.
Parmesan? Bring it on.
Anchovies? None for me.

What about cheese in the crust?
The whole idea leaves me nonplussed.

Ham and pineapple - that's just satire.

I say, “spare garlic and spoil the vampire.”
If that makes me hard to kiss - tight juju - I embrace my bliss.

Sausage or pepperoni, That's your question?
Put 'em together! That's my suggestion.

A simple cheese pizza has a timeless cachet,
but sometimes I take my pizza all the way.

And yes, I’ll still respect them the next day.
What? You put it in the microwave?
“Ok, you - be on your way!”

ring ring What, you’ve got pizza leftovers?
Ooo, baby, unlock the door, I’ll be right over!
.
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matters of the heart by lovlaine
Overthinking IT by WILLOW
BLT Merriam Webster word of the day challenge 07/15/25:
Tantalize = to cause interest and excitement

Slang:
tight = tough
juju  = luck
Beth Jul 14
I love  "A"
I love the moment I saw you
The way your brown eyes meet mine
How the winter  wind moved your curls--
The moment was so perfect
the same way
The moment was perfect
When you said
"I love you."
For the first time
I love you, my love <A3
this is the first poem i ever wrote its dedicated to my bf who  has always had my back, and for that i thank you my love tqm <3
rk Jul 8
the first time we met
a chance encounter
on my way out the door
yet something
held me in place
your eyes keeping me
in your rose kissed grasp

we met
and i wondered
how i could already
have so much love
for one person
it was as if we'd fought together
on the same battlefield
swords clashing
shields in place
fighting for each other
again and again

maybe then
it's not too much to hope
that there is another world
in which we made it
choosing each other
above all else
a place
where roses bloom
on the bloodiest battlefields

we met
and i knew that i had loved you
in every lifetime.
Ariannah Jul 7
Shattered into tiny pieces
Broken by one's heart,
Left with the sharp releases
Of feelings left alone in the dark.

My skin, it starts to burn,
Flames that barred return
Inside the walls that once kept safe
The wild love that took place.

Their silence showed the way,
They could never be the one to play
The caring lover, the long lost hope;
And leaves my confusion with no strength to cope.
monue Jul 7
A vision — that’s what you were.
Not a friend, nor a lover,
but an idea my mind couldn’t help but wander to.
I drew portraits of you in my head,
thinking this is what you’re supposed to look like
when certain emotions are finally let to be expressed —
making me want you the most,
making me love you the least.

So again,
a vision — that’s what you are.
Not a friend, nor a lover,
just an idea that my mind —
shouldn't—
but maybe sometimes still —
...still wanders to.
life happened , but I hope this can suffice for my absence.
ross Jul 5
r.
i come here to dwell
not in pity
nor in sadness
just to sit
on empty nights
in silent darkness
perfectly alone
behind memories
lost in you
all over again

too see you
without seeing you
hearing your voice
soft yet warm
a gentle mumble
through the words you write
i crave your interaction
any interaction
messages written
words forgotten
long discarded
never spoken

it takes a lot
to sit so close
to the one thing
you want most
and remain silent
god, it takes a lot
a lot of ******* love
to not scream into the abyss
in the hope you’ll answer

to lose you
not by label
of lover or friend
nor the bright eyed girl
i craved to know
but the one
who loved all of me
and the parts
i’d not show.
Veera Jun 28
Bric-a-brac high on a shelf, it might fall
On a floor with no carpet, might break and be gone.
It may slither, get lost, or be taken away;
Nevertheless, it just can't walk away.
It may gather dust, be moved, kept in hands, or removed
Somewhere else when the owner does not want to look.
Bric-a-brac is sometimes boring; it stands there so still,
Does not change by the hour its colors or kin.
It stays in one place with ease and a smile,
Happy to be someone's honor and pride.
It exists with no thoughts or dreams to become—
It is what it is, no less and no more.
After sunset, it is all the owner could want,
But by sunrise, sometimes they are gone all day long.
Bric-a-brac is still there; it's excited to be,
Unaware that the world might be cruel to it.
One day they could get used to it and throw it away,
Or resell for a penny, yet it's priceless, per se.
As for now, they admire its thinnest white skin:
It looks shiny afar, but too dull from within.
Bric-a-brac's just a vessel; it's hollow inside.
It contains what is gifted, spills back multiplied.
There are rainbows and lights if it's given some love,
Yet it is moved by an inch only once in a while.
It took ages to get in possession and own;
More time, too, has passed to trust in return.
Expected to be now a quiet trinket on a wall
Instead of a purpose: to be someone's all.
29.01.25
Morrigans Jun 25
Gostava de ti — mais do que gostaria de admitir.
Um sentimento que chegou inesperadamente —
me pego em meio a devaneios que me levam diretamente a ti.

Ganhou espaço na minha vida —
A tua voz, que sempre acalmou meu caos,
e em meu coração
agora, pensando em ti, vejo que foi mais do que paixão.

Rezo aos céus para que nunca esqueças
o quanto te amei,
em silêncio,
com tudo que havia em mim.

Com fúria, eu era mar aberto —
um oceano inquieto, revolto.
E tu, minha calmaria —
como a brisa serena da manhã.

Zelo, cuidado, amor...
Fizeste meus olhos brilharem, minha alma cantarolar.
Ao teu lado, vi um futuro.
Foste meu primeiro amor, minha primeira paixão.

Talvez...
A Culpa é das Estrelas.
Talvez tivemos um Encontro Marcado.
Ou, quem sabe,
Simplesmente Acontece.
Matt Jun 23
there is a place softer than sleep,
quieter than the hush between waves,
where i forget where my body stops
and yours starts—

your lap, your hands, your breath
braiding me into the moment
like a thread pulled through silk.

fingers slow, wandering, learning,
finding stories in my hair
that neither of us wrote
but both of us know.
the kind told without words,
only the hum of a thumb across my temple,
the rise and fall of a chest that is mine
and yours
and ours.

my cheek on your leg,
the fabric warm from you,
the world outside shrinking,
turning to nothing but the sound of you breathing,
the rhythm of us matching without trying,
without thinking,
like we were made to move in the same time.

i could spend lifetimes here,
in the space between your ribs,
the dip of your knee,
the cradle of your arms,
held like something precious,
held like something known.

and maybe that’s it.

not just the warmth, not just the weight,
not just the touch,
but the knowing—
that here,
like this,
i belong.

but i can never let you see this.
never let you read the way i dream of sinking into you,
the way my body aches not just to be close,
but to be wanted close.
to be held because you want to hold me,
not just because i fit into the space beside you.

if you knew—if you saw—
would you pull away?
would the space between us grow sharp,
like silence that means something different than it used to?

so i will press delete.
i will fold this feeling up small,
tuck it between the pages of my ribs,
and pray you never notice
the way i shiver when you touch me.
Sometimes I find that there is nothing more peaceful than a lover's embrace. And yet, sometimes, it's even harder to express that feeling with said lover.
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