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Deep Feb 2021
How close we are now,
your face on my screen,
My arm seeking your back,
A kiss, pout, thousand gestures,
Typing texts bestowing wide smiles
and staring screen in hope
to never end this moment,
Miles apart yet so close that
the warm breath reach me
Soon you exhale, or at least sound
of it,
How gorgeous these inventions are
making lovers life easy,
sighs cut to half, tears reduced to zero.

I thank that human God
who invented the phone,
And glory to all those
shadowed by the mythical ones.
Àŧùl Feb 2021
Oh my lover,
Do not mind my haircut.
If you miss my longer hair,
See an older picture.
I am surely bigger than my locks,
My experience is the greatest.
My HP Poem #1909
©Atul Kaushal
Saïda Boūzazy Feb 2021
A dream
A wizard
A lover
Tow hearts  
One sings  
The other dances

The spring
The Sun  
Two lovers  
One loves
the other shares  

A fairytale
A mystery
A story
One tales
The other listens

It shines through out my heart 
The ocean
The sky
Once met

A moon
A light  
A fool
She falls
sasha Feb 2021
her silent presence
all-encompassing
wrapping you in her warm arms.

the whisper of her, teasing
oh-so-close

she's your lifeline
without her you struggle to live
she's the very breath
of this wide earth

bottled up,
just for you.
nobody loves me *** truly my flop era
sasha Feb 2021
passion burning in her veins
licking at her heels
as she chases a lost love
across the barren land.

rage ignites in her
burning bright a flame
that cannot be quelled
despite the way
you try, you try, you try
pls comment it feeds my parched heart
It’s hard to find an honest person in this world of today, to have a true friend that loves you is worth more than anything in this life that will pass your way.
Someone who cares no matter how you look or feel, always waiting with open arms and when you are hunger, they will feed you a meal.
A person you can count on to help bail you out anytime, and willing to work with you when the relationship gets in a bind.
You can play the people you pass on the street, but always be honest with a true friend, life is short and another you may never meet.
No one is perfect in this life’s game, when we never admit our mistakes all we do is ruin our own name.
Finding someone who loves you, and you love too, is a gift you should cherish and be honest with them in anything you do.
It’s never a matter of who is right or wrong, it’s someone you always want to be with and share life like an old love song.
Never being greedy about material things, we think we should have in our hands, the high should come from having a true loving friend to share, and explore each day on this land.
Always showing appreciation for everything, and never pushing them away for the excitement you think a few minutes of pleasure will bring.
Never making up stories or hurting them to make you feel better inside, the worst thing you could do a lover and friend is betray them or lie.
Always come forward and apologize if you turned on a friend that has always been good to you, remember your luck or game will someday come to an end and you will be all alone, and no one will be there to help no matter what you do.

Tom Maxwell ©
sasha Feb 2021
warm and forgiving
ever full of life
the burst of colour
in a barren land.

she gives you hope
and without her
you stumble, aimless
in the dark.

her presence is eternal
long after you've left
you'll stagger
trip and fall

fragments of her heart
on your white shoes.
four part element poetry is a go
sasha Feb 2021
a fleeting glimmer
as her eyes reflect the light
the taste of her
soft, sweet, lingering
on your tongue.

you need her to survive,
and without her
you crave, you crave, you crave.

hold her gently, love
cup her in both hands
and treat her tenderly

else she'll slip away
her shadow
a stain on your favourite jeans.
grammarly shut up i literally use british spelling????

found this in my scribble book as a section of a four part poem might end up posting all of it might not but who knows definitely not me
Dianali Feb 2021
my mind just was
submerged in that daydream
Romance is
An illusion of a team
Reality would eventually hit
no scenario less fancied than this
Not thought of as devotee,
but as a rival I was seen.
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