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rk Jan 2021
there is an endless poem
burning in my throat
scratching at my bones,
keeping me awake
like a lover of the night
and it is only ever
howling your name.
Saïda Boūzazy Jan 2021
When moonlight  coves the earth,
Life becomes beautiful
It gives her hope,
Clears her Darkness,
Ends her Soreness

Limits her Distress- making her a mistress-

Finishes   her Infelicity
Kills her  Anxiety
Short-peom
Broadsky Dec 2020
your head laying on my chest in the still hours of the night reminds me of tree branches dancing in the moonlight

your lips moving over the peaks of my ******* sends memories of us flowing into my head like water rippling up to a river bed

your love is like skipping stones on a calm lake, when you look at me I feel these walls I’ve built start to break, and the barbed wire around me start to deteriorate

I’ve never known a love so true

I’ve never fallen for a boy like you

when you kiss me I see comets and cosmos, and shooting stars too, I feel the pull of the earth and the coolness of the moon, I feel the ground shake beneath me and flowers start to bloom in all the cracks and crevices, can’t you smell the perfume?

if you are truly mine, now and forever, then I’ve loved you since the dawn of time when we were just visions and thoughts in God’s glorious mind

you are the wind rushing through my hair, you are the creaks in the steps going up the stairs

you are the home where I want to rest my head, just to wake up in the morning and do it all again.

I love you effortlessly, like the clouds love the sky. I’ll say it again and again til it’s etched in the scrolls of time

your love keeps me high, it’s pure and utter bliss; can you feel the butterfly wings flutter as we kiss?

like the dew on a blade of grass at dawn, you kiss my palm, I love you baby because you’re warm and sweet like cardamom.

like chamomile and kava

like ashwagandha and marijuana

like rosé and champagne

after tasting you, I’ll never be the same.
Written for a boy I love
rk Dec 2020
you picked me up
and spread me apart
over and over
leaving your notes
in the margins
and fingerprints
on my pages.
now no matter
who reads me
all they can see is you,
staining each page
with blue ink
and a hopeful heart.
- we had that don't talk or you might wake it love.
Mitch Prax Dec 2020
If they wanted to,
they would have and there's someone
out somewhere who will

11:54 AM
24/12/20
Deep Dec 2020
I'm a person in whom you see;
a friend, a lover and a compeer,
The letters you type late night
on keypad comes to me,
And when the power cuts and
your mind starts making phantoms
you dial my number,
Late-night cravings, scholarly discussion,
A video call in the morning,
And on a certain day, a certain moment
I bend on my knee and ask you to be mine
forever. And you, nod in YESSSS!!!!!!

Ah! Love, thou unruly dictator!
I sat to read for exams
instead started dreaming a dream
of some other world.

I'm mad, hopeless, pathetic,
and sometimes sounds creepy too,
But how can I comfort
the sad, deluding, and longing heart?
Is there any medicine or herb?
How can I love and hide the flame of it
from you?
I'm doomed like a moth
flinging myself deliberately into fire.
Carolina Dec 2020
Morning tediousness.
I take my sight through the room and I spot loneliness standing in the corner.
The window's opened, warm breeze coming in. The summer sun's up high.
I feel your presence, but not in a physical form.
A bird's nest inside my chest, with no pigeons just emptiness.
Both of us always staring through the distance.
Eyes always devouring,
mouth drooling.
Catching your eyes sight,
everlasting in me.
Limitless and wild
I let the silk fall down
in my mind.
I was never yours to keep,
you were never mine to stay.
Yet the energy calls us,
or perhaps it only calls me.
Nothing to demand, nothing to wish.
So keep staring in silence
with your everlasting sight in me.
Mitch Prax Dec 2020
You are
sweet and spice
and everything nice.

You are
close yet far
like my favorite star.

You are
sun and moon
and I will see you soon.
solfang Dec 2020
my heart hurts lesser today
and that is good;
perhaps it is starting to feel okay,
or in a better mood

my tears no longer wet my face,
and that is good;
perhaps I am in the right place,
or my mind finally understood
that recovery is not a race
and I should not be rushing
to get out of the wood
2 months post-breakup; I think I've finally reached a point where I can't cry when I think of my ex anymore. When someone says time heals, they are just spreading the truth.
William Marr Dec 2020
It makes no difference
your lips kissing my lips
or my lips kissing yours

What is important
is that we still have something to say
to each other
and try to say it
well
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