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It’s not that I fell for you and slowly got to know you
I didn’t go deeper

I am in deep
I know all of you
And now I love you
A short one, I wrote after a conversation with my husband about what love really is, how knowing someones flaws makes you start really loving someone!
I look at you
While you sleep
I can feel your peace talking to me
a very short one, but I liked how it pairs up with "falling asleep in your arms"
I'd love you with my eyes closed
No not because I want to
Its just that I would
If suddenly
Everything went black
The sun and the stars

I’d make your voice my light
And the softness of your skin my place to hide
From the dark

And I’d tell you about your soul
And that even without light
I still see you
Sharon Talbot Dec 12
Emily, Emily, called back,
But not set free,
By those who worship
and study thee!

Summers see the young ones
Gather on your lonely grave.
Kissing with immortal tongues,
To desire they are slaves;

But you forgive them blithely,
tell them to proceed,
In your name and memory,
The one thing you knew not was greed.

-Sharon Talbot
This is a strange paean to Emily Dickinson, near whose grave I lived in Amherst, MA. Teenagers hung out there and drank beer. My best friend and her boyfriend made love on poor Emily's grave! I didn't believe their story of "honoring" her thus! Note: I used "called back" in one line, as this written on her gravestone.
You once told me
That we're bound to
Be star-crossed lovers
Ill-fated by the Norns
Doomed to fail from
The very start

And so we remain
Perfectly unfinished
A bittersweet loose end
Beautifully haunting the
Back of my mind to
The end of my days
Not a sad poem... just a tough one. The very last.
Vlokanda Nov 30
Souls are like butterflies,
demand burned in fire.
They fly, fly, and fly.

Dry leaves fall,
seasons slowly change,
dark branches are alone.

And I can't make you stay -
tell me why you don't stay.
Do you think my heart hurt?
Do you think I am in your cult?

Birds are in the sky,
and you are making me cry.
Am I wasting my precious time?
What could be mine?

Darkness is everywhere,
but your window is light.
Was I too selfish -
that I must be punished.

Tell me you hate me,
so I can turn to the dark.
Couse, I am a loser -
who deserve to die.

Why do I see blood,
when I am next to you?
Tell me you despise me
so that I can hate you.

Why can't I make you stay -
tell me why you don't stay.
Do you think my heart hurt?
Do you think I am in your cult?

Snow will come,
changing the time.
I will hate you,
everything will become true.

Butterflies are like sparks,
the black night stars.
Vlokanda Nov 28
Blue lights, red lights,
I don't see anymore.
When I close my eyes -
you are with me no more.
Am I lonely for you?
And do you miss me to?

The world has beauty -
we are rather tragic,
like broken royalty.
Tell me where's the magic.

The stars are out.
The lough is loud.
Over the rails is moon,
but I can't miss you.

We' ve had fun,
for a long time.
You know all my secrets,
the story behind my scars.
When parents were loud,
only saw me cry.

The stars are out.
The lough is loud.
Over the rails is moon,
but I can't miss you.

No, I can't miss you.

You are my past.

...

When I close my eyes -
you are with me no more.
I'm alone in the dark,
and you're far - behind those lights.
apricot Nov 14
In shadows where two hearts entwine,  
A dance begins with fate’s design.  
She loves him like the summer sun,  
Yet he’s entranced by another one.  

A glance exchanged beneath the trees,  
Whispers carried on a balmy breeze.  
Her laughter sparkles in his eyes,  
While dreams of her friend ignite the skies.  

Oh tangled web of tender woe,  
Where passion's fire and heartache grow.  
Two souls adrift in currents wild,  
Each lost within their fervent masked smile.  

He walks a line both thin and frail;  
Between fierce love and a bitter tale.    
One holds his heart in open hands —    
The other charms with distant lands.    

At dusk they meet under twilight's veil,    
Three silhouettes telling secrets pale;    
With unspoken words that cling to air—    
Their silent cries weigh heavy there.

Who will remain when dawn breaks clear?
And which sweet song will fade from ear?  
For love can bloom but also betray;      
As seasons shift and hearts decay.

Each moment etched in time's cruel flow—    
Twilight trembles as truth must show:      
Will triangles cease or deeper bind?        
In whispered dreams their fates aligned.

So here they stand at crossroads bend—      
Lovers caught where paths descend;        
An echo waits for softer sighs -            
Such is love—with its bittersweet ties.
Love triangle going on in my class, so I'm writing this poem...?
December I remember

The cold snowy travels
The loneliness that graveled
The darkness that unraveled
I was over
I was gone
I was sadness
For so long

The months went on
The slumber never gone
Hibernating with no song
On mute
I didn't belong

Then one day
Came along..
A beautiful day
A touch of destiny
Blessed be
As it were

I had met
A girl
One simple day
One fun play

Adventure to be had
Never again to be sad
We connected
We shined
Growing
Like vines

Vines I say
Remember those?
stay up
all night
Laughing and eating
Everything in
Sight

You showed me
Friendship
And love
How beautiful
Blooming
Truly was

We bloomed together
Starry eyed doves
Former  connected souls
From years ago

We talked
We listened
We glistened
With wine
Wine all over me
Wine across town
Looking like clowns

We goofed around
We fell on the ground
We shopped at midnight
With no one else around

You got my jokes
You had my rose
I had your back
Everything felt in
Tact

Bryan Ohio
Is where we were
Bryan Ohio
Once my curse

You made that town
Overflowing ecstasy
Everything was grace
Everything felt like
Destiny in place

My body
My soul
No longer
Cold bones
Now
Sitting high
On our thrones
In Bryan Ohio
We were
Each other's
Homes

From one simple game
We met
One simple day
I'll never forget
Grand theft Auto
Gave me you
Grand theft Auto
And
the entire open road
Too
I wrote this for my poetry book! It's about the friend I don't have anymore. This is how we met and how it started.
Oh! No, they should never talk about Borinquén
Puerto Rico, Porto Rico in such an evil fashion
PR swims in the Atlantic Ocean and the Caribbean Sea
With other exquisite islands like Cuba, Jamaica, and Haiti
Puerto Rico is a gorgeous Caribbean Archipelago
With high mountains. Oh! Yes, wonderful Puerto Rico
Has perfect blue and white sky, tropical rainforests
Crystal clear water beaches, and she’s one of the best
Puerto Rico can never be ‘a floating island of garbage’
She’s lovely with a lot of potential. In this day and age
Some crazy clowns or comedians must have a lot of nerves
To insult such a sweet Boricua with friendly peoples
I’ll be going to Puerto Rico soon to search for my stunning Saint
My Santa, my Queen. I’m going to become an artist to paint
The smile of this paradise island. Borinquén dear, my love
Javier Solis is right. You are the land of dreams, my love
No one can tarnish your unique image. I will visit you soon
With lovely dreams in my heart and with a silver spoon
So I can enjoy your cuisine and seep up your tropical cocktail
While diving deep into the eyes of my dazzling and **** angel
Our Puerto Rico is a mythological Island for dreamers
Our Puerto Rico is a tropical Archipelago for lovers.

Copyright © November 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous collections of poetry.
This poem is my response to this crazy comedian.
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