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Apporva Arya Dec 2018
You feel like a Dream,
Whom i daydream,
Every night with Moonbeam..

Clear i tell,
Bound by your Spell,
Yes i fell,
For your deep eyes citadel..

I know you know,
Why don't you show,
At least say NO,
Before my hopes grow..

But you just a dream,
Which will end by outdream..
I like a boy who feel like a dream. I know he know about my feelings,but e doesn't show it. Enough with this torture, Just say NO and let me get over it now.
H J St Jun 2018
Today,... I was struck by a radiant spark
As if the universe gifted me new sight
She shared her quiet smile and affections
A view free and bright
A laugh sweet and smart
From 6700 virtual kilometers away.
She is a delicacy of energy and passion
An old soul of many lives
Illuminating life through kind acts
She shared with me so that I might
Get to know her gentle way.

Fennie is uniquely above.
Like her name, her loyalty is rare.
Like her art, she deeply cares.
As you share your selfless acts
She’ll gift you hers through selfless love.

As she wanders about in her beautiful mind.
She is like a true Leo
Moving fast and free
Caring, open and honest
Endearing others to sweetly see.
She is like true Impressionist Art
Creating sensations to move you close
Brushing thin and bold strokes with her touch.
She wanders among the world, cities, and now mine
All in an order to share her enduring shine.

I like her. I feel her flow.
She holds my attention
At 5 am or in her afternoon sun.
I wish to know her more.
If she grants me that wish.
I’ll behold it close.
For it is quite a gift
Just to feel her glow.
Lunisolar views are rare, gentle, bold and quiet.
Treat them with a loving kiss
You'll be gifted forever with bliss.
Imran Islam Nov 2017
I will never call you to me
You never need talk to me
And I'm not crying for you
I will never wait for you
No need to be sorry, go away
I will look for a new day.

I keep trying to be ordinary
No need you in my dictionary
I already knew about your love
Its mean is so awful and stove
I have nothing to forgive you
Because today I don't love you.

You can go away, you are free
You can take out my love's tree
I'm not alone even if you're going.
Hurting of separation is coming.
Have a good time with your dreams
I'm the dark, you'll be moonbeams.
ask= call
Jazzy Oct 2017
The epicenter of my heart is thousands of miles away
Perpetually perched in the curls of your hair
On your chest as you sleep
In your coat pocket when you are out and about

While it feels heavy for me
I doubt that you even realize that it is there
So you go about your day
Completely oblivious to the fact
That you could, at any time, crush me
Currently on the other side of the world as someone I care for very much. I'm terrible at relationships as is. The distance only makes me worry more, but somehow we're making it.
Jazzy Oct 2017
You have
Excavated the tiniest crevices of my bones
Nestling into the cracks as comfortably as if you were born to sleep in them

You have
Crept into every quiet moment of my mind
Inhabiting my thoughts as naturally as if you were created to be in them

You have
Uncovered the center of my heart
Feeding my emotions as easily as if you were made to care for them
Started in March 2014 (lengthened and edited recently). More than three years later, I've figured out who this is about.
Jazzy Oct 2017
They say

You can see your fate in the stars

But all of the celestial beings in the cosmos

Could not have predicted

How much I care about you
sunprincess Apr 2017
love is like swinging on a moonbeam,
and admiring the stars when in a dream
like the feeling of a beating heart
when beautiful smile meets gorgeous smile
and you know the wait was all worthwhile
Diána Bósa Apr 2017
You said at once that
this kind of love poetry
does not resonate
with you yet still, you see, from
a distance, I keep
imaging to kiss upon
your weary eyelids
again, for a moment, it
gives me back my loss:
my sea of tranquility,
my moonbeam of inner peace.
Diána Bósa Nov 2016
Trying to find my
solace in the moon of the
Fall for I lack the

lunar halo and
the velveteen, onyx shade
of yours. I wish to

be the one who at
once will make you whole, but you
are still concealing;

still hiding thyself
away behind a moonbeam
smile like a helpless

umbra does in the
sheltering embrace of the
dazzling paraselene.
A tiny slice
of silver moonbeam
peeking in the window
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