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Your name ...

is still hanging ...
between my lips ...
since the morning start ...
while i'm sipping ...
the first sip of my coffee ...
to give me it's delicious ...
with every sip ...
because of your name ...
and the beauty of your face ...
which it drawn ...
onto the cup of my coffee ...
to made me take more sips ...
to keep kissing this sweet face ...
until the last sips ...
with my all lust desires ...
to get you so deep inside me ...
while i'm sipping you all ...
to get my revive ...
and to start the morning ...
a fresh morning ...
only with you ...
to let my letters ...
and my all words ...
runs for a new poetry ...
to be created ...
because of your name ...
which it always hanging ...
between my lips ...

good morning ...

hazem al ...
Your name ...

i wrote your name ...
on the edge of the river ...
to let every one ...
see your name ...
that you are my lover ...

i wrote your name there ...
wrote it ...
with a heart's draw ...
heart of mine ...
and asked the river ...
asked it ...
to run speedy ...
with all flowers ...
to where you there ...
to let you know ...
and feel ...
how madly i am ...
about you ...
my sweet lover ...

i wrote ...
i still writing ...
and will keep do ...
your name ...
with my all poems ...

hazem al ..
Your name rests
Between my lips
Like a prayer
Or maybe
Something sweeter
Dripping off the
Tip of my tongue

©KNL
When you message

Your name appears

they see my smile

But inside... my chest, Tense


I attempt to inhale
The air thickens
My lungs like Stone...
Chilling to the Bone

Your Phone silent... Do you wonder why?

What do I say? What will be the conclusion?

Delusion?
"A PRECIOUS GEM."

I can't think
of anything
but her
thought. Nothang
see I anymore
but her face
in the mirror
of my heart.
Her name
cease not in
my hearing
as the wind
whispers in
my ears. A
precious gem
found I for
myself and
I'd treasure it
till eternity.
My eternal life
is assured
with her. My
Mary with
whom I'd marry.
#C9_fm
Suki G Apr 27
They call me a good girl
and so, I’ve always tried
but somehow, I can’t seem to find
the shining white pearl inside
and so, I always try
to find the good in others around
and hope that in some way, somehow,
it rights all my wrongs.
They call me a good girl —
I think I’m too good even for that.
They’ve walked over me,
stepped on my feet,
crushed down my throat,
trampled across my chest,
pinned my hands and legs,
clipped my very wings,
and for it all, they simply say
that I am a good girl.
I wonder if I’d still be good
if I shake my mane and roar
and thunder claps at my voice
and the earth trembles below
as I trade my wings for talons
and claw my way out
and soar a thousand feet high
and take back what’s rightfully mine.
But what does it matter?
They may call me names,
but I know mine:
I’m a good girl.
NaPoWriMo 2021 (April 14) Prompt: Write a poem delving into the meaning of your first/last name.
I am being suffocated by pain
That demands to be felt
But refuses to acknowledge its origin or cause.
How do I tame a beast
Whose name I do not know?
This season always brings with it emotional turmoil,
The joys of daylight's manipulation of bipolar disorder,
But this creature that weighs down my chest
Has not uttered its name.
Like all demons,
It must be named to be exorcised,
And it will not be cowed by my speaking in tongues.
Back ye foul beast
From whence you came.
By hook or crook
I will learn your name.
Martin Boško Apr 15
Mars, I was named in your honour
Yet we are so different, on so many levels
Juxtaposed, like day and night
Worshipper of peace named after war and fight
That only inside can be found
For the only enemy I fight is my own mind
What kind of relationship do we have?
Not for a moment can I stay away
I live everyday for you
I dedicate all of my time for you
I don't want a moment without you
On every breath is your name.
because it's only you
selina Mar 28
looking for your face
in the rays of ephemeral light
surely you must be golden

listening for your name
in the songs on my radio
the words pass by soft and slow

images of the calm before calamity
like waves rolling over to riptides
my heart drops, thunders, and shakes

understanding as never been my forte
love has yet to approach me and stay
mr. cupid must have forgotten an arrow
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