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Gabrielle Feb 2020
Along the shoreline of this valley
We conceived our dreams
A new journey on summer time-
You and I shall become One.

But cold was Cymopoleia's wrath-
She sent tides to unbind our bond!
So on this shore - our dreams crumbled-
To summer and beyond, thus, I mourned.

Another leap year, and a year gone by-
I am standing again on this shore.
Behold!
The summer sun sparkles once more.
Ah, my love, I could feel you smiling back.
an old write
Nickolas J McKee Feb 2018
So adorable your longing,
I'm lost in this snow,
Knowing yours and your name,
Where is this love I cannot find?
A woe of us won,
Something yet to be known,
You away gone and away gone,
I know we are strong.
Us lost in this love on,
What of this paradox upon?
Forever are we,
The possibilities,
All endlessly so.
Of us lost in time longing on.
I know we just met, but tell me you're not a one to get away...
Tony Luxton Aug 2017
I'm always losing things.
I specialize in keys,
but lost my leather gloves,
moaned, groaned, bought a new pair.
Wife says, she'll string them round my neck,
found the others below stairs.

Scarves and handkerchieves,
problematic, stocked up,
can't find them now.
She can't believe it.
Vexed, she says,
'You'll lose your marbles next'.
Àŧùl Aug 2017
I am your Sunfeast
Protect your Angel in your embrace
I will **** that beast
With your infinite love & that evergreen grace
*
We will be happy together.
Bold: The Lonely Bard aka Atul Kaushal
Italics: Pooja Shah
Bold Italics: Together

Our first poem together on Hello Poetry.
Pooja Shah Aug 2017
I am your Sunfeast
Protect your Angel in your embrace
I will **** that beast
With your infinite love & that evergreen grace
*
We will be happy together.
Bold: The Lonely Bard aka Atul Kaushal
Italics: Pooja Shah
Bold Italics: Together
Caitlin Mar 2017
You are the almost-silent
of my coffee-stained summer.
You are the clear and tender
plucking of guitar strings
on a lazy afternoon;

With sunlight streaming through
the painted window,
just bright enough to fill the room
but gentle enough to fall asleep to;

with the smell of everything we love—
caffeine and chocolate and banana muffins—
seemingly coursing through our veins
with every breath we take;

with the daydream of
what-could-be lingering
in the haze, in the silence
it sits,
it waits.

I proceed to the only thing
I know how to do
at this hour of day:
I stare at the cars passing by,
all the while wishing
I was staring at you instead.
Àŧùl Oct 2016
I am not ashamed of my choice now,
As she is a mature woman this time,
Her gorgeous curves, and dimples,
It imparts greater strength to me,
Even more inviting is the navel,
So full of softness she seems,
And I get even more hard.
HP Poem #1215
©Atul Kaushal
ArominizedM Jun 2015
For you have been in my mind lately
I fell for the idea that crept in succinctly.
For you have dwelled among the posts in my tier
of thoughts that lingered a like an oasis of fair.

That I woke in the midst of a sea running dry
from a stream of paltry sum of fears I cried,
Alas, my cohorts have left me astray
left me to dwell in a running course bay.

He who dwell among the tents of the Most High
will come to know the pleasantries and the keeps that pass by.
I never did plan to include you in my decision
but the thought of you saved myself from a state of corrosion.

Henceforth the simile of my metaphorical degree,
I vaguely know how to respond to such a creature as thee.
Knowing the thread of my lips converse me to tread lightly
but the sight of you and the distance maimed me to aim concisely.
Ruthie Jun 2014
It's currently 3.40am and I'm laying awake picturing tomorrow.
Your accent spinning round in my mind.
Bringing me back to Friday.
And this evening.
I know you 2 days and I feel like I've known you a lifetime.
It's crazy.
I'm crazy.
Of course everyone I have mentioned you to disapproves.
But I really don't care right now.
The hope you inspire in me is beautiful.
The fact that you think I'm pretty is amazing.
I'm shocked at how well we get along.
And after two days of knowing you.....
Actually after two hours of knowing you...
I think i've fallen once again.
Except this time...
I think you may have fallen a little bit too.....
You've given me the best kind of insomnia.

— The End —