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Nahin 7d
We walk along
the edge of a street
In clumsy toes
and warm likely feet.

Thus in apart, you hold,
stand where you are
turn back and see,
to look, to find,
and catch my chin
in your soft palms
in this empty street
and place a gentle kiss.

Then we smile.
And you walk along
the edge of the street.
Some moment in between loved ones are the missing pieces of our hearts that come after their death.
If I can escape to my Utopia
Connect with my own bliss
Create my own Arcadia
A Wonderland of Happiness
A Tropical Island get away
Palm Trees, Coconuts and more
A Fantasy Island of my own
So, what am I waiting for!!
I so just want to Get Away and
Save my Troubles for another Day
No  more worries it would be so nice
To Get away to my Paradise
If I had the opportunity, I wouldn't think Twice
Of this being my Paradise
My, my, my, "What A Sight!!"
This would DEFINITELY be my Paradise!!!

By: B.R.
Date: 10/15/2022
Serendipity Jun 2022
I drip into the palm of your hands
and make my home in the lines,
filling every crevice with myself
so I may always be by your side.
AE May 2022
Little footsteps in this moon dust sand,
I chase my memories as they flee my grasp,
Racing the clouds to embrace the sun.

A heart, content, is left on your doorstep,
I hope, someday, the person you are meant to become will trace back the way I came and exchange the goodbyes we once hung
out to dry.

But until then, here in this momentary stillness
An opportune silence blooms into this heart of mine,
And it seems I've misplaced it in your moonlit palm
LC Apr 2022
butterfly in palm
as bright April flowers bloom -
my heart meets nature.
Escapril Day 13! Prompt: palmful.
A haiku seemed to fit well with this prompt, and I enjoyed writing it! I hope you enjoy this poem.
Erian Rose Dec 2021
I listen to your heart
Beat in rhythm to the rain
Pouring out somber melodies.
The world drapes silent,
Where your eyes sing
Meteor shower wonders.
Sometimes,
It feels too much to grasp,
Tied to an endless
Invisible string around my palm.
LC Jun 2021
she studies his soft features
with furrowed eyebrows,
catching every detail
in the palm of her hand.
the palm lines show their story.
It's been a while :)
as the rain poured upon my palms,
i’ve reached out just to feel your touch.
wear a smile today :)
Laura Sep 2020
laughing til we cried
four hour high
climbing through windows
for a skyline view
summer was dying
magic was chaining memories
in a captivating stare
engulfed in warm air

today is your birthday
a bittersweet refrain
my skin chilled by frost
skies cloaked in gray
longed to reach out
but had nothing to say

every syllable
a dance from your lips
echoes within these walls
tenderly grips
wrapped in a memory
like a gift bestowed
kept where they belong
a soulful song
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