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Prose and pour ...

let me pour sweetheart ...
the sweeten my lips wine ...
at your sweet lips ...
to get your honey ...
as i prose my words ...
with every morning ...
about your heart ...
and our love ...
just to pour ...
the sweetness ...
and the happiness ...
to your soul ...
to make you ..
fly ...
from morning ...
until night ...
to get you drunk ..
to my all words ...

sweet angel mine ...
it's our morning ...
it just start ...
with my whispers ...
from my lips ...
from the depth ...
of my heart ...
to steal your eyes ...
while you read my words ...
and then to sneak ...
with a deeply fondness ...
to your lips ...
there ...
i pour ...
my all honey there ...

let me babe do ...

hazem al ...
Sanko May 18
You’re far too expensive to be pouring into people who could never drink
you in your fullness

Let me drink from your well as I replenish you with the fountain of all my goodness
I want to
My heart out
So you can
Your fill

Ifra Khursheed Nov 2020
Not just yesterday I met her
Since ages I'm trying to get hold of her
So cold, so heartless she seems to be
The evilest of all she sounds to me
I'm scared and wish never to meet her
And stay away in order to cheat her
But helpless I seem in all my efforts
When only I step towards my mirror.
as the rain poured upon my palms,
i’ve reached out just to feel your touch.
wear a smile today :)
Spriha Kant Aug 2020
During a travel in Shangri La , the floating love in sunrays and choirs of birds opened my eyes.
And I found myself lying on mat on terrace with a handsome smiling man reflecting in sun.

While rolling mat , an invisible breezy naughty kid played with my messy hair and tickled and whistled in my ears.
Seeing this , the aunt flowers smiled and swayed in euphoria.
Closing the kid behind my terrace's door just before my way to downstairs, I sighed in relief.
And the kid went very far and higher and higher...

Capturing this moment , I poured it down into my diary.
Ivy Leigh Jul 2020
So much runs through my mind.
The longing I've felt can't be filled
with someone else's stares.
I close my eyes to opportunity
and ill-spend motivated moments.
I hurt.
I lose myself in friends and boredom,
boring the god while she watches over me,
I give out vouchers for spending time with me,
beg for greetings more than I am sorry
and "hope your not missing your mommy"
She's better now somewhere thats green
her favorite color I think
smells a lot like her jealousy
forever rejecting sobriety;
that now lives on in me.
I can't bring myself to say
the things I keep dark in my sleep.
My shadow self speaks now
and hides from lucidity
lives in my hearts painfully
and never lets go of me.
They live on my back and only moves
to avoid backstabbing.
Why does it hurt so
I can't see my future?
Where is the sound
leading to passions that lure?
I cannot see farther
than a fire that flows.
I cannot love harder
than my trust can throw.
Where is the person to be with me for real growth?
Someone amazed without pity
a "what-if" in full glow.
I am really hurting. My heart cries so much while I try to make everything okay. I am healthy. I am independent. Where did my little motivation go?
Maria Hernandez Jul 2020
tu étais toi et j'étais moi

nous étions deux avant notre temps

J'étais à toi avant de savoir

et tu as toujours été à moi aussi
C'est mon poème préféré traduit de l'anglais
Meysa Apr 2020
I think that
as a writer
my writing is my biggest strength
yet my biggest weakness
because if you lose yourself in these flurry of words
you will come to love me
but if you see past them
you will come to know me.
- I pour a little bit of myself into every poem that I write.
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