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Stacey 3d
it's the strangest feeling
not having anything more pressing in life
than life itself...
The complexities of presence
Alkia Dec 5
I just want to layout on top of a straight line to mourn over my past life that I left behind. The new beginning has waited for me for so long that I thought pride would have come over me, even though that is not the case, no matter the circumstances of your past life, it will always follow you to your new life. It never escapes your new beginning, no matter how happy you are, the moment you layout on top of a straight line it all comes back to you.
Sara Barrett Nov 28
Listening to silence, love often speaks
in ways words cannot express.
Hearing what’s unsaid, it reveals itself,
the gentle art of quiet presence.

When words fail to comfort the ache,
a hug soothes the heart instead.
Found in the simple act of being,
joy lives beyond what language says.

On long days filled with longing and silence,
memories of 20 questions linger.
Indeed, love is knowing this truth:
it lives in presence, in touch, in time.
This piece explores the quiet ways love speaks when words are not enough. Through simple acts of presence and touch, the poem reflects on how true connection is often found in the unsaid moments—those that linger in silence and linger in our hearts. A tribute to the deep, unspoken understanding between people, it speaks to the healing power of being present with one another.
Stacey Nov 23
...
Only when you are no longer preoccupied with living
can you begin to comprehend life
jojo Nov 20
her
I find presence in her
Her soothing voice, her precious eyes
Her gentle touch, therefore I cry.

Met a woman named shaikha
Found joy in her, she brought a light nothing could destroy.

So I thank her for the love she gave me,
Her warmth and care will forever save me.
Wary Nov 15
Oh love, do you still linger, harboring affection for me, or is it but a delicate deception—a sanctuary crafted to shield a love that dwells more profoundly within me, an enduring presence woven into the intimate depths of my being?
His deceptive love has fused into the most sacred parts of me.
I'll stay
In your embrace
Forever -While
You complementing
My presence - with
Your precious kisses
My Love!
a ray of light in my eye and
the living Word on my lap
a cup of milk in his hands
and the look of a loving mother
gazing upon the essence of her son.
In stillness the senses grow pleasant
With inner abundance no peasant
The coin of the realm
He receives from the elm
And spends every ounce in the present
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