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redberry Feb 4
I was doing just fine
without you
without anyone
finally, I sighed in relief

I forgot to close the door
Suddenly
I was pulled in

Cautious, I simply peeked out the door
I shouldn't have

I should've closed the door
I had forgotten to
Maybe not
Maybe I hoped

But the door closed on it's own
and I thought
What a good thing it did

It opens again
To pull

pushed

and pulled

push...and pull...
I grew weaker to resist with each force

I am a tired soul now
Only so much strength left in me to
either
open the door for the last time
or close it for once and for all

I hate these games,
the pushing and the pulling

I want to settle.
but who's there to settle with?

So I push the door open
to walk away
to enter another
and pull it shut.
Dave Robertson May 2022
loose moral blossom
flaunting for all comers
throbbingly defying
pigeon-holes
to let life thrum
Mark Wanless Sep 2021
the vagaries of
love push pull this troubled mind
to balance hard fought
Travis Kroeker May 2021
the sea it slowly breathes.
my lungs quickly ebb & flow.
from far Moon has her say,
and in my ear your soft “Hello”.
Heart moving songs
Song moving hearts
Rhythm breaking souls
Soul breaking rhythms
We do feel elated
Elated we do feel
Tuned for us to dance
We dance when it's tuned
Maja Jan 2021
You can’t hit me and hug me

You can’t hate me and love me

You can’t ask me a question
And ignore the answer

You go either left
Or you go right

You can’t pull me
In both directions

You don’t.

You can’t.

Yet you do
If you drag me in opposite directions
I'll be pulled apart
Amanda Kay Burke Dec 2020
Just entered the garden of eden
Fresh
Beautiful
And vibrant
Also unchallenging and eerily void of imperfection

Like spring buds innocent
Before petals wilt
Faced with disappointment in the seasons

Lips a deeper shade of scarlet than forbidden fruit itself
Sweeter than sinful apples dangling from the seductive tree

The measure incomparable

Anything outside this sanctuary irrelevant

Temptation beckoning soul with an invisible sultry finger

Indulgences vary
The magnetic pull remains the same

Why would a tree grow here if we were not meant to dine on it's tantalizing treasure?
It is a little ironic that I, being an atheist, would post a poem with this title
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