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The last Poet Jul 19
"What does the colour gold look like?"
Asked the blind man.

"Gold is like the feeling of the sun kissing your skin.
It's like the taste of the purest honey on your tongue.
It's like a warm hug from someone close to you.
I imagine gold is what hope feels like.
That is what the colour gold looks like."
Words mean everything
yıldız Jul 13
In shadows deep, the Noctilux gleams,
A guiding light within our dreams.
I believe each soul has its own night,
Waiting to find its shining light.

One day, darkness and dawn will meet,
In perfect harmony, pure and sweet.
Lovers of light and dark unite,
Together they become one bright night.
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The woman he saw from his childhood often,
He pondered—
She is not even fair and beauty—
When did his heart become so fragile and soften?

Was it her silence, deep as the ocean,
Or the way she was unbothered
By what the world might think of her life and motion?

When did I start to observe her so?
I should condemn my heart before it goes too far.
I’ve witnessed every phase she’s been through,
Watched the life she walked, in joy and scar.

Some claim that love means sharing the good and bad,
But it’s hard when I think of pulling her into my worst and sad.
I’d be glad if she got a life much better—
But I fear, what if I’m wrong and regret it later?

Enough—this inner battle must now settle.
I’ve decided to take her hand in mine
And get over this heart’s restless saddle.

I went to her
And whispered in a gentle manner,
"I wish for your heart—
Give me a chance to heal your broken part."

Blushing a little,
She answered:
"You really took your time a lot.
Don’t you think you deserve a penance
For all the days we spent apart?"

I cracked a laugh
To ease my nerves—
She really doesn’t know
How fast my heart beats.
It’s a mysteria, I don’t deserve.

She chirped,
"I have a request to tell—
Please hear me once, and hear me well."
I replied,
"I am yours, as you are mine.
Don’t hesitate—just tell your mind."

She continued:
"I want to make memories with you—by
Walking down a narrow aisle,
Getting married before the ones
Who gave us birth—and the One who sent us here.
Not just making pictures with those
Who can’t decide whether to forget or forgive,
Or those who never learned ----------
---- How to live or let live.

I want to leave an impression of each moment in this world,
With you—walking along.
I never cared who doesn't get along.
I don’t want castles or money bills—
Let’s live the rest of our lives in a little cottage down the valley and hills,
With nature and our pet Dolly—
Simple feasts now and then with friends.
And I’ll be so happy.

I know you have many dreams to pursue—
I’ll support them, even if it costs a few.
I know it’s hard for you to open up sometimes,
But I’ll be there—for all your climbs."

I was astonished by her speech—
She looked puzzled, unsure how I’d react.
So, I gave her a peck on the forehead,
To let her know—
She’s not getting away from me.
Never ever.

Now I know why it happened to my heart...
Indeed, she is not fair and beauty.
She is beyond that—
She is my beautiful fairy.
It was one of those pleasant days.
He must be waiting for my presence,
Like he does every day.

The car stopped in front of his café with a screech.
I could smell the saltiness and chocolate along the breeze.

I didn’t think my heart would race so fast and speed.
I needed some time to calm it,
Before somebody noticed and ask me—
What was that, indeed.

The bell rang as I pushed the door,
Letting him know I was already inside the store.

He must have heard me somehow.
Before I even realized,
My hands were clutching his elbow.

He took me with some caution,
And led me to the table—
Even though he knows I’m totally capable.

He pulled the chair for me to sit,
Making a squeaking sound.
I smiled, imagining him
Making an annoyed face, hearing that every day around.

He rushed to the kitchen with some excuse,
Before I could finish saying, “Yes, please.”
There he was—already on his toes—
With my favourite brownie and milkshake.
He knows just how to get a smile from me.
Now my heart is really at stake.

He entertained me with dreams and daily stories,
While nudging me to eat some savouries.

I could feel how attentive he became
Whenever I asked or said something.
It made me more than happy—
To feel like I had my own space in his life,
As someone who truly mattered.

Time ran fast—
It was already half past.
He walked me to the door,
And told me to come again, more.

Once he disappeared to resume his day,
I took out my white cane to continue the rest of my way.

He’s unaware of the words I’ve been saving since we met.
I can’t confess them in just two lines—
That the days I’ve spent with him,
I’ve felt loved,
Strong, and blessed.

So let me savour the moment,
Until I gain the strength—
To never part,
And pursue him till the end.
Laura Claes Jul 2
She's a pure hearted girl
with the happiest soul
She talks to the moon
listens to the trees
speaks with the animals
and compliments the flowers

Yet, often she feels sad
because she loves too much
and thinks too deep
Her nights are sometimes dark
But every time
she pulls herself back together
and decides
that her personality
is too positive
to be so negative.

L.C.
teju Jun 16
You’re sunshine in spring,
A pure smile so shy,
Introvert and classy,
A warmth passing by.

Natural and cool,
Beauty deep and true,
Photogenic spirit,
Lovely through and through.

Always understanding,
Open to life's art,
Strong yet gentle kindness,
Friendship from the heart.

Spontaneous laughter,
Plans out of the blue
Dear sweetest sunshine,
I'm glad I met you.
Spicy Digits Jun 11
When the world
Screams in my ear
You are faulty,
You are worthless
A little paw stretches,
Resting on my chest
And I am reminded
I am her world,
I am lovely.
Aaamour Jun 10
I see her in school some times
no lipstick, no fancy clothes
even in these boring uniforms
dim lit lights and stressed minds

her face shines
like the necklace she always wears
her presence
brings warmth like class’s fav teacher

when I hear her laughs
the school turns into an orchestra
I go to school everyday
not because I study well
just to see her
to get lost in her eyes one last time

outside the chauffeur waits for her
while I run behind the bus
heard that she has traveled the world
while I struggle to visit a nearby hill

she’ll never love me
I won’t stop loving her till I die

when I’ll have enough money
I’ll buy not some luxury gifts
but a bouquet of flowers and a book

As it’s because of her
I write
I feel love
I want to live
I remember kindness.  
I remember love.  
I remember grace so pure that it blinded me like the sun.  
I will carry that with me always.  
I will shield it like the light within me, a light that grows each time I rise above the ugliness I have known.  
Every time I choose life, I remember you.  
Every time I choose to care for myself instead of letting this world make me feel unworthy of love, I remember.  
Thank you for all the love you poured into me and for being a light during my storms.  
I remember…

-Rhia Clay
Vrinda May 20
"I wish I didn’t feel this way,
A love I don’t want, but can’t push away.
I miss you more than I can show,
But I keep it hidden, deep below."

"I just want to hug you, hold you tight,
Let you see the side that’s pure and light.
The part of me that’s never changed,
But I can’t let this love be rearranged."

"I wish I was the light of your eye,
The star that makes your heart beat high.
Yet here I stand, a friend confined,
Longing for a love I can’t define."
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