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Kim Seul Nov 23
When we are talking to each other, our faces adorned with an ideal smile,
And nobody would ever know, the reason behind the shine in our eyes.
But we know—I know, this is the joy, the love that our hearts compile,
It’s pain we hide with love, reflected in the tremble of my sighs.

When we are going back home, hand in hand, cheering like birds,
And no one would ever know, the reason behind our zest.
But we know—I know, these feelings can't be expressed in words,
the loneliness we've kept repressed, deep within our chest.

When to you, my love, I prove, together, just me with you,
Time halts its flow, our hearts lose themselves in bliss.
It’s the way you move, that reminds me why I fell for you,
It’s the way, beneath the moon, you glow, tempting me to steal a kiss.

Those eyes that hold the world, and hold me too,
I just want to lose myself and be lost in you.
It’s the small things you do,
That remind me why I fell for you.

And when your eyes meet mine,
I see something truly divine.
The small things you do,
Make me fall deeper, always true.

And when we are apart, unable to interact,
That's when joy depart', my heart in longing, wrapped.
Yet I endure, when I miss your touch,
I close my eyes and feel so much.
For when we're apart, and I long for you,
I close my eyes and see you through.

When we reunite at twelve, you make me feel myself,
It's the way you call me, the way you let me be.
When you look at me, I feel so alive and free,
In your embrace, I find my heart's true place.

I've always thought of my future, and now I find myself content.
For you are a reality, not just a dream, not just my delusion.
And the reward my end holds, I now know of it in present.
The final prize is simply you for me, 'tis but fate's decision.
Zywa Nov 9
To my arms rushes

the happiness of her eyes --


straight into my heart.
Poem " 'n onordelike gevoel van geluk" ("a disordered feeling of happiness", 2022, Antjie Krog) - A grandchild comes to visit

Collection "Loves Tricks Gains Pains in the 20s"
OurStars Oct 2
Years passed,
Watches broken,
(Hour) Glasses turned,
Ages soared,
        
Memories remained

Smile unchanged,

Hearts jubilant,

Are you the same?


To feel the warmth,
I embraced you tight,

Tired by the wait
At our little paradise.

The leaves rustle:
‘Oh! Autumn has knocked.’

And soon I know,
It’s my farewell now…..
I was reunited with my childhood friend after five and a half years...Being teenagers, we had changed, just a bit too much for us to accept..Though I was very happy, it will be short, cuz in the next two years, I will have to move out, while she will have to stay....So, I wanted to write a crisp poem about that.
Nat Lipstadt Sep 20
long after these thousand days of
passing years, the eyes will feel a
sparking, I will remember you,
my dear old friends, reviewing
the where, the when, which will
flush, outing the whys
from my
memories

more than the poetic liturgy composed,
but what felled me to my knees,
yearning,
for the soup of love and passion,
pain+no gain, euphorias rising at the
trenching lows of depths
newly explored, hope returning after a
long time abandonment, the
excruciating ecstasy
of creating, the killing tedium of
months of no inspiration but the
glint of a possible tomorrow

but you knot all this,
so come to tell you,
long after the poem
encased in yellowing
emerald unwrapping
aging megabytes, more
than any old poem itself,
I wil remember what you
wrote in return, with insight
all we are, we are an interaction
a petrified yet living petri dish of
creatures re/anew,
r e n e w e d, and I am
young again

and the tears of yore no more,
fresh flowering droplets of
a longer than believable age,
factuals of the sweet,
you will move once
more, remaking me
your lover devotee

       and I wil stumble;
       the woman enquirer
       am I ok, whimsy
       respond never,
       never ever better
       my darling

and I lift a tissue
to erase the evidence
of my happy melancholic
existence, and start another
conversation with you, but no!

one of us long gone, name
erased, poems left behind,
orphaned children, them
and me left alone while
I will be remembered,
by remembering you,
our second of union

as it
reverberates, our amour
reunion is a wetting,
giving forth a burst,
a fluid sac,
again
9-20/20~24
7:29an
else Sep 18
These white lights shine too bright for my

poor dead eyes, and the man’s ramblings, he

held my eardrums hostage. Then came a sudden squall, she

engulfed me in one heck of a waterfall.


Faint moonlight peeked at the end of a musty, darkly lit stairwell we

saw each other and laughed at our equally drenched clothes, our

wet hair. As sewer rats, we scurried to rescue potted plants, we

whipped *****, thuds on white walls, with sticks and knives and all. We

rolled on the floor and nearly got concussions, sprained ankles. I

remembered how to fall again, to do it all in one fell swoop.


I know my body was mine, but now it is also yours, so we

danced, barefoot, twirled in our arms, caught each other, ate our

mother’s mooncakes while the storm rages on somewhere, outside. We

smiled, mouths full with black sesame, white lotus, egg yolks, our

laughter echoing under this gentle white light, upon this warm wood.

This conversation spins nothing, but this means everything to me.


We walk under the damp, stale, starless sky, remnants of the squall. You

suddenly proclaimed that all stars have gathered for me,

and it is my stage, my game now, so I

went home smiling despite it all. You

don’t know that this mid-autumn night was all I ever dreamed of.
Happy mooncake day :D
Geof Spavins Sep 3
In a world so vast and wide,
Seeking answers, yet they hide,
In the shadows of my mind.
Paths diverge, which way to go?
Questions linger, answers slow,
Heart and mind in constant fight,
Searching for a guiding light.
Dreams and hopes, they intertwine,
In this maze, I seek a sign,
To find my way, to understand,
The mysteries of this land.
Yet in confusion, there’s a spark,
A chance to make a brand new mark,
For in the chaos, I might find,
A clearer path, a peace of mind.
But now I walk this road alone,
Since fate has taken you, my own,
Your memory, a guiding star,
Though you’re gone, you’re never far.
In the silence, I hear your voice,
In the darkness, I make a choice,
To carry on, though heart does ache,
For your love, my soul’s awake.
With God’s support, I find my way,
Through nights so dark, and brightest day,
Heaven waits, a promise true,
One day, my love, I’ll be with you.
A fine reunion is happening. 
Fantastic! a nice gathering. 
One can cherish their memories. 
The heart sings beautiful melodies. 
Many things are known by sharing. 

Past photos are mesmerising. 
Looking at photos gives me no worries. 
We united here despite life's challenges.
Fine Reunion 

Although we are busy working, 
I found some time and came out searching. 
We gathered here in the US, in New Jersey.
Memories will remain treasures. 
Till the time we meet next spring, 
Fine Reunion
In the tapestry of time
the soul wanders
the soul searches
the heights and the depths
the lengths and the breadths
of this universal existence
to be reunited
with the one that was separated.

As the threads of destiny unwind
each other, the souls come to find
And just as the river, merges with the sea
the two souls converge, dancing in sweet harmony.

They sing, they dance
like a deer in the jungle, they prance
Their happiness knows no bounds
the ears can only hear love’s beautiful sounds.

The flames of passion had sparks ignite
It was their time to reunite.
and what a beautiful sight
As the sky turns light
with purple in hindsight
the stars await
the coming of the night
And as the gods rained petals, in the moons white light
they danced for eternity, ending their plight.

No distance could now tear them apart
For it was etched in the universe from the start
that it is meant to be, fated to a love so true
forever, together, me and you.
Copyright Simran Guwalani
Gut dropping falls
Dizzying ascent
It scares me
But I get back on

Forgive and forget
Care first for yourself
Pursue pleasure
Avoid pain.

Asynchronous
Dichotomies
Cannot achieve
Mutual satisfaction

Pain is inevitable
The price of living
paid in discomfort
And Uncertainty

A life of comfort
Is quiet and easy
An extraordinary life
Challenges the soul
Even though my head knows that the drop is coming, it doesn’t cease to be exciting. If the extraordinary was routine, what would be the point of pursuing it?
lua Mar 2023
first love, loud evening
blaring lights,
she cries into a puddle on the floor
i help her up as she drips through my fingers
it's funny, i laugh until my cheeks hurt
she's sobbing into her palms
first love, a crying mess
lipstick smeared, chocolate cake stains on her teeth
when i sing, i can't help but think of her
how it would feel to hold her
more than a friend
but first love remains a first love
she goes home, a stumbling mess in the night
slurring her goodbyes as she drags her feet to the car
first love, goodbye and good night
stay as my first love, it's better that way
i'll meet someone like you soon.
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