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BEEZEE 12h
I can feel you when I speak,
see your face in every wall—
like I know you’re there,
even when you’re not,
as the one I dream of.

Powder rooms with a flower stall,
you’re inside my head,
dancing back and forth.
Were you always here,
and only ever lost,
as the one I dream of?

Lover, no—
I can’t pretend
I’ve ever seen this horizon blue.
My heart tastes your scent,
feels the color of you,
in this dream
where you love me too.
TheLees Aug 5
I try to speak, and my tongue tries to run,
and tends to trip when strong words come.

The rhythm and pace of his steps taste
like sweet songs that almost land with grace—
into your ears. But hopefully, you hear
the plopping of boots that my tongue tied loose.

Even when he trips and falls,
know that his words still risk it all.

When his dance becomes daring,
and his stutter turns to swearing,
his beat becomes apparent—

because no words, and no walk,
no pucker nor path
could portray the way my tongue trips up
taking to you at last.
This Eid, no lamb walks beside me
only this chest, split like Zagros stone,
veins scorched by the breath you left behind.

No fire feeds these ribs.
What burns here is older than flame
a hunger etched in salt and sinew.

Pomegranate splits in my grip
its flood outlasts both hands or gods,
a red that marks and does not fade.

If the blade must fall,
then let it bury deep
let bone crack with your name,
let the ash remember.

Under the crescent’s cold eye,
I speak no thrones of smoke.
Only your hand
rising from fire,
rough with warmth,
proof that I endured.
Diya Ganesh Aug 3
I danced, I laughed, I glowed,

but the part I'll remember the most,

wasn't the music,

my outfit,

or even the cheering of the crowd.



It was the way you looked at me the moment I stepped out of my gate,

the way we weren't near but not far either,

the glances we shared as we passed,

silent words exchanged in a crowded space,

and the smiles that said,

"I've never been happier, than I am in this moment with you."



It was the way that the second we fell into each other's arms,

the world around us faded,

and it felt like it was just the two of us.



It was the way we sat beside each other that night in the car, darkness all around,

but our eyes never losing sight of one another.

Your hand found mine, and there we were, fingers intertwined, eyes locked on each other,

hearts speaking in silence, and again,

the world stopped just for us.



It was the way, we held back,

even when we didn't want to,

and the way we held each other,

in moments we never wanted to end.



It was the way, your hand found my waist,

as mine rested on your shoulder,

and suddenly, I couldn't even hear the music anymore,

all I could hear was your voice,

our soft conversations,

and shared laughter,

our hearts beating fast every time we looked up and our eyes met.



It was the way you leaned on me,

and before I even reached the place, I call home,

I was already home,

lost in the feeling of your hands in my mine, and your head resting on my shoulder,

no words needed to be exchanged, as the presence of one another is simply enough.



It was the way the first time our eyes landed on each other,

we just knew it was our silent, "You're breathtaking", to each other,

words that couldn't be said out loud so instead, our eyes spoke,

conveying silent messages that we just...

understood.



It was the way my face lit up brighter than stars,

when the words, "I already got my wish", as you pointed to me, left your mouth.

It was the way your gaze fell on me and mine on you,

it was the way you looked at me every time we passed each other,

a look that said, "I want you; I need you; I love you", without a single word being spoken.



It was just the two of us,

hands, hearts, songs,

glances, smiles, echoes of laughter,

a slow dance,

a family that welcomed me like their own,

and moments that turned into memories,

that I will hold and cherish forever.



So yes,

I danced, I laughed, I glowed.

But that's not what I'll remember most.

It's the feeling of elysian,

the feeling of finding home in the person that you know is your forever.



As I danced, I laughed, and I glowed,

what I'm certain I'll remember the most is how perfect the day was.

On the day God brought you into this world,

I got to stand by your side,

and call you mine.

That's the part I'll forever keep in my heart.



I danced, I laughed, I glowed,

but the part I'll remember most,

is how you danced,

how you laughed,

and how you glowed.



And to me,

that was my definition of perfection.

YOU.



- Because that night, I didn't just see you, I saw everything I ever prayed for ❤️
The brand of our skies lingers — soft kisses
drifting through the air, and I seem to lose every word
except for one whisper: “I love you.” As our love roars
like an anthem beneath a midnight sun, where my tears
have soaked the tired pillow of a heart that rests only
on the thought of you.

Each rhythm of speech stumbles into another pause
before a kiss, and like the taste of a wish granted, I find
my voice again, always to speak of you in reverent tones,
for you stand atop the mountain that houses my heart.

Your eyes; perhaps they’ve forgotten the worth of time.
There’s a watch not on your wrist, but bound to your leg,
always stepping over it.

And while the sun maps out your days, the moon is a pin
dropped at the final stop. Tomorrow isn’t promised —
no more than a compliment from a stranger. And just like
that stranger, it stays nameless until you dare ask its name
by dusk. Where the Sun Whispers, and the Moon Waits.
silvervi Jul 27
I want to have you by my side
To share with you every insight
Is that too much to ask of us?
I really wish that we will last.

I feel a creative flow,
And something I haven't yet explored,
With you,
We can have a strong foundation,
I feel there can be more than imagination.

Dullness from our daily lives,
Distance is not how relationships thrive,
Feeling connection with you,
Your smile is soo beautiful, too.

I wanna hide because I feel so seen,
My mind is going crazy in between,
I want to be the perfect one for you,
But seeking perfection is committing to doom.

Entangled in insecurity, ready to give everything,
To build a life I really want to live,
And a relationship full of love and belief.

A few really good friends,
Room for ideas,
Maybe animals, too,
One for me, one for you,

Mostly I just want peace,
Feeling warm exciting breeze,
On my skin, everyday,
Meeting every sun ray,

Holding hands, yours in mine,
Our hearts intertwined,
Happily walking home,
After the day is done.
A poem for my loved one. ♥️ N.
Mirdex221 Jul 25
I am not a poet.

My words were never made for the masses,
Made to pry emotions from your heart.
Rhyme can sometimes leave me at a loss,
And my inkwell is more often empty than not.

I am not a poet.

I can write only what I know and feel,
Each poem I give a little piece of me.
Every line is just a wisp away from existence.
Each poem might just be the last I write.

I am not a poet.

Yet why do you feel like my muse?
Your eyes remind me of a thousand places,
Like sea glass glinting green in the hush of tide.
Your voice has its command over my pulse.

I am not a poet.

But poetry you are.
How else do I describe this feeling,
If not with flowery words and rhyme.
And yet no words can hold it right.

I am not a poet.

I would be lost if I were.
For if I give a piece of me,
It will always be here in this poem,
With You.
Yeah...its a love poem. Be gentle with me!
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