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Peter Wyatt Mar 12
Love had boiled, feelings
were what we toiled
to upkeep their symmetry.

Now that we are parted,
has the sky stayed blue
in your corner,
to the north?

Have snows stayed pure,
printing your footprints
in places I can't follow?
Full poem: https://romances.blog/2025/03/12/poem-a-parting-glance-3-12-2025/
David Fesenco Mar 11
I wish i could open up a bottle
and bring myself right back into the times
when i saw you as God, and myself a prophet,
and crawled to your house on the broken glass
of the bottles I'd had, so often, before.

It's such a novelty -
not dragging my bleeding self across the floor,
not seeing, in that trail of red, the springing stems
of hemlock breaking ground, to prove my loyalty
to yet another God who has abandoned men.

/in the jacket of evening mist
i hear vagabonds eating rats.
I remember when being missed
felt like getting a dose of crack./

When choosing to live loved or be dismissed,
i now think that i should have picked the latter,

/there's no misfortune when it comes to fate/

for love is just another form of cancer
that you would only find when it's too late.
Finally finished an older poem
silvervi Mar 11
Feeling
Like
I can't
Express
Enough
What
A
Blessing
You
Are,
How much
Wisdom you
Carry.
How I feel
Seen and loved,
And I want us
To marry...
Nika Vovich Mar 9
Let that star explode and scatter
In the dark and hollow sky.
It will bear love’s name, yet matter—
Love, like all, must fade and die.

But one day, a spark will glisten,
Echoed deep within the heart.
And the soul will wake and listen,
Torn from sleep, to never part.

Dreams will rise, though scorched and broken,
In a heart once burned before.
Yet let’s not forget this token:
Only one love lasts evermore.
Your gaze has its pretty solitude
It has journeyed like the moonlight
Everywhere for the roses of love,
Yet within
sighs
The sweetest luminous rose
In heavenly repose

Within your beautys most tender kisses
Are realms that caress things
Like flowers, hope, and rain

Your pretty gaze naturally
unloosens us
Like the evenings roses
sunflowers and stars
Sigh within sigh
Blush upon blush
Gaze within gaze
And
Your firm vulnerabilities
Is the romance of exotic waves
With their demure salsa
To heavenly shores

I would love to glow
With the moonlights honey flow
And that exquisite thing about you
That unloosens and soothes
Like rose candlelight
Nothing is much sweeter
Besides the evenings rain,
The honey melodies
of your sweet beauty

Reynaldo Casison
Raven Star Mar 8
I love you when you are happy
I love you when you are sad
I loved you yesterday
And I'll love you tomorrow
More than i previously had.

I love you in the moonlight
I love you in the storms
I love you the way
Roses love thorns.

I love you in autumn
I love you when leaves gloss
I'll love you the same way
Grief loves loss.
Something i wrote over a year ago
Jesse Mar 8
I wondered, tenderly,
About our love—how was it?
A fire igniting in mere seconds,
We became light... and we became...
And had people seen us,
They would have said:
"Smoke of smoke..."
And where was that place?

Was it an ancient tree trunk,
Or a shepherd’s home,
Wrapped in songs?
Then suddenly, it turned into a festival...

Wherever our steps had danced,
Wherever our scent had spilled,
And two roses had blossomed,
We became its candle stands,
Offering light, until we became...

Wherever our steps had danced,
Two stars unfurled...
Wherever our scent had spilled,
And two roses had blossomed...
And the night knows that we,
Were its candle stands,
Offering light, until we became—
The night’s dimples...
"This poem is a romantic reflection on love that once was. Was it light or mere smoke? A memory or a festival of emotions? Sometimes, love leaves behind a glow, like candle stands lighting up the darkness. Have you ever felt that love continues to shine, even after it fades?"
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