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If you are
Seeking Moon
Then you are
Seeking me

Here I am
Said she

Then I....

Simply adore
Genre: Romantic
Theme: Sensory delight
Author's Note: Since ancient time
Road to the heart
Start with a talk
My Dear Poet Jan 17
Don’t hide your words
use them and speak
Don’t bury the truth
and play hide and seek
Come out, come out
from wherever you are
Don’t hide behind lies
and be found a liar
For ready or not
the truth will come when
there’s no place to hide
and they’ve counted to ten
attics  full of guru’s
thumbprints in the dust
one more step on the ladder
to doors drawn on the wall.

I’m lost, I‘m waiting,
nowhere to fall
dried up flowers on tables
stories high, not so tall.

teachers in the attic
I put them there
a long time ago
thumbprints on pages
the search is older
than you know.

still  lost, still waiting,
ready to fall
dried up flowers on tables
stories lie, I’ve heard them all.
Diksha Prashar Aug 2021
Love I seeked
Love I got an eventful bliss
Lies are sweet
CrackedMoonboy May 2021
Things in life aren't the
brightness diamond imageable

                                                             Sometimes it's a smelly marker
                                                         moving from corner to corner, like
                                                                  my poem right here

My life has been full of light
and dark times were I needed
to see the light

                                                          But not everyone can help you
                                                            reignite the light with in your self

So like most I and others
would have to help ourselves
to find that lost spark

                                                          Cause not going to lie other can
                                                   help to find the one burning spark
                                                           that lives within most hearts

And it takes one moment in life
that can help you through a
dark storm

                                                       It's taking me awhile to find this out
                                                              but you should know that

Your passion can be reignite by
the hope in heart warm heart
One spark in life can change the hold board game. Or the people in your life
can change things, you need to find or look for them.
Lee Aaun Apr 2021
those whom you love
if their eyes seek somebody else's sweetness
then don't feel sour
because it ain't a betrayal
it's their choice
to see someone by their side
when they open eyes in the morning;
somebody whom they love
isn't you wish the same with them?
but always remember
only one of you
will get a chance to be with someone
since your love is one-sided;
they don't know about it
will you sacrifice it
to see them happy with someone else?
hard choices to make
fariha Mar 2021
in the silence,
i can hear something is shattering,
but it’s not the glass,
from the table,
nor from the kitchen,
what is it?
its turning into dust and debris,
all over the place,
but blinded by eyes,
and silence at mouths.
Lee Aaun Mar 2021
when you will seek peace
and you will find it in your pieces,
it's the real peace
peace is in your pieces
David Beltran Feb 2021
I found myself aboard a midnight train,
I left Salerno for Milan
listening to Her for Five Minutes,
Simon used to sing this song.
Come si chaima?
She asked as a drug's side effect,
Soft grin and all she may not have spoken French, Spanish,
nor English but music is the universal language after all.

Love in retrospect like a butterfly effect,
Sua, Cinque Minuti.
a quiet smile,
between laughter and silence
filled her face.
She came from Verona, to visit family,
I came to see the city where God met the Sea.
Lui dice, l'amore che non ti aspetti?
Her voice, a dream complete,
the universal language in tones and  beats.
Galileo of Galilei finally free,
my heart a quivering seat.

I expected to fall asleep,
but mistakes you don't regret,
an angel's voice inside your head.
errori di cui non ti sei pentito, è amore, non è vero?
She said, as rain translated words obsolete.
love is something you don't regret.
I don't know her name,
but all I need is five minutes,
to feel her voice in my imbibition,
a reminder of a midnight train precognition.
Thank you to Simon and Victor of Her, dedicated to the memory of Simon for his amazing work on his short time here. To Victor for your incredible voice on your Colors rendition, helping create a moment on a train. To Isa a beautiful reminder of experience when you venture out to seek discomfort.
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