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Anastasia Dec 2019
the trees were lovely
an ocean blue
like your eyes
when I look at you
the sky was pink
a soft sunset
soft blushes
a flushing palette
your arms were around me
we laid in the grass
your lips on my neck
we let the clouds pass
dandelions
scattering
floating their way
into our dreams
Anastasia Dec 2019
love letters
piling up in my brain
doodled little hearts
making a chain
staring at you
pretty pink lips
soft to the touch
at my fingertips
hands running through
silky soft hair
pretty eyes sparkle
so do mine when you're there
a pink envelope
filled with pretty words
sweet velvety memories
so very gently blurred
writing love letters
wearing big sweaters
thinking
of you
an old draft i just finished.
Anastasia Dec 2019
soft blonde hair
plush kisses on my cheek
fingers tracing circles
at the edge of the creek
confessions
and blushing cheeks
wiping tears
fixing the leaks
lips on skin
gentle heat
a warm summer day
with a love so sweet
Riz Mack Dec 2019
how many bots could a robot boot if a robot could boot bots?
they're coming
sol Jun 2018
8:25 am
Tuesday, April 24, 2018

His eyes spoke words that his mouth couldn't say
A warm breeze danced with his hair as I looked up
The sun stood on his shoulder giving him a peachy kiss
Chocolate caramel his eyes were but when he looked away they turned into glowing logs of wood
His hands tightly around my waist they stayed as he spoked soft words of poetry
Then a pause … our rib cages met and our hearts reached out for each other one last time
The stare between us was intense the type of intense you only see in movies, one last time our eyes locked
One last time, a goodbye kiss, gentle and sweet, taste of honey, the remaining color we had, spilled
One last time, a goodbye kiss

-sol
©sol /the poems i never wrote
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ˢᵒᶠᵗ ᶦˢ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᶦᵍʰᵗ'ˢ ᵍʳᵃˢᵖ
ˢᵗᵃʳᵈᵘˢᵗ ᵖᵃᶦⁿᵗˢ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃˡˡˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠˡᵒᵒʳ
ᵀʷᵒ ᵇᵒᵈᶦᵉˢ ᵉⁿᵗʷᶦⁿᵉᵈ.
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A silent yearning,
A splash of soft renegade.
This gold softness
Close again like armor;
My collapse, his surrender.

Please my quiet scream;
I crave your emotion,
My charming melody.
Hunter Green Nov 2019
Under the water,
Watching as the silver surface moves.
Quickly calm, as the darkness pours into ears.
The mind at rest,
Apart from the world the silence is best.
The pressure pushing into softest of spaces.

The lake is thick,
Swimming between fingers as if to hold its hand.
Keep on falling,
In a world lacking gravity,
Reaching for something to hold whilst knowing there’s nowhere to stand.
Advil,
Methamphetamine,
The words of e e cummings
Your sculpted sloped nose
and Lord of the Flies

These are all pain relievers

A hospital,
The voice  of Nelson Mandela
The softness of her back
And notes of Vivaldi’s four seasons violin concerto number 2

    These are all sanctuaries

Four letters,
A Christmas song in February
Streaks of sunshine
And a contact name

These are all love
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