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T'yana Brown Nov 2019
Deep sense of affection devoured her cold heart
Running warm blood through her veins
Feelings of comfort as Love starts

He takes her hand and they romanced across the floor
Mistakes are made because she’s so use to being in control
Bright lights are watching so he genuinely ask to switch roles

One step at a time they learn from each other
Didn’t allow those bright flashing lights to distract them
They grew to be eternal lovers

The root of any relationship is UNDERSTANDING because their precious love is demanding

As he tossed her up with a firm grip on her waist
She threw her hands up while he slowly spun in a circle
It appears signs of happiness and freedom from pain; cheering had gained as the lights dimmed purple...
To My Kingdom Spouse:

I want your love
healthy and black
I promise to reflect it

give me your heart
and I'll keep it safe
I promise never to neglect it

I want to love you
in a way that makes doubting God
impossible

you can come to me
vulnerably
I promise to be responsible

with your secrets
I'm not playing games
baby, I am for real

I am yours today and forever more
with an oath to God
I'll seal the deal

under one condition
that you'll be only mine
and I'll be only yours

well stand under an open heaven
open windows
and open doors

For generations
our children will recall
the love we shared

they will know the truth
that the same type of love
can also be theirs

Strong
Healthy
and BLACK
To my Kingdom Spouse. Here is a letter. I hope you love it. Lets build a love that last throughout generations. You and Me. Imperfect yet choosing to love one another over and over again.
Janna B Nov 2020
The advice was
'Support him,
try to help him.
He needs sleep when he’s tired
(even if it’s all day).'
'Try to talk to him,
he’s hurting inside.
Help him,
he needs you.'

I believed that,
and I tried.
I tried until
I felt almost gone
My words disappeared!
A glass pane formed
between myself and the world.

I didn't know
I could go too far.
Give too much support.
No-one says that,
who would have thought?

I didn’t know
support can become a crutch.
He could settle,
no need to improve.
Who would have thought?

Depression is real.
It just doesn’t mean
that you are first always,
or that you don't need to try
or talk to your spouse.
That was just -
taking advantage.
I do know that depression is real, I really feel for sufferers. That's why I stayed for so long. I just didn't realise... I was enabling it. That's not in the self-help books. Now, he's actively trying to get help...
Michael R Burch Apr 2020
Joy in the Morning
by Michael R. Burch

for my grandparents George Edwin Hurt and Christine Ena Hurt

There will be joy in the morning
now this long twilight is over
and their separation has ended.
For fourteen years, he had not seen her
whom he first befriended,
then courted and married.
Let there be joy, and no mourning,
for now in his arms she is carried
over a threshold vastly sweeter.
He never lost her; she only tarried
until he was able to meet her.

Keywords/Tags: George Edwin Hurt Christine Ena Spouse reunited heaven joy together forever
Michael R Burch Apr 2020
Joy in the Morning
by Michael R. Burch

for my grandparents George Edwin Hurt and Christine Ena Hurt

There will be joy in the morning
now this long twilight is over
and their separation has ended.
For fourteen years, he had not seen her
whom he first befriended,
then courted and married.
Let there be joy, and no mourning,
for now in his arms she is carried
over a threshold vastly sweeter.
He never lost her; she only tarried
until he was able to meet her.

Keywords/Tags: George Edwin Hurt Christine Ena Spouse reunited heaven joy together forever
Mrs Timetable Mar 2020
Our beautiful castle
Was only made of sand
Packed tight but fragile
Crashed by the furious shore
It took away our castle
Grain by grain into the sea
I watched it wash away
Slowly with grief

My love stayed bright
I built a lighthouse on that shore
To shine brilliant towards you
So you can find me again
It flickers off and on
Grows weary with time
But I will wait and not burn out
Because I know you’re mine
9 years
Mrs Timetable Mar 2020
These are the days of blue
Days of sadness
Of the torn away days
That last too long
I wish I could hold them for you
In a big paper sack
Recycle them into new
Instead all I can try to do
Is hold onto your pain
While you go away and hide
From these days of blue
I know he would tell you too
The son the brother
The husband the father
Most of all the friend
Grief he understood
He knew sadness and pain
He held the losses for many
If he could
He would change the color
For you
From blue to a new hue
For my dear sis and her daughters -the anniversary time of the death of husband and father.    He was the best of men. A very Best friend.
Carlo C Gomez Feb 2020
She doesn't wear sunglasses
to be hot or cool

She doesn't wear them
as a fashion statement

She doesn't even wear them
while in the throes of mysteria

She simply wears them
to hide the bruises
Alek Mielnikow Jan 2020
Don’t you dare tell me
I cannot love him.
He’ll love me back and
he will be mine.

Fingers at ready
on my old bookshelf,
waiting for the right
words to appear.
Waiting forever,
dust has now settled.
Maybe I should just
write my own tale.

It is not easy
when you’ve been lonely.
It is not simple
when there’s a loss.

Imprint on my ring
finger is still there.
I rub it often
so it will fade.
It has been too long
and I must move on.
This new passion is
warm to the touch.

Don’t you dare tell me
I cannot love him.
He’ll walk away and
I will stay true.


-
by Aleksander Mielnikow | Alek the Poet
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