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Allesha Eman Jan 23
In these clay-covered hands
I hold the last droplets of water
We laugh off the miseries
Drinking steaming tea
Stepping into pools of mud
Purposefully
Laughter on a leash
Follows us wholeheartedly
We hold onto the clouds
So that we don’t fall asleep
And miss these terracotta skies
That match our skin
Where within transcribed
Are hopes and dreams
A flower you are
So preciously delicate
And I’m here praying
That whatever I have left
Is enough to
Sustain
Your growth
Out of this midnight grief
WaterSheep Jan 17
Warm colors in the sky,
The burnt amber reminded me of your eyes.
A beautiful prize,
That I can't summarize.
As my gaze curiously wanders to yours,
Caught those gemstones looking into mine enticed.
With our sights aligned,
The sun kisses the ocean its goodbyes.
As the serene waves serenades the sun,
Pulling our heartstrings on a run.
As the dusk,
Melted into the ocean blush.
There,
Your rosy cheeks.
Brighter than any sunset,
Melted mine into a smile.
A memory I will forever remember
anyway i'm still bad at poetry but hope u enjoy it
Strying Oct 2021
all I see are
crashing waves
champagne
purple and orange,
and yet my mind
thinks only of you.
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Erin Sep 2021
Warm lights on the walls
beaming through every window
soft as a bear's hug
lights my heart beneath my eyes
a sweet taste of golden hour
Hamna Sep 2021
𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑡.
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦,
𝐾𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑙 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑒. - 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙗𝙮 𝙢𝙚

𝐼𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑣𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒.
𝐼𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑡 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑒𝑛𝑠.
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒.
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡. - 𝙖 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙
𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑚 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑦 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒. 𝑊𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟’𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠... 𝐼𝑠𝑛’𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑦?
Sunsets I feel
tend to reveal
how enchanting is life
in its truest and real..
Melancholy  
horizons of
dimness.

Tipsy light
touching golden
Kisses in the
Sky.

Sunsets
drooping
with bleeding
teardrops.

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I feeling a friends
Hurt she was really depressed but we talked
and she's well and
I have many more from
feeling her pain as
we are very connected
my soul sister  we understand each other very well as I've had my moments of dark days and sadness
and depression it's not
fun.
Ilonka May 2021
in the evenings, I watch sunsets from the porch of my sleeping house, how the sky divides into thousands of tones,

in the mornings, I feel the sun change the flowers of the field letting the light flow as long as it should,
dancing bees cut ways for those who do not know the meaning of life,
it is enough to look at them and the anxiety of our humanity disappears like a last dandelion blown by the innocence of a child,

freshly opened daisies lust in the morning dew, I smile good morning to my faithful friends who never betrayed me, the company of serene petals is all I need in these times lived in imaginary cages,
in the distance, in there are still voices shouting for freedom, then slowly get lost in the daily dust,

suddenly it strikes me a longing to live as before, to walk with my hot coffee on the paved streets, among the lost minds,
to look into unfamiliar eyes and touch familiar hands, to smile even when it hurts and when the night awakens to fall asleep with my thighs uncovered exhausted by the toil of a full day,

 I look at my dry hands from too much gardening, I return to my much-loved present with lovely flowers, tall grasses that reach over my knees, with dreams hidden here and there when I blink…
Galilei Apr 2021
Watching sunsets with her is the best,
My heart beating so fast inside my chest.
Asking, “What's your favourite color?”
She answered, “Yellow, mi amor, reminds me of you, now, tomorrow and forever.”
my favorite color. hi sup its my first time in here. more poem for me to post.
audrey Apr 2021
era
the sun rose in the east,
only cries and wails
in white hoarded rooms,
where a new day starts,
and endings birthed,
and where the sun
sets in the west,
waiting for a better
tomorrow.
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