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Kerri Feb 2016
Her heart is pure as
Angels dancing in the rain;
filled with wild love
and bottomless dreams.
Her beauty like 1000 Sunsets
enchants my soul,
until I'm tangled up
in her lacy love.
Written for a special girl :)
Thandiwe Feb 2016
Injection of love has no limits,
Diminishes bad habits, only traces of a worthy candidate.
We ride the wave of feelings and serenade our ears to the rhythmic beats of our hearts.
How often do the least get rewarded, unseen and unblemished by the horror of life.
This world is paved with gold, pity those treasures are covered by things stale and old.
But not this love...it awakens the soul and traces back the lies we were told.
Capture my runaway train of thought and reign my wishes,
Drowning in my blushes, if words were permanent and memories paintings.
They would create what's never seen...write a story using the strokes of colour displaying my thoughts.
This pie in the sky feeling is blowing up the dust off my feet,
Keep my eyes smiling and inspiring me to always appear neat...spit in the face of defeat,
For after brokenness comes something sweet.
It's me again...leaving behind what was and forgetting there is such a thing as pain.
We keep moving, this love keeps sowing, and unaware of the growth underground, we keep growing.
I love this love. It looks appealing...something out of your dreams which comes alive before your eyes.
It looks great and fun, anticipating excitement and never being out done.
Time...I picture it sitting in a corner with its legs crossed and watching from a distance. It knows when and even know and even beyond the now.
The human heart carries so much...how it can carry hate and love together is hard to imagine.
How does it do it...carry such strong repelling emotions yet still survive...I choose the latter.
There is no darkness in it nor is there despair...
See when you let love take you...you welcome a gentle peck from the heavens.
It warns your soul and melts the concrete that had engulfed the heart...now finally you can hear your soul mates knock.
Laughter and long walks, sunsets and crazy talk....
This image might not be for everyone, but love invites everyone.
I love love...it sees no faults, just purity on the eyes of its viewer.
It hurdles you when the world batters you...keeps you sain.
How can I not love love, when it rescued me in my most deepest and brutal pain.
Vamika Sinha Jan 2016
She drank her coffee too
sweet
and drew herself
to the smell of new
pencil shavings,
like a pupil dilates in light,
telling itself to expand,
to drink up
more
and
more.

She fumbled
on old strands of her
self rising like mug steam
from poetry
she wrote only three months ago.
Wide-eyed,
reading "when
one leaves,
the past is a fetish"
in rounded, running letters
bubbling up over each other -
a gravy she found
herself constantly stirring.

And sunsets,
dashed with pink syrup,
are a passion
('passion' being her
'word' - a skin-colored tattoo,
a branded prayer, an incanted torch)
Sunsets.
Sour golden orange laced
with strawberry wine.
Bittersweet.
Passionate.

Her.
nb Dec 2015
last saturday, the sky turned a shade of orange so deep it made me want to feel something again. it’s december and the windows on my car are frosting over, and there are clouds out there that are so red they look like the end of the world. do you know that somewhere far away, flowers are blooming? some sunsets are pink for a reason. i don’t know what that reason is, but maybe if i keep singing to the sky like this i can find it.
noah w Nov 2015
he was terrified of the dark,
and so he chased the sunset across the horizon
stumbling after it with aching ankles
and clinging to the sunset’s wrist,
fearful that he would trip
stumble
fall behind
be left alone and feel the cold soak his bones
this lover of the light ran himself into exhaustion and,
tripping,
stumbling,
fell behind
to be left alone
but the sunset stilled, blazing across the sky,
to lift the desperate, ardent disciple of its rays
into its arms,
and carried the poor straggler
until he no longer feared, nor knew, the dark.
Marisa Hope Nov 2015
Take me in your arms, never let me go,
I can't wait to spend countless nights with you, wherever we go.
I want to roll over to your face in the morning, have cute little bad breath kisses,
then we can go make pancakes while the orange juice fizzes.
We can walk to the beach, just a mile from your apartment,
we can lay on the sand and build castles with little compartments.
You can finally teach me to surf, a dream of mine,
until I keep falling and we laugh the rest of the time.
We'll swim to shore with enough time to get ready for dinner,
as we walk under the purple-pink skies the space between us gets thinner.
Until your arm's around mine, you lean in for a sunset kiss.
I kiss right back, our fingers interlocked, a moment of pure bliss.
Justine Muriel Nov 2015
My adoration for you is like gazing into the sky at dusk. At first, your eyes are sunsets, blazing with passion and colorful possibilities. They transform into deep colors, blush fading into vibrant purples, and I see undeniable love. Then instantaneously, eyes that were once magnificent become dark. Still beautiful, but a boundless Galaxy of stars that are far beyond my reach. A mystifying scene, an unexplored realm.
Lalala Oct 2015
The rooftop setting is all I could ever ask for
It is way more romantic than the sunsets in the shore
You can both watch the stars twinkle and the city lights glow
While you can hear busy chats of the people as the car honks from below

The breeze that makes your body quiver,
Has also caused your dear lips to wither,
Which gave him a hint to wrap you around his arms,
And to carefully kiss you with no possible harm
Sorry guys for being inactive... It's been a long long while.
Kale Sep 2015
The burning fire
Of the bewitching orb
Comes to end the sweet day.

Our day,
In which walk on the tiny granules
Of the endless sand
Staring at the beauty
Of our love.

Once the sun sets,
I know our time has come to an end
Because now I am filled with
Memories whiles
In you are in the grave
Dreaming the night  away.
Bridget Allyson Aug 2015
If ever I were to remember
I would remember the sunset
A day ends to make room for new beginnings.

If ever I were to remember, anything at all
I would remember when she cried
So helpless for her daughter.

And if ever I were to remember
I'd remember how souls danced
Because mine might not ever
Again.
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