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dycarus Jun 19
you whispered to me,
"want to see magic?"
i kissed your ears,
"like this?"
you kissed my eyes,
"like this"
dycarus Jun 19
she's made of honey,
vinegar,
and some flower seeds
yuyu Jun 16
The pink rose that you gave,
Has always been alive,
Never wilted from my heart,
Because it has always been you

My comfort has always been you,
Because you would always knew,
Even without any words,
You would always be there,
Even when I was not

The pink rose that you gave,
Blooms a garden of joy,  
Rushes the bees to work,
Wakes the butterflies
in my stomach

Do you remember
When we were in the pink rose fields?
You were my best view,
I want you to know,
That you will always be

Your eyes greet me with a smile,
Everytime and every while
Our eyes meet,
I can feel the love
Deep inside your brown eyes.

My love,
Thank you,
For the pink rose
cheerful love that we both experience, the comfort and love that I received from you was the best experience ever
Dear future husband,
I want you to know,
I'll catch you when you fall,
I'll love you forever,
Dear future husband,
I want you to know,
I'll give you my all,
I'll be right beside you with each endeavor,
Dear future husband,
haven't I told you a million times,
"I'll be your partner in crime",
Dear future husband,
I'll love you even after your hair fades,
There is nothing I wouldn't trade,
for you,
Dear future husband,
I hope you know that even the grave can't set us apart,
Dear  future husband,
I love you with all my heart.
To my future husband.
Robert Ronnow May 23
Late April and only
coltsfoot—Tussilago farfara—breaking leaf litter.
Our daffodils, peonies and crocuses
are also making signs.

April is the cruelest month, I forget why.
A sweet slow Spring
no sudden changes
each leg and leaf unfolds deliberately. You can't miss it.

New York City's spring rushes like a yellow cab
into summer. One day leaves are wet,
next they’re leather. I prefer this slow dance,
birds mating on the sky, peepers evolving into frogs.

Repairs take weeks or months. Septic,
garage door, cracked windshield, clean windows,
build bridge, buy land, rake leaves off erosion control,
cut wood, prune lilac, paint lawn chairs.

More carefully inspect, identify, the insect
of the week, a fly with an ant’s body
that skirts the grass and falls in drinks.
Look more closely! It will be gone in a few days!

Then it will be the time of moths or fireflies,
mosquitoes and wasps. Mud road,
red-winged blackbird. The slashing stream
topples old trees. My legs hurt.
Kassan Jahmal May 19
Her lips were cold as a Winter’s bone, sending sharp chills down your
spine. His kiss was like a Summer, with it’s sun warming up the days.
A Spring of blossoming scented flowers, no longer shy to be openly
seen.

The butterflies in search of nectar, being the ones in her stomach. As
with the fall, they had both fallen in love during the Autumn.

He would forever be her seasoned kisser.
Alan S Bailey May 19
I think I found myself lost, maybe.
You're just a girl...yes a lady.
You just were around me and
I felt the hairs stand on end.
Heart beating quickly.

I the pretty dolled up one,
I lost all my self control
I said I loved you and...

Why? You for such a simple cute girl, a lady,
"Not in blue-dressed in pink,"
Could have such huge boyish brown eyes,
Yours was short raven hair, "or like a wildcat" I think,
It grows now full all around your sweater.
I am of the impression that I could fall
Into them all, and be swept away a feather.

Yes I fell, I was "mad idiot" and I lost,
Just to a simple short girl,
With colorful beads in lace,
You could hold me in your embrace,
So much where my heart belongs.
And one like lightning could strike me,
Just you...being so very wild...so strong...
I S A A C Apr 20
succulent heart only needs a couple of drops every few months
cacti are what I have become
adaptive to the inconsistent
search for storms no matter how violent
just to get that sweet sweet drop
just to feel my heart fill fill up
then leave in the flash, leave it in the past
I have no problem moving on
as long as I get my drops
LC Apr 6
sweet, full, red apples
plucked, crushed, pulverized to chill -
loved in scorching heat.
Escapril Day 5! The prompt was "crush." I used the definition "a drink made from the juice of pressed fruit" to create this poem. I hope you enjoy it!
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