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Immortality Mar 7
Dear love,

In this moment,
our steps feel familiar,
like we’ve danced here before.

Words feel familiar,
like we’ve sung them before.

The air feels familiar,
like we’ve breathed it before.

My dearest,
your lips feel familiar,
like we’ve kissed before,
in another time,
another life.

Tell me, love,
do you feel it too?
Or am I alone
in this déjà vu?
Déjà vu — a mesmerizing whisper of familiarity....
:)
Lorelei T Jan 11
My heart beats louder still,
Seconds slip, no words exchanged
It's a silent oath whisperd.
Immortality Jan 9
The trees breathe
in a language
older than time.
I’ve got this massive curry leaves tree in my garden. It’s my unofficial therapist..... hehe
Yep, I share my problems with it—big, small, and downright embarrassing...
But I make sure no one’s watching. I don’t want the neighbors thinking I’ve gone nuts!!
heheheh~~
Shofi Ahmed Dec 2024
Just one fleeting glance at you, yet the timeless Earth,
With the deep red roses, holds its breath in awe of your worth.
Daylight and twilight weave together, lost in your spell,
How could I ever describe your beauty? No words could tell.

Shape my heart as you will, so it mirrors your light,
A reflection of your endless grace, so pure, so bright.
See yourself, just once, through your own lovely eyes,
Just how stunningly beautiful you are—beyond the skies.
Maryann I Nov 2024
In the quiet dusk, beneath a gray-veiled sky,
A woman stood by the river's edge, alone.
Her name was Liliana, a flower in the wind,
Once vibrant, now wilting in the twilight of her years.


Her tears fell silently, mingling with the soft rain,
As she watched the petals she had plucked, one by one,
Drift down the river, a gentle procession of loss.
Each petal was a memory, a whisper of love,
Now carried away by the relentless current.


Liliana's hands, once tender and warm,
Were now cold, trembling like the autumn leaves.
She had loved once, with a heart as open as the sky,
But time had withered that love, like flowers left to fade.


She followed the petals with her gaze,
As they floated down the stream,
Disappearing into the distance,
Where the river met the horizon,
And the sky kissed the earth with a sorrowful sigh.


The rain washed over her, a cleansing balm,
But the pain remained, buried deep within,
A thorn that refused to be dislodged.
And as the last petal vanished from view,
Liliana whispered a name,
One that the wind carried away,
To mingle with the rain and tears,
Forever lost in the river of forgotten dreams.
Sam S Sep 2024
Loyalty, honesty, respect—
That’s all I ask, and all I give.
I’d never seek to change your soul,
For it’s your spirit that makes me whole.
Through laughter, tears, and all we’ve known,
You’ve never had to walk alone.
I stand with you, in light or dark,
Our bond unshaken, a constant spark.
No need for words, no need for show,
True friendship’s strength is all I know.
greatsloth Sep 2024
If ever my heart stops beating
Bring her, she's lovely,
My clock would once again start ticking
Like they're back in the 80s.

Even if the photograph of her fades
She's still my beautiful grace;
Pardon me, Lady Highness
I should brought you a bouquet of roses.

Once the time of us stops,
It's not the end, but only a minute pause;
It only meant the end of this host,
My head will continue rest unto your lap.

In an era next to this
I will still be your lover, I promise.
Anoeska de Wit Sep 2024
I feel it coming closer,
I feel it almost near.
On my cheek,
Now another tear.

Rolling down,
Just like me.
But it gets so blurry,
That i can't even see.

Time is ticking,
Heart beats are skipping.
Is it just me,
Or am i slowly tripping?

Haunted by time,
Endless and timeless.
For people to say it's only temporary,
But nevertheless.

I'm stuck,
In something called free.
They don't feel,
But i swear i can see.

It coming closer,
Almost grabbing me.
But i'm afraid,
Time is the only thing,
That can guarantee.

-anoeska
Shaky Spear is my name
and rhyming is my game
though I don't need to rhyme
to be sublime
I prefer the lines
that stand on their own
just words alone
in a desert of colorless bone
and dying poets
playing with thoughts
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