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i play rufly for
a minute gently as you
wish touch me softly
Psych-o-rangE Jan 15
A song
A birthday
A book
A person
A love
A trust
A memory

The - point to this

Numb pain, thoughts in vain, wade in space,
Just the sunset on my face which slowly fades

Fingers of death reach to cover my eyes, touches my cold face, envelope the memory of all that slipped away.

I'm feeling - for hands
How I feel when I forget the next song I want to play
Mrs Timetable Jan 14
You can know
If a heart is tender
If you touch it
First
Be the kind one
Ken Pepiton Jan 9
Call all the lost, lost.

Nonattachment,
know the worth of holding thoughts true.

For the present, for the moment,
for one breath, be true
from the past, to the future,

regret nothing done today.

practical self rule, become a sphere
of all you know the use of,
in
the future perfect tense,
I shall be ready for death, fearlessly
careful where I step… following Wisdom,
abhoring the good for nothing.

Push off, the clinging past, become
the being now knowing others exist, out be
yonder where no messengers return the same.
Experience recollection, mind sweeping fractured fantasies.
Humble Poet Jan 8
Did she think about me today,
as sunlight kissed the morning's gray?
In moments quiet, hearts in play,
I wonder if, in her thoughts I lay.

As hours that passed and skies turned blue,
did my memory cross her mind, too?
In silent whispers, dreams anew,
I long to know if her love, still grew.

In twilight's gentle, ebbing light,
I wonder if I'm in her sight.
Though distance keeps us out of sight,
I hope she dreams of me tonight.

For love's a mystery, deep and wide,
A connection strong, hearts side by side.
So I'll wait and hope with each sunrise,
she'll think of me, with love in her eyes.
There's warmth in our love
And smile in our touch
These colours
Are you and me

With hearts in full flight
The moon, the stars deep in the night
These colours
Are you and me.

(c) Debra Lea Ryan
03/01/2024
3rd Poem/Words of 1st Concept Album Project https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tug7s2zunVw
Savio Fonseca Dec 2023
God wove the fabric of Life,
with the thread He made from Love.
Thus He went on to create Woman.
Who's Touch, was soft as a Dove.
He wrapped Her with His Holiness
and scented Her a Fragrance so Pure.
He then gifted His Masterpiece,
so Man on Earth felt Secure.
Man stumbled upon this Gift,
On which He would sow His Seed.
Alas He gazed Her with Eyes of Lust,
Selfishness and also Greed.
He held Her with impatience
and splashed on Her.....His Pride.
He stole the fabric, God had created.
In a bag, filled with Deceit and Lies.
Anne Molony Nov 2023
I kiss you as if to confirm you are here. With me. Not going anywhere.


To confirm your presence.


I kiss you as I kiss your hands, as I rub your hands, massaging them to make sure they are real. In disbelief, perhaps that it is your hand in mine and that I have the pleasure of holding it.


I run my fingers down your back, soft, your arms, sturdy. I clutch a wiry coil of hair, yours, in my fist.


I smooth your face. I kiss your face.


It is soft. It is safe. It is kind. It is right.
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