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Hope Latoza Jul 12
i would have agreed to ernest hemingway when he said that one should never go on trips with anyone one does not love, but i said otherwise starting that moment i met you. if you do not love me at the time that we've decided to go on a trip together, then lay on your back, watch me drive and drive you crazy. i'd be your chauffeur, since i am a professional driver i'd keep in mind how safe you should be with me, through the longest ride of your life i'd try hard enough to bring you delight as i fold down the roof of our cabriolet. the cold breezy wind would hit your smooth face, thus windy it would make your hair sway along with it. i'll let you feel macrocosm and hope that you'd know that my love for you is nature-like, we'd grow, then find peace with each other and if destructions hit us, we will heal afterwards we'd find our way back to each other's arm.

i am the one to maneuver the ship we'll use on our sojourn in this fantasy, with high hopes that someday we'd have our longest voyage but we are together evermore. i'd like to be your high-grade licensed mariner until our ship ends sail; but as we embark on this new journey, pardon me for i will wish upon all the heavenly bodies above us. i'd whisper to them if that's what i have to do just to make you love me. i am not certain if you'd swing your body along with the wave of the open sea, so i as your captain, i'd move you back and forth, to oscillate you like a pendulum enjoying the moment. and so, i'll dance with you until my sea-like love for you, be reciprocated with your ocean-like one.

but if us will never happen, tell me. on our way, i am fully aware that we will encounter an iceberg that may cause our ship to sink, or a limestone rock that would cause us to trip–make us stumble and fall on our knees. when our trip ends, that is the time we can say if you love me or you still don't. for a moment, i'll kiss you passionately if you would let me. and i'll drive you back home, so you could finally rest after our tiresome travel. maybe, it came too foolish to travel with someone you don't love, but isn't it where all of it starts? isn't there this need to explore just to find out? if you change your mind, call me. when you find out that you already love me, hit me up. we'll fuel this love, until our end and until the day all the machines be disconnected from our bodies. because my love for you is endless, and my heart hopes that this journey of lifetime would make you love me as well.
Regina Jun 13
walk with me, my cherish.....the
shoreline beckons, as our feet
leave hot sand
laying in a bed of wild flowers in a clearing in a wood
calms me
a gentle breeze brings the scent of the flowers
cleansing me
the silent sound of the wood
awakens me
and a flap of a bird, the cry of an animal
heightens me
sunlight breaks through the leaves  to
enlighten me
and peace washes
over me
THEN the music from my phone
disturbs me
Turn your phone off when walking in the woods.
V C Vaughn Apr 23
I don’t want what other girls want.
I don’t need what other girls need.
I need music to dance too,
a roaring fire,
good whiskey and someone to share it with.
I need solitude and sunshine.
I need walks in the rain,
and a comfy sweater.
I need a hand to hold,
deep kisses hugs to get lost in,
I want someone that handles the bold side of me.
I need to write and to read.
I want a love to get lost in.
I need to run wild and free.
But more than anything
I need someone that loves all of me.
You remember the time at the beach,
I remember the long walk we took,
You remember the coffee we drank,
I remember you wiping off the smudge,
You remember the day we met,
I remember the way you saw me,
You remember the joke I made the other day,
I remember the way you laughed,
You remember the day you hold my hand for the first time,
I remember the warmth it spread,
You remember the the gift I gave you,
I remember the shine in your eyes,
You remember all the moments we spend,
I remember 'us' every time in them.
Altering your perspective can provide you the luxury of seeing things for what they are and not what you want them to be.....
-Truth Devour
I long, for long walks
When the moon faintly smiles
And the sun begins to shine
The birds in the trees
And the early morning breeze
Together greet
Empty streets
Salvador Kent Mar 26
For the first time in a week...

It was surreal to feel the wind
Lightly blow against your cheek
And amongst the trees...

Infected your ears
Music. Symphonies.

Caused a quarter of the world
To put themselves to sleep...
Hibernation. Dream.

Although there were more people
Outside today than you've seen.
Contemplating the birds sing
While standing two metres apart
From each other...

Sad sight. You caught the glance
Of a girl you swear you recognised...
She smiled for a split second almost
In greeting and then turned away...
It's a small world.

She reminded you of another girl
From the days you used to run
About in the golden sunlight,
Days adolescence was a concept
You didn't see coming, faster. Faster.

You kept in touch with this poor girl...
Purple. You were talking to her
Yesterday evening as you stared at
the black outside your window...

She claimed a star had appeared
In the night sky.

She said sometimes
Staring at the night sky
She'll indulge in throwing
Her problems into the stars
And watch them go by...

And she would look at stars
And solve her problems
Or watch them float away
In the clouds passing by...

If only it were that simple.
If only life was so simple
You could throw your thoughts
Into the stars and they would
Sort themselves out in front of
Your eyes...

Imagine being able
To stare at the stars all night
Without tears dropping
Down your cheek.

Stars make you cry you see.
Because there was a time
You talked about stars with
Blue eyes.

And now whenever
You see the stars
In the sky you remember
Blue eyes. Not the actual one,
The concept.

Because actual blue eyes
Infuriates you. Slow replies.
Hours on end waiting
For a single text
That normally reads
Cool x.

This girl who talked
About the stars with you
Yesterday night
Reminded you of nights
You spent with blue eyes...
Hours on end of text after text
Saying how beautiful the stars

Irrelevant really.
Hours you're never getting back.
They just sit in your mind
And slowly extract cyanide
From the sweet almonds
You call memories.

Poisoning your brain like
Snakes snakes snakes...

Back home.
Birdsong in that brain of yours
Since you can't hear it anymore.
You wanted to write verse
But decided now is not the time
Because you glanced at that girl
Who you knew briefly
In a memory from years ago.

You haven't even lived
Sixteen years of life and you
Feel it's gone on for too long

I wonder if the stars are the same
In france? Or are they more beautiful...

Orange juice.
You pour it down your throat...
That's life you think to yourself
as the birdsong emerges from
Your subconscious.

It's all you can hear now...
But its beauty is gone...
Now all you can hear is cries.
Agony. Pain. That's what's caused
When you spend too much time
Caressing the concept of pretty
Blue eyes...

I wonder if once hysteria is over
People will ask me how I spent
Days locked into my home
For the good of the country.

I'll reply:

I thought of blue eyes
As I walked through the woods...
Made me cry to think
I'd never talk about the stars in the sky
With her again.

I thought to myself
I wonder
If the stars looked the same
In the green fields of France...

And I listened to the birdsong
Infect my mind...

Birdsong and orange juice
Became my life...

Hysteria was rife...

I fell in love with a pair
Of blue eyes that never
Even existed...

Birdsong and orange juice
Infected my mind
Like almonds, alcohol and

Like pretty blue eyes.
I wrote this one today  after a walk in the forest. Felt appropriate.
Mark Toney Oct 2019
There was an old poet named Mark
Who loved to steal walks in the park.
One day he was frightened,
A big dog did bite him.
He does nothing more on a lark.
5/29/2018 - Poetry form: Limerick - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2018
Gray Dawson Oct 2019
walking in a dark forest
Leaves crunch beneath my boots
the only sounds come from snapped twigs and fidgeting bodies
Along the tree line are staring eyes
People shifting occaisionly, not speaking
Just staring
They don’t break eye contact
Not once
I keep walking, holding myself tightly
Walking towards a light, but every step I take,
the more the staring gets to me
I try to ignore but then the whispering starts
And suddenly I’m getting chills
their eyes are cutting into me
Now I’m running
Crunching leaf sounds are behind me
As the whispering becomes defeaning
Covering, covering my ears
tears mix with grime
Breathing heavy
sprinting away from the whispers
Finding myself on smooth pavement
Heart beating rapidly but the whispers have stopped
Collapse onto the ground
in a pile of tears
But the stares are still there
just at the edge of the woods
Watching, emotionless.
Julie Grenness Oct 2019
If only this dog could talk,
We'd chat as we went for walks,
Indeed, what would a dog say?
"Hello tree, how are you today?"
"Hello, each blade of grass,
Hope this walk's not my last."
"Hello, cute little poodle,
Puppies we could have oodles!"
But what would a poodle say?
"Just keep on walking, on your way!"
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