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Dreaming about you almost every night
Forgot about my ex love, and last time I cried
I think I'd be ok in my own fantasy world
Cause they won't be able to even say a word
Sparkles, everywhere we look
Feels like the world is spinning around us
Stars falling down the sky in loops
Like your sparkly whispers surrounding us
Telling me it's time I open my eyes
Realizing I was dreaming all this time
I Love You -

I have no words
to tell you
how much
I love you

all I can say
is that:

I love you
S o  m u c h
that
all the words in the world
aren't enough
to tell you
how  much

I love you.
2003. This love poem emphasizes love's expansiveness and language's limitations in expressing it.

The fragmented spacing in the title and throughout the poem elongates the sentiment, mirroring the vastness of the speaker’s emotion. The poem captures the ineffability of love, suggesting that words often fall short no matter how much one feels. The structure conveys a palpable longing, conveying both the intensity and the fragility of love.
Hiding within myself,
from the world,
I found the world I was hiding from,
and in it, I found myself,
hiding within myself,
from the world.
(Translated from Romanian) The poem uses the act of hiding as a metaphor for introspection and self-awareness.

The poem's cyclical nature suggests a deep, repetitive introspection. It speaks to the journey of self-discovery, where hiding from external forces paradoxically leads to uncovering one's inner self. The poem reflects an ongoing dialogue between isolation and self-revelation, tapping into themes of identity and solitude.
Shivvy 5d
I know that the world doesn't approve
But hold me as everything else is on snooze
Kiss me through the night
Away from the world's sight
Skin to skin, heart to heart
Promise me we will never part
Just forget, that this no one would approve
Then for once remember that I love you
Time unwinds
crashing thoughts bind
reverse control we all ask why
We question man
pride-slammed
come to realize just take that stand
Blemished
NAH
Time is planned
Our words are used against us
With deepest thoughts, ignorance is taught this world will die and stupidity is why we choose it
I clear my throat and release all hope
I know the universe hears me
Define American Dream
Define Land of Free
Describe how time detains our land
A Million Wonders school books dumber
The world believes
come over
Modern-day blemish
In it to win it
  Life lost Wonder and
money defines who represents us

#NoChoice
Poor Man Stand
Ayesha Zaki Nov 11
I sometimes hope
in the midst of wakeful nights,
that the peace we all look for
is perhaps something like
a kind, quiet embrace
where I can close my eyes,
letting my mind go blank
and step into a world of solace.

I hope that it would feel
like the soft crackle of fire
on a harsh, winter night,
the warmth consoling the cold
I've felt for decades;

Or perhaps that it's the quiet hum
of a lullaby I once knew by heart,
and allows me to slip
into the blurred lines
between life and eternal rest.
I'm tired.
Mon pays, c'est le beau soleil
Mon pays n'est pas le dur hiver
Mon pays est un Éden souvent vert
Toujours alangui et tropical au réveil.

C'est un pays, où les cantiques des coqs
Revivifient tout le monde tous les matins
C'est un pays meublé de gadoue et de rocs
Où la nature est un vaste et misérable jardin.

C'est un pays plein d'histoires
Où les esclaves sont révoltés
Contre les colons cupides et les sales boucaniers
Là, existent que des macabres mémoires.

Dans cette atmosphère lamentable
Où je gouaille tout ce qui est négatif
Je vais bâtir des monuments positifs
Je vais rêver et réciter des fables.

Mon pays, c'est le clair de lune
Qui donne l'espoir et la force de lutter
Contre les croquemitaines zombifiés
Et masqués. Oh! Je n'ai aucune rancune.

Mon pays, c'est l'imagination positive
Pour l'instant, je ne veux dénoncer personne
Or, je vais faire taire les cloches qui carillonnent
Oh! C'est triste de voir mon peuple sur les rives
Évacuatives.

P.S. Je remercie Gilles Vigneault
Et notre peuple.
Copyright © Janvier 2023, Hébert Logerie, Tous droits réservés
Hébert Logerie est l'auteur de plusieurs recueils de poésie.
Ylzm Nov 10
Son of Dragon, born of Woman
Free to roam, in kings' ears whispering
Mighty kingdoms thus rose, and fell
But Son of Man, exiled and chained

In wisdom Dragon saw his end
His arm in might deceived to save
Corrupted the seed to remain
One King over all men on earth

Thus all flesh drowned yet his seed lives
For seed to father not of flesh
And Dragon in Abyss' depths bound
Awaits the End for Man's judgement

Son of Dragon, wise as father
Knowing Man as he knows himself
His kingdom from his kingdom rose
From ashes yet again to ashes

His eighth and last kingdom now reigns
Over all earth but least glorious
A constant decline from the first
This last an unseen mired wreck

Son of Dragon wise but not wise
As creature imperfect and flawed
All men bow but his kingdom falls
Against He who binds his father

Son of Man, weak but he's to rule
From dungeon's depths raised above kings
For his Father's sceptre he holds
And upon the dragon he rides

When kingdom by Man ruled as right
Gold's free and peace its currency
Without wars nor bribes kings subdued
A glimpse of that ordained to be

Son of Dragon schemes as End nears
Tempts Man he's now King of all earth
And stars bow and all heavens too
And Sons as brothers reign in Peace

The Dragon's Year, this year has come
Son of Man hears Son of Dragon
Peace tempts, and brothers sit to rule
And Mother's name is Babylon
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