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A bored Poet Nov 2016
Would it be alright
For you to be by my side
For you to be my bride
To be with you, till the end of time

Would it be alright
To yearn for your touch
To seek you when I'm lost
To replace what I've lost

Would it be alright
To brush the tears off your cheek
To become your light when in need
To carry you and sweep you off your feet

Would it be alright
To finally hold you in my arms
To be able to keep you out of harms
And be your shelter in the storms

Would I be alright
If this were all true
But then I wake up
And realize, it was just a ruse
David P Carroll Nov 2016
I've found love
I love her
I truly do
My love is alive
O I'm truly in love
Her love is so
Special her heart
Has touched my
Heart with out
Her love I truly
Would never be in love.
David P Carroll
David P Carroll
With Out Her Love I Would Never Be In Love
McDonald tsiie Oct 2016
if I could fly
I would just to get under your full of caress wings
if I could paint
I would paint a wall of your face
if I could write
I would write books with you being the body and conclusion
And If I could compliment
I would do that everyday... but why?
Your beauty is out of the human nature
You are a person every person wishes to see
Audrey Maday Aug 2016
If I had known that would have been goodbye,
Maybe I wouldn't have left so fast,
I would have kissed your cheek,
Squeezed your hand,
Sunk into your hug a little deeper.
But now you're down in Texas,
And I'm here in Minnesota, alone.
Would have, could have, should have
Colm Apr 2016
Revisit me my dear revised, see only me.
For I am a glutton for your eyes.
It’s deep within you've always seen,
The subtleties I've stored inside.

Said and implied, I love the way,
You scroll through each embellished line.
Besotted we were supposed to be,
An author and his beloved rhyme.

Within your book and by your side,
Is where I remain and to page I bind.
Don't leave without such fond embrace,
Or forget where we first met in mind.

Stay here instead and share my bed,
Rehearse my prose and read my rhymes.
Aloud we sound, like your favorite song.
Would you say my name just one more time?
This poem is written from the perspective of one of my former poems. As if, with a twinge of jealousy, this is what she would say to me if we had the chance to speak. Enjoy.
Lucrezia M N Apr 2016
I would be a naive white lie
when all you need is dreaming,

and the secret words you mean
to say with silence. 

I would be the kind of things
you've never done before

and all the things you
would never have enough of. 



I would be the crossroad where  
you’ll always have a choice,

and your better half coming along
on all your adventures. 

I would be love running through
if you feel like dying inside,

and the guiding light if you get lost
in the darkest time. 



I would be kissing your hands
if you have to clench your fists,
and a drum to play your most
true inner self beating,

I would be white sheets of paper
to collect your thoughts,

and a blank canvas ready  
to embody your impulse.



I would be there if you're numb
to take you dancing in the rain,

and the weird and magic energy  
before a summer storm.

I would be a mirror for the sunset
if it's behind your back,

and the hot dry wind of a sin
you won’t ever regret.



I would be a thrilling wave
you can’t wait to catch,

and the conquest of creative space
inside your noisy chaos. 

I would be the thirst for life
you suddenly instilled into me,

both challenge and careless fun
and all you’d care to believe in.


I would be possibly amazing
as your wistful colorful voice,
and 
the call of the ocean
with its most delightful breeze..


If just once I would be ever heard
would you care I give you u my all?

All is a nothing, thanks to you
happiness now I came to know.
when you get to know someone who inspires you so so much and you feel there's a special connection of spirits is something magic, your heart is so full of gratitude and unconditional never ending admiration.
Àŧùl Mar 2016
I would have said that I love you,
If the situations weren't this way,
If you are a bit patient & mature.

I would write my odysseys for you,
If I could then I would write them,
If I was just a bit happy & luckier.

I would often keep kissing you,
If the air couldn't suffocate me,
If I could have flown up to you.

I would have loved you till sunrise,
When they were never anticipated,
And I could come up with a surprise.

I would compose my songs for you,
When they were most unexpected,
When I would be loved back unto.
My HP Poem #1042
©Atul Kaushal
Got Guanxi Feb 2016
would

in the screaming breeze,
a whistles sound forms,
in the winds,
the hibernated scorn of hidden violins,
strung together the suspense.
In the aftermath of silenced stare;

the glare from colours crystalline,
the subtle manipulation of light beams,
in nice dreams,
across the shallow lake,
whilst opaque clouds fade, pale.
In the sound of the backgrounds snarl;

in the woods darkness, black,
the music chooses ehoes between branches,
dangling in tone in the malarkey of
the pain of the mandolins gaze;

each pieces together with tiny,
frost bitten childs sized fingers.
The icy touch lingers for the seconds of death,
that last a pastime,
a lifetime of lust,
in the blink of the dust in the wind.
Julie Grenness Feb 2016
A perfect world would be Paradise,
Global peace, bliss more than nice,
Collective communion of one human soul,
A garden of Eden, as in days of old,
Elysian Fields would be Heaven on Earth,
True Shangri-la, for what it's worth,
Equitable Peace, one human hand,
Friendly faces, our true dream land,
A perfect world would be Paradise,
Global Peace, bliss more than nice.
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