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Let me love you in
all the ways I know, and all
you have never known.
Love is art, and I am its artist.
Shiva Chauhan Jun 22
Isn't the sunrise lovely:
"I still love you, but I won’t hold you back."

It captures that quiet ache of letting go with grace. The sunrise here symbolises acceptance, the start of a day without them, and the painful beauty of moving forward.

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We were talking, we were laughing,
We walked down the street together,
Looked up at the sky, shining,
Isn't the moon lovely, my forever?

It's hard to keep love a secret, for sure,
Yet I chose not to tell your eyes divine,
For your worth is inestimable, mon amour,
I'm dying to hold your hands and call you mine.

You make me complete, you're my home,
Your aroma, your gestures, your spark, oh so sweet,
With you, I find solace, never to roam,
Your presence, my sanctuary, is all I need.
In quiet moments, with you, everything feels like home.
eliana Jun 24
Dear Mom,
Have you forgotten?

Sitting, waiting, hoping

Where did you go, Mom?
Did I do something wrong?

Lost, lonely, sad

Are you really gone, Mom?
I waited...
I'm with my grandparents now, Mom.
I have a room now.
Are you there, Mom?
Can you hear me?

Tired, crushed, defeated

Started school again.
It's my birthday, Mom!
It's okay, I don't need a birthday card.

Broken, lacking, sorrowful

Broke an ankle, Mom.
Got a school award.
Are you happy?

Undefined, sinking, heartbroken

Went to the school dance, Mom.
Had my first relationship!
Do you miss us, Mom?

Warped, torn, tangled

You're really gone now.
Why?
I'm moving on now, Mom.
I miss you.
I love you.
Goodbye.
i lied mom. i cant move on. i will look for you again one day mom but for now, its goodbye.
Shiva Chauhan Jun 21
Hi my favourite, it’s been quite a while, it feels like forever. I wanted to talk, but couldn’t. I know you must have noticed. How have you been? I hope everything’s going well. Are you eating your meals properly? How’s school? Life isn’t the same anymore; it’s lost its sparkle, its cheer.

Anyway, dear,
here’s a poem for you.

In the times of my confession,
I adored you more than life's possession,
You have a place in my heart for time's Long cession,
I love you beyond measure, my humble expression.

I miss those late night chats, the early morning calls, do you?
Every other day, you're on my mind, that much is sincerely true.
But it seems, maybe, you don't, or do you?
It's fine, I get it, but I wonder, do you?

I'll wait,
For it's love my dear, not waste.
A heartfelt message wrapped in poetry, softly confessing love, lingering memories, and the quiet pain of waiting. It’s not just words… it’s what the heart couldn’t say out loud.
Maria Etre Jun 19
It's all sunshine
and beaches
laughter
Suntans
and peeled skin
wrinkled faces
sunsets drenched in *****
open car windows
drizzling sweat drops
late nights stretched till dawn
flings and winks
but all this
misses
"u"
The Letter of Summer
Shiva Chauhan Jun 17
I had a dream, I wonder why,
It was you, yes you,
Though veiled in fog,
I knew, it was you,
Felt real, felt warm, felt love,
because it was you.

Hmmmm, you were humming,
made me sleepy,
Your aroma made me feel at home,
The green jacket suits you, your smile suits you,
You came closer to me,
and yes, it was you.

I heard you say my name, the nickname,
You looked me in the eyes,
I wonder why I cried,
I wanted to hug you, but I couldn't,
It was a dream, but I'm sure it was you.

It's a song, sung for you.
A dreamy and emotional poem about seeing a loved one in a dream, soft, warm, and real. Though just a dream, the feelings linger, making it a heartfelt song of longing and love.
Nat Lipstadt Jun 14
"are never really finished,
they are only due.
Writing may be draining,
never perfect,
but it’s always rewarding."

no buts or exceptions
whenever you think your
done,
you lets the little tickles of
mmmm. maybe a
change, a comma here,
and the madness is
well,
maddening

the reward?
the compulsion that drives
one to exclaim,
I can do better,
and take a clean sheet
and the blood rush,
accelerating heart rate,
the beating speeding up
of pulsing of everything

why that's your reward,
*you fool,
fooling yourself
one mo' time
no a rainy saturday
Ai 5d
I don't want you to talk to me, but you're the one I want to tell about everything that happened on my day.
I don't want you to see me, but I want to run into you on the streets, coincidentally.
I don't want you to make me smile, but I want to laugh with you for the rest of my life.
I don't want you to tell me I'm pretty, but I want you to look at only me, forever.
I don't want you to tell me that you're cooking, but I want to cook for you, forever.
I don't want you to tell me what you're doing, but I want to do things with you, forever.

These are just a few...

I don't know why, but...

It's you that I think of when I imagine getting married.
It's you that I think of when I listen to The Ridleys' love songs.
It's you that I think of when I want to try and see new things.
It's you that I think of when I want to go to places I've never been.
It's you that I think of when I want to try new foods.
It's you that I think of when I see couples enjoying their time together.
It's you that I think of when I see the sun as it sets, wishing that I'm watching it with you.
It's you that I think of when I look at the moon, wishing that I could watch it with you one day, while sitting on our car.

It's you...
It's still you.
I remember kindness.  
I remember love.  
I remember grace so pure that it blinded me like the sun.  
I will carry that with me always.  
I will shield it like the light within me, a light that grows each time I rise above the ugliness I have known.  
Every time I choose life, I remember you.  
Every time I choose to care for myself instead of letting this world make me feel unworthy of love, I remember.  
Thank you for all the love you poured into me and for being a light during my storms.  
I remember…

-Rhia Clay
You know, Shri... Just a moment ago,
I was waiting for your message—
and then came this keen desire-
to hear the sound of your voice.

Meanwhile, it was drizzling outside.
I was overwhelmed by your thoughts...

So, I stepped out for a while.

The weather was pretty—cold and quiet.
I felt the rain fall over me, soft and cool,
tiny drops dancing across my skin.

Then, my eyes fell on a small pit,
filled with tiny droplets—
I dipped my foot into it,
and the sensation-
a language my skin couldn't translate.


It felt so nice—
those tiny drops over me...
They reminded me of you
Sometimes, the weather carries your presence in its arms. This was one of those moments—when a drizzle wasn’t just rain, but a reminder of someone special.
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