#anam - Hello Poetry

In Dublin's mist-kissed streets, we wander, Two souls entwined, hearts aflame, Anam cara, whispered by ancient stones, A love deeper than the Liffey's flow. I. Dawn's Embrace At sunrise, we meet by Ha'penny Bridge, Where copper pennies shimmer on water, Your eyes, twin pools of mossy green, Hold secrets only Dublin's cobbles know. II. Whispers in Temple Bar In Temple Bar's lively hum, we dance, Fiddles and laughter weave our tale, Your laughter, a melody of joy, Echoes through centuries of poets' dreams. III. Trinity's Library of Love Beneath Trinity's ancient arches, We read love letters etched in oak, Your touch, a parchment of longing, Pages turned by winds from distant shores. IV. Stolen Kisses on Grafton Street Grafton Street, where buskers serenade, Our stolen kisses taste of rain and tea, Your lips, like Dublin's cobblestone alleys, Hold the promise of forevermore. V. Cliffs of Howth, Our Sacred Cliff On Howth's cliffs, we stand as one, Wind-whipped and salt-kissed, Your heartbeat, a rhythm of tides, Pulls me closer to the edge of eternity. VI. Guinness Pints and Shared Dreams In snug pubs, we raise our Guinness pints, To love, to laughter, to Dublin's magic, Your whispers, like foam on stout, Intoxicate my senses, leave me spellbound.

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Feb 17, 2024

Feb 17, 2024 at 10:47 AM UTC

goddess-of-usr

Anam Cara in Dublin

In Dublin's mist-kissed streets, we wander, Two souls entwined, hearts aflame, Anam cara, whispered by ancient stones, A love deeper than the Liffey's flow. I. Dawn's Embrace At sunrise, we meet by Ha'penny Bridge, Where copper pennies shimmer on water, Your eyes, twin pools of mossy green, Hold secrets only Dublin's cobbles know. II. Whispers in Temple Bar In Temple Bar's lively hum, we dance, Fiddles and laughter weave our tale, Your laughter, a melody of joy, Echoes through centuries of poets' dreams. III. Trinity's Library of Love Beneath Trinity's ancient arches, We read love letters etched in oak, Your touch, a parchment of longing, Pages turned by winds from distant shores. IV. Stolen Kisses on Grafton Street Grafton Street, where buskers serenade, Our stolen kisses taste of rain and tea, Your lips, like Dublin's cobblestone alleys, Hold the promise of forevermore. V. Cliffs of Howth, Our Sacred Cliff On Howth's cliffs, we stand as one, Wind-whipped and salt-kissed, Your heartbeat, a rhythm of tides, Pulls me closer to the edge of eternity. VI. Guinness Pints and Shared Dreams In snug pubs, we raise our Guinness pints, To love, to laughter, to Dublin's magic, Your whispers, like foam on stout, Intoxicate my senses, leave me spellbound.

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I could pretend to speak French Sitting on a park bench Whilst you lie on a cloud In the middle of a crowd Let's sing like two nerdy girls Songs about riches and pearls Let's make up words Like two chatty birds We dance like everyone's watching!

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Sep 11, 2018

Sep 11, 2018 at 1:43 AM UTC

dapunnisher

She's my funny honey

I could pretend to speak French Sitting on a park bench Whilst you lie on a cloud In the middle of a crowd Let's sing like two nerdy girls Songs about riches and pearls Let's make up words Like two chatty birds We dance like everyone's watching!

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To My Anam Cara: I’ve walked the greens this morning, butterflies whipping through the air, a slight breeze gently kissing my hair. Thanking the tree, hoping you’d see what I see— sensing, feeding love, fleeting yet amplified across space and time. Tree-lined garden view through the picture window, golden retriever at my side, Bach’s Brandenburg Concertos encouraging the plants to prosper. Holding you sacred in the siempre and the now, sending notes of love and longing— may they catch your ear, touch your heart, and confirm that I am here, there, and everywhere with you.

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Jul 7, 2025

Jul 7, 2025 at 1:21 PM UTC

goddess-of-usr

Always, Everywhere

To My Anam Cara: I’ve walked the greens this morning, butterflies whipping through the air, a slight breeze gently kissing my hair. Thanking the tree, hoping you’d see what I see— sensing, feeding love, fleeting yet amplified across space and time. Tree-lined garden view through the picture window, golden retriever at my side, Bach’s Brandenburg Concertos encouraging the plants to prosper. Holding you sacred in the siempre and the now, sending notes of love and longing— may they catch your ear, touch your heart, and confirm that I am here, there, and everywhere with you.

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