#per
Other words for a sunset or evening piece
how we enwrap-per,
code our prayers,
write our music,
for the moments every eye
shares,
when sunset bids us bye
in a Glorioso
romantic contemplation
when auteurs and nature
bid us a colored scope for viewing
thru which we may see our
sweet dreams come from
within the heavens,
in one single
language
and weep with pleasure at this
blessed unification
~~~~~
While "serenade" is the direct counterpart, other terms and literary forms evoke the sunset and evening, including:
Nocturne: A musical piece inspired by the night, often romantic and contemplative.
Vesper: A term for evening prayers or a song sung in the evening.
Evening song: A general term for a song or poem composed for the evening.
Oct 19, 2025
Oct 19, 2025 at 10:03 AM UTC
but the idea of you
was a parfume pervasion,
a totality of reawakening
your words intrigued,
your expertise
in the matters of the heartfelt,
tingled my senses subtly
*the aroma of your words,
the visionary way you make the
words dance in my eyes, in different ways,
makes the hear of the music of you
the lies within,
inserting, touching me inside,
where fingers cannot go,
but when I saw you:
*my eyes tasted you
in all your magnificent eloquence,
intrigue became desire,
heat, licking flames of desire,
and I was bitten~smitten,
weakened by by blood rushing headlong*,
and
*per~you
it was not
optional
olp
Oct 15, 2025
Oct 15, 2025 at 7:19 PM UTC
an average human creature should such a mythical exist
in a lifetime will celebrate about 2,200,000,000 heartbeats,
billions of heartbeats per minute (I prefer moment)
but like everything so essence human there are
those very few heartbeat moments,
the ten or twenty maybe forty total in a lifetime
that you total truly remember,
recalling the cream and sauce,
swell and the hell,
of the pounding so slow so hard,
each one a volcano of
a moment until that day
you don't remember-anything
when she said yes and you're shaking and beating in a
honky-tonk rhythm cause you were heart undressed unsure
and truly afraid of a rejection that makes a heart stoppage
disallowing visions, to be exponentially happy future imagined
you're feeling your heartbeat
in your knees going weak,
when the doctor says:
congratulations healthy swell
and/or
some years later,
I'm so so truly sorry, hell
when they hand you a long handle shovel no instructions needed and that scoop of earth weighs two tons and the sound of slow reverb in your head hurts like hell and you lack the strength to move and they move you aside quiet gentle like
but inside the temple of the two headed hydra-heart,
it's the rock and roll of slo mo, the violin crying, the drumming of
heavy metal chords plucked so slowly, it's you froze screaming
a billionaire of heartbeats you are,
but only ten or twenty maybe forty total in a lifetime
you total truly remember with the perfect clarity and
forever renders into your own unique orchestral symphony,
your true net worth, the stripes you wear
upon your shoulders skin,
the tune when you hear it and melts you into rigidity
you fall to your knees wherever you are,
that is where you will find me,
just listen for the cars horns blaring
cursing the man lying in the street, re-listening to
ten or twenty maybe forty heartbeats total in a lifetime
you alone total truly that concert set recall and
the win-loss record inherent, inhiment,
in both of them, tears and the rents, all there in the tunes,
of forty beatings you took,
somehow it feels like here is, there was,
the answers to
where is shelter for the heart,
the answers that have gone and come and gone and someone says,
I don't feel a pulse
Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 2:55 PM UTC
I love you and I will die in your love
This is what I have chosen but for me
How can I ****** away the hand glove
Which is fully stained of blood to see
Blood is thicker than water they say
So my blood will become like a clot
I am aware that I am precious as ray
Take me and save me in ***** knot
Cut me in to pieces **** me and burn
I am your lover, who burns like fire
You may take a different path to turn
But I am ready to aspire as per desire
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 2:15 PM UTC
time with him went by
5 centimeters per second:
from the games that kids play,
to the words that adults say,
from the cherry blossoms falling from the tree,
to the rain agonizingly dripping on me,
from the way our feet danced without a care,
to the way our hands are grasped pairs,
from the way i fell in love with you.
and to the way we parted
when we didn't want to.
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 11:23 AM UTC