#rekindling - Hello Poetry

I once wasn't scared Hoping love was for me No longer Maybe enclose your shame lust isn't all fun and games both sides loose fun in the rain after perception of a actual connection we would flee in opposite directions It was taken a toll leaving us old and dull

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May 31, 2025

May 31, 2025 at 2:31 AM UTC

Lp_1993

Mistaken

I once wasn't scared Hoping love was for me No longer Maybe enclose your shame lust isn't all fun and games both sides loose fun in the rain after perception of a actual connection we would flee in opposite directions It was taken a toll leaving us old and dull

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The Sky Was Turning Blue by Michael R. Burch Yesterday I saw you as the snow flurries died, spent winds becalmed. When I saw your solemn face alone in the crowd, I felt my heart, so long embalmed, begin to beat aloud. Was it another winter, another day like this? Was it so long ago? Where you the rose-cheeked girl who slapped my face, then stole a kiss? Was the sky this gray with snow, my heart so all a-whirl? How is it in one moment it was twenty years ago, lost worlds remade anew? When your eyes met mine, I knew you felt it too, as though we heard the robin's song and the sky was turning blue. Keywords/Tags: love, reunion, reconnecting, rekindling, desire, renewal, attraction, kiss, winter, embalmed, spring, hope, resurrection, happiness, joy

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May 17, 2020

May 17, 2020 at 2:57 AM UTC

michael-r-burch

The Sky Was Turning Blue

The Sky Was Turning Blue by Michael R. Burch Yesterday I saw you as the snow flurries died, spent winds becalmed. When I saw your solemn face alone in the crowd, I felt my heart, so long embalmed, begin to beat aloud. Was it another winter, another day like this? Was it so long ago? Where you the rose-cheeked girl who slapped my face, then stole a kiss? Was the sky this gray with snow, my heart so all a-whirl? How is it in one moment it was twenty years ago, lost worlds remade anew? When your eyes met mine, I knew you felt it too, as though we heard the robin's song and the sky was turning blue. Keywords/Tags: love, reunion, reconnecting, rekindling, desire, renewal, attraction, kiss, winter, embalmed, spring, hope, resurrection, happiness, joy

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If the food of love be poetry or not, I only judge half our love Yet, lest the happiness be forgot. For every time you made me cry, It was cancelled out by joy. And after all, love continues to try. To resurrect what we had before, In a gilded autumn ignored; seeming lost Yet love keeps tapping at the door. If we could have one glimpse of the past, Or wander in that magic wood again, Would the memories let us pass Into a locked garden and through the door To open a trunk filled with gold, And fill our hearts once more? December 4, 2018

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Dec 4, 2018

Dec 4, 2018 at 9:12 AM UTC

sharon-talbot

A Fine, Stout Love

If the food of love be poetry or not, I only judge half our love Yet, lest the happiness be forgot. For every time you made me cry, It was cancelled out by joy. And after all, love continues to try. To resurrect what we had before, In a gilded autumn ignored; seeming lost Yet love keeps tapping at the door. If we could have one glimpse of the past, Or wander in that magic wood again, Would the memories let us pass Into a locked garden and through the door To open a trunk filled with gold, And fill our hearts once more? December 4, 2018

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Won't you wander to unknowns where places don't appear? Won't you rekindle our extremes? Won't you rub on splinters the buloke smooths out? Won't you change thoughts that reappear? Won't you wander to unknowns where places don't appear? Won't you hear the voice you sought true? Won't you fly back down in silence? Won't you climb the light that creeps through? Won't you wander to unknowns where places don't appear? Won't you blow out the candle before wax melts? Won't you feel chills when our skin lays bare? Won't you hold on to my bones that lay still? Won't I wander to unknowns where places don't appear? Won't I feel anything before roads become clear? Won't I end from bloom fields? Won't I hold this candle while my skin heals?

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Sep 11, 2017

Sep 11, 2017 at 2:23 PM UTC

TundeL

Before You Go

Won't you wander to unknowns where places don't appear? Won't you rekindle our extremes? Won't you rub on splinters the buloke smooths out? Won't you change thoughts that reappear? Won't you wander to unknowns where places don't appear? Won't you hear the voice you sought true? Won't you fly back down in silence? Won't you climb the light that creeps through? Won't you wander to unknowns where places don't appear? Won't you blow out the candle before wax melts? Won't you feel chills when our skin lays bare? Won't you hold on to my bones that lay still? Won't I wander to unknowns where places don't appear? Won't I feel anything before roads become clear? Won't I end from bloom fields? Won't I hold this candle while my skin heals?

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a relit cigarette never taste the same and that's all I'll preach on rekindling old flames.

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Jun 4, 2015

Jun 4, 2015 at 4:52 AM UTC

kaylene-nel

1:6

a relit cigarette never taste the same and that's all I'll preach on rekindling old flames.

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Silken square fills with air, So warm, so very warm... Hotter, higher... Pumping in, and in, In... more air, please, more... Falling…, falling... **** Really falling!! Strong arms drag me to center. Hotter, higher, further and farther, and Oh! Oh!! Tighter and higher than it can go... and Implode! Explode!!...2...3... As the colored patches swirl around me, strong arms Pull me up and over (breathing and uh...wheezing!) Landing sideways, mixed together, to sleep. Huddle of humans, one or two? Arms are somewhere, leg over leg, You hold me, I pass out. Best is ... Opening eyes, Nose smashed in stubbled cheek, Seeing my son's chin. Thank You for Now, Thank God forEver.

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Jun 11, 2014

Jun 11, 2014 at 7:57 PM UTC

janet-brown

Parachute

Silken square fills with air, So warm, so very warm... Hotter, higher... Pumping in, and in, In... more air, please, more... Falling…, falling... **** Really falling!! Strong arms drag me to center. Hotter, higher, further and farther, and Oh! Oh!! Tighter and higher than it can go... and Implode! Explode!!...2...3... As the colored patches swirl around me, strong arms Pull me up and over (breathing and uh...wheezing!) Landing sideways, mixed together, to sleep. Huddle of humans, one or two? Arms are somewhere, leg over leg, You hold me, I pass out. Best is ... Opening eyes, Nose smashed in stubbled cheek, Seeing my son's chin. Thank You for Now, Thank God forEver.

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