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#requited
poems made- from shifting sands romance in the desert heated days freezing nights a prayer for a blanket love for warmth at the oasis thirst quenched.
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Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 8:03 AM UTC
travelling alone
Love given, but not taken, is not love un-received; You have love to give, That is something. Whether their heart is open To the souls' hymns Your words sing, The song is never wasted- But goes through changes, As the renewal of spring.
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Nov 7, 2023
Nov 7, 2023 at 1:41 PM UTC
Anteros
Whoever told you that requited love doesn't hurt was wrong If more it kills every living cell inside your body It tears away your heart living your chest solo It racks your brain making it a jumbled mess It weakens your spirit by deeming it Whoever told you requited love is a walk in the beautiful blue sea was right Yet they never warned you about the dark storms that shake your existence Yet nobody mentioned the jaws of hungry sharks awaiting to devour you Yet no one said that at times you would drown so deep only having yourself to rescue you Yet what they saw was the beautiful aqua blue but no one saw the ugly black of the Bermuda love triangle Whoever told you that requited love was a walk in the park was somewhat not mistaken I wonder if they told you , you'd step in dog **** in the park and in love you may stumble upon disturbing facts I wonder if they told the park might have laughter but some go there because they need a break from unruly passions I wonder if they told you that people get kidnapped in a park and so does love cage the heart I wonder if they knew walking in the park on a rainy day can cause a cold because in love,love sickness is a disease that can very well **** you Whoever told you requited love was the icing on top of the cake probably had a sweet tooth Here I am confirming you may never get to finish the whole cake to taste the icing Here I am addicted to the sweet savory taste of love that now I feel nauseous Here I am having toothaches after a terrible fall Here I am believe that if requited love is the icing at least unrequited love won't give you any tonsils since the icing and the cake will never be yours.
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Jun 2, 2023
Jun 2, 2023 at 5:34 AM UTC
REQUITED LOVE
Whoever told you that requited love doesn't hurt was wrong If more it kills every living cell inside your body It tears away your heart living your chest solo It racks your brain making it a jumbled mess It weakens your spirit by deeming it Whoever told you requited love is a walk in the beautiful blue sea was right Yet they never warned you about the dark storms that shake your existence Yet nobody mentioned the jaws of hungry sharks awaiting to devour you Yet no one said that at times you would drown so deep only having yourself to rescue you Yet what they saw was the beautiful aqua blue but no one saw the ugly black of the Bermuda love triangle Whoever told you that requited love was a walk in the park was somewhat not mistaken I wonder if they told you , you'd step in dog **** in the park and in love you may stumble upon disturbing facts I wonder if they told the park might have laughter but some go there because they need a break from unruly passions I wonder if they told you that people get kidnapped in a park and so does love cage the heart I wonder if they knew walking in the park on a rainy day can cause a cold because in love,love sickness is a disease that can very well **** you Whoever told you requited love was the icing on top of the cake probably had a sweet tooth Here I am confirming you may never get to finish the whole cake to taste the icing Here I am addicted to the sweet savory taste of love that now I feel nauseous Here I am having toothaches after a terrible fall Here I am believe that if requited love is the icing at least unrequited love won't give you any tonsils since the icing and the cake will never be yours.
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You may think that I’m going to be talking about the word and feeling “love”. I may or may not be. It really depends on you, the reader, to determine what this “love” is. Love ******* hurts. Love is time consuming. Love is demanding. Love will require you to swim the depths of the ocean and cross the largest of deserts. Love will not make it easy. Love is the thing you fear the most. Be it the monster under your bed with the red beady eyes and the horribly yellow teeth, or the 1,000 foot drop from the sky, plummeting downwards as you feel your stomach drop. Love will leave you bleeding dry from the things you do just for love. Love will not even realize that you are doing those things for love. But love will repay you. In ways you won’t understand. Love will be for you during the worst times. Love will listen to you and encourage you to be your best self. Love does not even realize that love is doing these things for you, love is just doing them. Love will not realize the effect on you. For me, it has always been me crossing the deserts, swimming the oceans, bleeding dry just to please love. When will it be love’s turn? Maybe today, tomorrow, or a time that I’m no longer here. I think love has been repaying me every since I started loving love. Maybe love has a different way of expressing love. Maybe the love that love gives is sweet, pure, and just. Maybe I just need to open my eyes to see that love will not cross a desert for me because love is standing right there beside me. Love will not bleed me dry, for love is the one rushing though my veins. Love is not the monster, love is the light. Love is not the fear of the fall, love is the trust fall, knowing you’ll fall right back into love. Love does not realize what I do for love because love is too busy loving me. And now, I am grateful enough to see it.
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Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 2:24 PM UTC
MY THOUGHTS ABOUT LOVE
You may think that I’m going to be talking about the word and feeling “love”. I may or may not be. It really depends on you, the reader, to determine what this “love” is. Love ******* hurts. Love is time consuming. Love is demanding. Love will require you to swim the depths of the ocean and cross the largest of deserts. Love will not make it easy. Love is the thing you fear the most. Be it the monster under your bed with the red beady eyes and the horribly yellow teeth, or the 1,000 foot drop from the sky, plummeting downwards as you feel your stomach drop. Love will leave you bleeding dry from the things you do just for love. Love will not even realize that you are doing those things for love. But love will repay you. In ways you won’t understand. Love will be for you during the worst times. Love will listen to you and encourage you to be your best self. Love does not even realize that love is doing these things for you, love is just doing them. Love will not realize the effect on you. For me, it has always been me crossing the deserts, swimming the oceans, bleeding dry just to please love. When will it be love’s turn? Maybe today, tomorrow, or a time that I’m no longer here. I think love has been repaying me every since I started loving love. Maybe love has a different way of expressing love. Maybe the love that love gives is sweet, pure, and just. Maybe I just need to open my eyes to see that love will not cross a desert for me because love is standing right there beside me. Love will not bleed me dry, for love is the one rushing though my veins. Love is not the monster, love is the light. Love is not the fear of the fall, love is the trust fall, knowing you’ll fall right back into love. Love does not realize what I do for love because love is too busy loving me. And now, I am grateful enough to see it.
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Oh, sweetheart. You're every star in the sky. You remind me of a snowdrop encased in dark, cracked resin. Maybe frozen into the ice, then, deep beneath where the sun ever reached. The pride of the leviathan of the deep. God, you're breathtaking. Your eyes convey a thousand wishes, hope still glinting deep in there. You cultivate it like a small ember, a glowing shard of coal in the rain. It never goes out, not all the way. You can always blow it back to life. You absolutely astound me. Your bravery, your courage, your presence, it envelops me like the rumble of a thunderstorm deep within my chest. Your existence shines so bright it could light a path through Victorian London smog, your machinations a delightful enigma. I cannot imagine not knowing you now. Alabaster and deep azure, soot and iridescent verdant. I could get lost in your soul. Gazing into your mind feels like ****** of a secret, absolute ****** You make my blood boil. My veins are blue, bluest blue, thinking about you. You're every book on the shelf. You're every smile from a stranger. You're every star in the sky. Oh, sweetheart.
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May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 4:52 PM UTC
Sweetheart
carefully reaching for your hand it's the first day I've seen you in person. I've known you for long enough that I'm surprised when you grab my hand back. when I look into your eyes, I see fear, and trepidation, and sadness, but also hope and happiness and love. I will do everything I can to keep holding your hand. you hold mine so gently so carefully. so kindly.
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May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 9:00 PM UTC
Kindly
You're scared. Something about me arouses the forgotten ashes. The ones that have been spread far and wide in the back of your mind. I can tell that your involvement with me lights up parts of your brain that sends an SOS signal to your entire core. There's something within me that doesn't allow you to function how you'd like too. I'm skipping turnstiles and playing musical chairs in your brain, lighting up familiar triggers you can't quite figure. That's why you act like a relucilant adolescent, who only knows complications. You're not really complicated, you're stubborn. That's why your kisses are limited. Your touch is always as distant as possible. Reluctant at times. There's parts of me you're too afraid to touch, to maraud. Your lack of receptiveness completely turns me off. Makes me want to runaway without a say. Yet I know it'd be far more better if I played with fire and ignited a fire from your cupid's bow to your toes. Cease a fire across your body that you cannot calm. A fire that would consume your entirety. Devour your being. One that sparks your soul. & with my bare hands seed a soil that's been in need of loving. I have a fire match ready for you, hand delivered by a cherub. Let us consumate a taboo, you say when. Quickly I'll slide my thumb down the side of your lip, with my index finger adjacent to your top lip, cupping my fingers in, I'll pour in you the sweetest gasoline. Within you I'll ignite the parts you've neglected so much. Within you, they'll be a big bang, it'll be where our new love began.
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Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 12:25 AM UTC
A train
You're scared. Something about me arouses the forgotten ashes. The ones that have been spread far and wide in the back of your mind. I can tell that your involvement with me lights up parts of your brain that sends an SOS signal to your entire core. There's something within me that doesn't allow you to function how you'd like too. I'm skipping turnstiles and playing musical chairs in your brain, lighting up familiar triggers you can't quite figure. That's why you act like a relucilant adolescent, who only knows complications. You're not really complicated, you're stubborn. That's why your kisses are limited. Your touch is always as distant as possible. Reluctant at times. There's parts of me you're too afraid to touch, to maraud. Your lack of receptiveness completely turns me off. Makes me want to runaway without a say. Yet I know it'd be far more better if I played with fire and ignited a fire from your cupid's bow to your toes. Cease a fire across your body that you cannot calm. A fire that would consume your entirety. Devour your being. One that sparks your soul. & with my bare hands seed a soil that's been in need of loving. I have a fire match ready for you, hand delivered by a cherub. Let us consumate a taboo, you say when. Quickly I'll slide my thumb down the side of your lip, with my index finger adjacent to your top lip, cupping my fingers in, I'll pour in you the sweetest gasoline. Within you I'll ignite the parts you've neglected so much. Within you, they'll be a big bang, it'll be where our new love began.
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Your eyes, golden brown Soft, delicate fingers brushing a single curl Against my cold face "body heat helps frostbite," You tell me And you lick your lips knowing I am unconditionally doomed In our paracosm you would be my wife Bound by our losses and found by each other In the unlit room, you're mine for just the hour And maybe that's enough.
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May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 4:31 PM UTC
Vespertine
I'm chasing my dream You're chasing yours So why do we fall through this damaged door? You sing songs about broken glass You're still bitter but my thirst never ends You still drape yourself like you never left
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Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 1:59 AM UTC
glasses off
********** slowly Time close to me, hanging on my side, the side I kept my tattoo. Buttoning quickly Tying my shoes, laced in fear &uncertainty. A few hours away from thinking about who I love (My own personal bomb), ...thinking of you.
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Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 4:23 PM UTC
The Subtle Difference Between Heaven & Hell
the world around me spins, it's always so blurry; but you, you're always crystal clear
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Feb 11, 2017
Feb 11, 2017 at 11:43 PM UTC
him
There is no savior for all; there's even no individual salvation You know the cost of a call, but that of conversation? You can hear, that I know, but can you listen? And when you talk is it the things you say or is it in the way... What is absent, is it missing?
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Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 6:20 AM UTC
Face Value
a lot of folks are torn if they should cross oceans for poeple who wouldn't even cross puddles for them. while a whole other lot wonders if they should even cross puddles for people who would -without any doubts- cross oceans for them. what a desolate lot people are. thinking that love was a debate between the idea of crossing oceans and of crossing puddles despite it being a simple question of who you should cross oceans for.
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Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 4:43 AM UTC
puddles and oceans
I want to write you a poem That heals up your scars. I want to send your hopes Soaring up to the stars. I want to clear away stones From the path you take. I want to be sure you never Feel your heart ache or break. I want to put that feeling That you give me into a jar So, I can feel it always If you should travel very far. I want to write a symphony Of the music in your voice. This is not loyalty or kindness. I simply do not have a choice. For you are what I prayed for Before I ever knew you existed. You are that magnetism That I never once resisted. You have always fit me Like a split friendship locket. There never was a moment You didn’t have me in your pocket. So, I want to do for you What you have done for me. I want to put a trillion stars In your nighttime reality. I want to let you know for sure All that you have meant to me. I want to share with you Your gift of love and serenity.
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May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 6:47 AM UTC
RECIPROCITY
It took me 10 years to let you in. 10 years to allow you to look at me and truly see me. 10 years for me to let you look at the piece of me I've never gotten back. That piece is yours. Hell, all of me is yours if you want it. I don't know if I can bear to be anyone else's now, knowing what I know; how things could be. And this is why it took 10 years. I've always been afraid that once I tried you I wouldn't have a taste for anything else. I let you in completely. No walls. No pretenses. No pretending I didn't. Now what?
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Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 3:00 AM UTC
Vulnerable
Tell me you love me, As you gaze into my eyes, Leaving kisses for all to see, In violet, yellow and cerise. Show me your fiery passion, As you scream out my name, Expletives a mere expression, Of feelings that drive you insane. Make me feel your adoration, With your bruising touch, With the heart of a nation, To make me love you as such.
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Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 8:42 PM UTC
Unrequited
Love like a child Love like an innocent flower With my simple words Will you listen? Cliche compliments that I want to say but I won't because you won't believe me Why should I waste my breath? Like an old friend I won't betray you so easily I can't promise forever So, I'll promise you today I'll love you more than yesterday
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Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 6:19 AM UTC
Today
What if I do love you? And it's not just 'love'. But uttering the words is impossible Because letting you into my heart is Terrifying. I have put the barrier up, The barrier that only allows 'love' not love. It twists my emotion into a word I do not wish to say, The same word but a different meaning. You say I love you And I reply with 'I love you too'. I want to mean more but The fear stops me- It manipulates Everything I stand for. 'I love you' hurts you but I love you hurts me. Teach me how to say it, Tell me to be brave.
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May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 8:28 AM UTC
What If I Do Love You?
Trying to describe what happened to us is like fumbling to forge stars from the evanescent remains ever fluent in our veins of astral bodies drifting further away. Translunar thoughts extort my orbit around you regardless of your eyes, their contained gravity despite your lucid voice and it's fervid pull, how they all hold me in place. You are your own universe and I am lost in your space. Asteroids of presentimental wounds cratered my trust you eclipsed unhindered through my life and flared into hers; our syzygy was over but I never noticed our declination occur, with your ephemeral attention and I, rapt in limerence, stayed a sidereal fragment to your sky. I never did and still don't mind...
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Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 5:31 PM UTC
Astral Bodies
Like the city there's always the constant buzz of your existence in the background reminding me you're still here polluting my thoughts Your lights are too brilliant to disentangle from my mind burning bright like neon signs in your eyes prompting me towards you and your vacant streets Empty words hang on brick crumbling graffiti of the walls we used to call shelter; we built houses on comfort but always needed something better When I left, you phoned I told you I had found home though I wanted to hear the lonely in your voice match the lonely I still know
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Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 4:03 PM UTC
Away from the City
we like to kid about ruining each other: because we know the potential is there. i am not ready for you to wreck me: but the potential is there.
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Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 5:22 PM UTC
shipwreck potential
I'm translated in your arms I'm sufficient in your bed So much to see in your eyes Our ennui doesn't gather dust I love you or I hate you The end it's just you and me Despise me or berate you I know It's always you and me You are my lust You are my lust You are my lust You are my lust Translated into love Let me in your arms To Stay I love you or I hate you The end it's just you and me
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Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 2:47 AM UTC
Translated
let them admire the clouds that form shapes above us, acknowledge the stars that shine reasons why you and I belong together. let them welcome the sun's warm approval of us. they must cherish our moon and respect our sky. tell them when miles separate us, our home becomes that sky and we are connected by the moon, the sun, clouds and stars. darling, look out your window you'll find portraits of my face sketched within those clouds you'll find our love prints on that moon, find our chemistry burning the sun. Baby. so long as the sky is in existence, know that you will never be without me.
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Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 2:57 PM UTC
our sky
I asked him if we were okay And, “Jesus Chirst. What are you so Scared of?” And he rubbed his face. “Loving me? or the fact that I love you back?” I look down and, “I swear to God, it's like you think no one should ever love you back.”
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Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 3:16 AM UTC
Every Relationship I've Ever Been In