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"entertwined" poems
We do not stick together. Two pieces of a puzzle and I am the missing piece. But you are already entertwined, you do not realize I am the Missing Piece.
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Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 5:44 PM UTC
Puzzle pieces
I don't know how I could tell you I love you, because everything -- every word, every phrase, will never be quite enough. Even the words themselves -- I love you -- seem small, despite how much emotion they may carry. I suppose I'll try my best to tell you, with the littlest words, the littlest phrases, all blended into one, just like a painting on a canvas. My love for you burns with the intensity of a thousand suns. This phrase in particular is about as close as it will get. Except... even this, with it's beautiful words and deep meaning, isn't enough. My love for you burns with the intensity of a billion suns, stars, lights, planets; shines brigher than all the electricity, all the light that is ever produced. I love you more than all the flowers in May; roses, sunflowers, dasies, tulips, and how they seem to be greeted by the sun and corrupt from underneath the moist, earthly soil. I love you more than the color of the sunset; blended shades of ravishing reds, outstanding oranges, and bright yellows, even some pinks and purples that appear as twilight comes near. I love you more than all the words in the whole world combined into one, huge mass of crumpled paper, dented words, and broken dreams. I love you more than the feel of the beach; of the miles and miles of ocean and moist sand; more than the foam that grips my toes or the cool feel of the water on my body; more than the sun as it smiles down upon my skin, and the way it makes me glow. When I tell you I love you, I do not lie, although it is still a complete understatement of what I truly feel inside. This feeling -- this burning desire to always be around you, for your hand to be entertwined with mine, for your arms to embrace me tightly; this feeling of being *high off of love* -- is a feeling that cannot possibly be described; no matter how hard one may try. What they say about love is true -- it can make you do crazy things. But no situation will ever seem crazy, because I have a valid reason: You. a.m.
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Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 12:26 PM UTC
Our Love
I don't know how I could tell you I love you, because everything -- every word, every phrase, will never be quite enough. Even the words themselves -- I love you -- seem small, despite how much emotion they may carry. I suppose I'll try my best to tell you, with the littlest words, the littlest phrases, all blended into one, just like a painting on a canvas. My love for you burns with the intensity of a thousand suns. This phrase in particular is about as close as it will get. Except... even this, with it's beautiful words and deep meaning, isn't enough. My love for you burns with the intensity of a billion suns, stars, lights, planets; shines brigher than all the electricity, all the light that is ever produced. I love you more than all the flowers in May; roses, sunflowers, dasies, tulips, and how they seem to be greeted by the sun and corrupt from underneath the moist, earthly soil. I love you more than the color of the sunset; blended shades of ravishing reds, outstanding oranges, and bright yellows, even some pinks and purples that appear as twilight comes near. I love you more than all the words in the whole world combined into one, huge mass of crumpled paper, dented words, and broken dreams. I love you more than the feel of the beach; of the miles and miles of ocean and moist sand; more than the foam that grips my toes or the cool feel of the water on my body; more than the sun as it smiles down upon my skin, and the way it makes me glow. When I tell you I love you, I do not lie, although it is still a complete understatement of what I truly feel inside. This feeling -- this burning desire to always be around you, for your hand to be entertwined with mine, for your arms to embrace me tightly; this feeling of being *high off of love* -- is a feeling that cannot possibly be described; no matter how hard one may try. What they say about love is true -- it can make you do crazy things. But no situation will ever seem crazy, because I have a valid reason: You. a.m.
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My Darling The rose they say is the flower of love, but the love that i bear for you within my heart, there are not enough roses on this grean earth that would even begin to express the love that i feel within my heart mind body and soul.. When I first awaken every morning you are the first thought on my mind and the very last when i close my eyes to sleep at night, Your Face, your kiss and your carress are ever present in my dreams My heart beats ever faster when you are near, and my soul yearns for you when you are not. Flowers like love are forever fragile and can easily wilt and die But fear not my beloved the love that i carry for you within my heart is forever protected from the passage of time and continues to grow each and every day forever more and will do so untill the end of time. It was fate that entertwined our destiny together for not even death itself can extinguish my love for you for it lies locked deep within my heart For it is you and only you my one true love that holds the key to my heart and that key was yours the first moment i saw you and will always be yours until the end of time. This is the solem vow that i make to you with all my heart mind body and soul with the very essence of my existance and this vow like my love forever more.                             Eternally yours
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Jan 4, 2010
Jan 4, 2010 at 6:47 AM UTC
Eternal Love
Starting honey sweet, light as a feather the first spring breeze thats breaking the brittle cold of past weathers. Longing after what seems but a distant memory, my heart is tethered. I cannot stress enough, express such need to feel warm earth against my bare feet; dewy breeze down my exposed spine all the mental sighs of summertime. Laying hands and lips against sun-kissed skin feeling relief from the heat ridden beach, as we suspend in the calm, endless ocean To be out until pink, and lavander bursts of fragmented light graze the sky and watch the dozing sun set in his espresso eyes We'll lay upon the soft emerald grass watching all the stars and satellites hands naturally entertwined on our beautiful August night.
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Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 11:22 PM UTC
Satellites
The rich grass of Scotland is where I start my tale, Upon a chance encounter of unforseeable importance. It began as an offhand remark, Of the two girls it was the boldness of one extremely shy, 'This sounds interesting' mumbled the mysterious stranger, 'Tis, fair maiden. And what be your name?' was the confident reply. Delicate as a passing breeze she uttered, Tess, A name beffitting such a gentle lass, So fortuitous a meeting! I exclaimed to my friends, For a chance like this I could not allow to pass. The morning's sun steadily beamed down, Whilst jet black hair flashed in the light. Rays honoured to touch so pure a soul, To kiss her lips my only goal. As the enchantress weaved her spell, Time languidly ticked by yet possessed a terrible swiftness. The mornings bright illumination turned to mid-day haze, The threads of past memories interlaced, And with freckled face and a gaze that could sear, Her form bestowed with elegant grace, Such breathtaking beauty I had never glanced upon before. Images of entertwined hands and passionate embraces, whirled gayely in my thoughts. With perception attuned to the highest degree, All masks strewn asunder upon such potent a force. Truth dripped from unguarded lips, And an eerie, unfathomable ease crept over, Past and present merging under sturdy oak. Speed, precision and slight of hand, A heart forever touched. As pulses raced and breathe quickened, I Stammered; thinking quickly before I lose my nerve! Whispering 'may I kiss you?', Agonisingly slowly, a smile danced along her speckled cheeks, And without a word her eyes replied, a simple yes. Transfixed they paused; nose to nose, heart to heart, Hanging the unspoken words of romance and lust, A mirror of compassion, understanding and trust, And so it was, right from the start.
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Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 8:57 PM UTC
Heartsong
The rich grass of Scotland is where I start my tale, Upon a chance encounter of unforseeable importance. It began as an offhand remark, Of the two girls it was the boldness of one extremely shy, 'This sounds interesting' mumbled the mysterious stranger, 'Tis, fair maiden. And what be your name?' was the confident reply. Delicate as a passing breeze she uttered, Tess, A name beffitting such a gentle lass, So fortuitous a meeting! I exclaimed to my friends, For a chance like this I could not allow to pass. The morning's sun steadily beamed down, Whilst jet black hair flashed in the light. Rays honoured to touch so pure a soul, To kiss her lips my only goal. As the enchantress weaved her spell, Time languidly ticked by yet possessed a terrible swiftness. The mornings bright illumination turned to mid-day haze, The threads of past memories interlaced, And with freckled face and a gaze that could sear, Her form bestowed with elegant grace, Such breathtaking beauty I had never glanced upon before. Images of entertwined hands and passionate embraces, whirled gayely in my thoughts. With perception attuned to the highest degree, All masks strewn asunder upon such potent a force. Truth dripped from unguarded lips, And an eerie, unfathomable ease crept over, Past and present merging under sturdy oak. Speed, precision and slight of hand, A heart forever touched. As pulses raced and breathe quickened, I Stammered; thinking quickly before I lose my nerve! Whispering 'may I kiss you?', Agonisingly slowly, a smile danced along her speckled cheeks, And without a word her eyes replied, a simple yes. Transfixed they paused; nose to nose, heart to heart, Hanging the unspoken words of romance and lust, A mirror of compassion, understanding and trust, And so it was, right from the start.
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***i've never been good with crushes never been good with not getting attached to those i like because when i fall for someone i leap into a bottomless pit of happiness and sadness entertwined and when those feelings aren't returned then where does this, this useless crush, leave me? nowhere. i am left with nothing to catch me as i free fall into pain a pain i hoped would never happen, but i knew what was coming when i lept i knew the risk i took but still, it just hurts so **** much because i've fallen for you and i don't know how to stop so i keep fallin' til i reach the end***
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Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 8:38 PM UTC
my unrequited crushes
I dream of London in the fall and I dream of you coffee breath kisses and gentle words entertwined in silk sheets and the sounds of the city open our tired eyes I tell you the way everyone else was just a comparison to you and you tell me my scars are your favorite and you trace every bruise on my body and I whisper that I'd face all of my pain over again if it led me to you falling for you is a work of art
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Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 9:13 AM UTC
coloring
I look over at you At your arms entertwined around mine As you lay your weary head on my shoulder I feel your proximity And I revel in it I crave the warmth Of my palm in yours It is now While I am waiting For you to mention something It's obvious There is a connection And it thrives between us Like an electric current, Beautiful and deadly It's when you place your hand On the small of my back And it comforts me I know you're there for me And I'm here for you We'll stand together And face the world Your dark brown eyes Are alight with humor And I find the humor with you You show me perspectives I could never have considered I can be myself around you And you will accept me I may not have mentioned But I love your silly, Cheesy nicknames for me I love how you tell me I'm beautiful Even when I won't believe it You keep me happy And teach me how to actually live I love that you're taller than me, That your hands engulf mine, That when we talk, Your eyes stay on me, fixed and focused I want to reach out And stroke your cheek And push away the hair That has fallen to your eyes Others say to stay away They say that you're no good But I disagree You're all that's good for me
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Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 11:02 PM UTC
All That's Good For Me
Run away with me Sometimes Late at night, When I lay alone Aching to feel the absolute electricity Of you pressed against me. I think about things that Aren't exactly pretty. Like how I forget how to feel sometimes. And how I might never be ok. And how hurt can completely consume me Whenever it choses too. But then I remember The way your eyes looked into mine And I felt ok again. How the light reflected off of them, And I felt like a piece of myself, One I thought was gone forever, Came back to me in that moment. Our souls entertwined so intricately That no one would ever Be able to disconnect them. And the darkness still consumes me at times And I still don't know if I'll ever be really ok, But I want to try to be, For you.
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Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 2:27 PM UTC
Remedy
Two lines entertwined Surely time should have been taken All that was divine has fallen To the light in your iris' A lie unspun
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Mar 30, 2013
Mar 30, 2013 at 9:37 PM UTC
Theory of Our Love
* with you light is a feeling laughter a colour a kiss both a question mark and an answer as you wrap around me our fingers entertwined bodies shackled in a tangle no fate can unwind the world is a bubble your scent my sight your eyes the stars that have never shone more bright your lips my elixir your cheeks my sprite with you nothing else can seem more right
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Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 11:35 AM UTC
with you
your skin is warm under my hands, goosebumps rising under my finger tips. we have made a castle out of our blankets, just for the two of us. our bodies entertwined, like vines grasping at the sun. our voices only a whisper, their words a secret only we know. I wish we could be this way Forever.
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Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 12:59 AM UTC
Thump Thump
singing is not a profession songs are not only beauty the two are entertwined like lovers under the bluest skies
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May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 8:02 AM UTC
bluest skies
I felt the weight of the world Then your visions came to me. I felt light as a feather... I felt my dark world brighten and become less blurred. I felt your soul yearning for mine. Visions of our sweet bodies fused and entertwined. I tasted your kisses. I felt your sweet touch... It was the remedy to life's problems that was what I need so much. I felt the passion and the dedication of my beating heart.... Singing out to you. I could hear your heart sing back.... My spirit felt less blue. I saw images of our bodies becoming fused together Passion burned us , sweetly, as we caught glimpses of our future. Forever. Young, though years apart. The right mixture of youth and wisdom Which shall honor family, making more of such, Feeding the need to find away to speak to you and gain your sweet attention. For, out of true and honest longing to be next to you, sharing a life.... that's what I long to mention. So, you know where to find me. I shall long for your reach As the door opens, she shall grab and hold me , tightly. My sweet lady shall stay safe and warm in true love's design After we made the decision to stop waiting And we run to one another. Growing older and wiser , together, is what I call a "happy forever."
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May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 7:56 AM UTC
A happy forever