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Himanshi Mar 2014
Set sail on a clear day
at dawn, my love boat.
Facing the enormity of the seas
light waves, soft against the hull
pushing forward .

Coy observer,
of the seas that meet ,
bestowing their souls
to the ocean.

Reluctant, hesitant
shying away, blushing red
as she sees the ocean
now open his arms to her.

Took slow steps into the
fathomage of the ocean
showed her brazen self to him
And flew away the cloak
that bounded her screaming soul.
One ghastly day,
a storm broke through,
it broke the hearty ocean.
And went away all the seas,
leaving the boat deserted.

Waves got higher and stronger
hitting the stern every minute.
didn't topple, the love boat
the mast ,still saving her.

And days from then,
the boat still sailed,
in the wide wide ocean.
No island in sight, but
stood strong with waves
in its favor.
Sailing, just sailing, My Love Boat.
cartel Feb 2016
But why can't your poems be happy they said
Well they can be
But why should they be?
My fathomage of contemplation dives deeper than societally accepted
but I don't want to be societally accepted
That's why I came here.
Go to your party and sing happy songs
And make happy conversation
And dream happy thoughts
And cry not so happy tears, when the happiness that was packed so tightly into the palms of your fists dissipates and leaves you shattered.
For my fists are open
And my words are spoken
And my poetry may not be happy or grace
But it sure leaves a smile on my face
Travis Green Sep 2021
His perfectly proportioned lips
Are amply appetizing
Sensational to embrace
A mind-blowing rollercoaster
Of enamoredness
His spectacular vernacular
Etched on the vivacious veneer

His features are highly striking
And deliciously dreamy
Tuscan sun skin, his eyeballs
Gorgeously glowing, flowing
With dark chocolate honey designs
The upper eyelid embowed like a rainbow
The lower eyelid like an adventurous trail
Leading to the meeting point of euphoria

I wish to stream within his
Incomparable sclera, marvel at its
Enthralling composition, his pupils
Of paradise, his eyelashes emanating
With magic, such fathomage to drift
Into, how the strands of hair in eyebrows
Symbolize his horizonless power
His forehead bedecked with affection
His mesmeric head radiating with tasteful waves

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