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Ser Anverj Aug 11
🌹✨ Карие глаза — словно чёрный омут,

Так и хочется в них сразу утонуть.

Заманят, задурманят и голову скружат,

Твои глаза — моя честная красота. ✨🌹
Ser Anverj Aug 11
В омуте карих глаз тонет душа,
В них танцует осень — летняя тишь.
Мудрость веков — что так не спешна,
И юности пламя — что звонок горит.  

Океан моей любви — мой покой,
В них искры играют — как солнечные лучи,
Тайна хранится — что не разгадать,
И нежность такая, что шепчет: «Молчи».  

Хочется просто смотреть — молчать,
В них боль и надежда — вера жива,
Отражение звезд — что мерцает вдали,
В них сила такая — что сможет спасти  

От бури и бед, что порой на пути.
В омуте карих глаз хочется жить,
Искать отражения — сердца своего,
И в этих глубинах — любовь сохранить  

На долгие годы — как вечное волшебство.
Devouring cigar after cigar,
with sad music playing
in the background,
and an old picture of you
glowing through my screen

What have I done so perfectly
to be trapped in
this heavenly lifetime
with your love?

I stare at your picture,
weeping from longing and love,
calling you,
wanting you,
yearning for a miracle that
would gather us
and breathe life
back into our love

What terrifies me is that
you are no longer here…
but I am going to ink your name
into my blood,
to keep you alive within me—
physically and mentally

I want to draw you on my skin
so I will never escape you,
never recover from you
So that each time
my eyes fall upon this tattoo,
etched just above my heart,
I am reminded that I belong to you…
even if you are unaware of it,
or choose to ignore it
or simply do not want it
And I am ready to die
a thousand light-years
for you

But before that,
I am on the verge of completing
all those acts lovers commit
when they defy every boundary
for the sake of love
And after this tattoo,
only one thing will remain—
publishing the book
I am now writing for you,
About Daniel
28/11/2020

I love you now,
and in the afterlife

Your wife,
Nicole
Esther Sep 3
i see the golden speckles
in your ocean blue eyes
holding my own reflection
as the sunlight dances off them

i dreamed of a love like this
so soft, safe and gentle
patiently embracing me
like warm log fire on the coldest winter day
— for my sweetest Maxim ♡
I am no longer longing for life
Nor for happiness;
I am yearning for a loving,
caring you—
The one who craves commitment
And everlasting adoration
I am praying with my body
and soul
My eyes seeking
my only goal
Writing down verses and
chanting them,
With certainty
overdosing on insomnia
And its powerful gem—
You, my twin flame
I enlist every phrase and verb
To craft an invocation
For the sake of keeping you
And silencing all
that surrounds us
I love you
With all my melancholic
insomniac obsession
Two souls apart from all the crowd,
in love and hate, both fierce and proud.
Through beauty’s light and sorrow’s rain,
we cling through joy, we cling through pain.

For in thine eyes, my truth I know,
and neither heart will let it go.
Thine eyes hold truths no stars could hide,
a mirror deep where my heart abides.

No chain of earth, no hand of time,
could break the bond that makes thee mine.
We keep this fire, this hallowed whole—
and drink forever from each other’s soul.

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This is a little different for me, because when I write poetry, I typically do not rhyme... This time I did, and I like it 💕
How could I escape all our secret places,
dark hours,
physical fights,
and emotional negligence?

How could I pass all our memories and
the people who have some of your features,
as if I’m searching for your smile,
gaze,
and redheaded handsomeness
through all the passersby?

How could I pray to God
not to keep me drowning in our days?

I’m not okay
I’m yearning to write
something perfectly precise
to show how much I endure this pain of
being apart from you

I miss calling you “Dad,”
“Husband,”
and all those words
I wish I could call you again.

What if you already found someone else and
forgot about me?
What if I was nothing to you?

I loved you through all this havoc that
tears me apart and chokes me with
hopeless thoughts.

How dare you,
after all our fights,
break the habit you always had
— speaking to me,
shouting and promising you’d never leave,
that you’d stay by my side forever?

Today, I’m alone
—without you,
without any hope.
Like a lost child who needs a hug,
unconditional love,
and a forever sanctuary.

I miss you like a dying soul
seeking refuge in life,
like an open ocean that
longs for closure.
Can’t you feel me?
You are my twin flame.
You should feel how much we were born
to be together.

I’m eating alone,
wandering alone,
and I’m not okay.

What kind of spell
could scar my memory so deeply
that it shuts you down forever?
It hurts when you realize
that you’ve never been enough,
and all your beautiful features
used to be treated like
they never existed
Let’s go back to
the hollow void
with all those voices of
ours being tortured and
splitting into piece
Memories are no longer great excuses
for dashing ourselves into
the longing trap
We are increasingly
accepting our loneliness
B C Steffan Aug 3
They say the eyes are windows to the soul
But what of the stain, the color, the role?
Brown, blue, hazel, even red
Shades that dance inside thy head

Bards sing songs of ocean's hue
Of sapphire depths in eyes of blue
Storytellers speak of earthbound brown
Warmth found deep beneath the crown

Poets, we are many, yet all the same
Failing to stake but one true claim
For the hues we envision
the shades beyond our vision

So judge no eye by shade or stain
But by the soul that shall remain
Within the fortress of my chest,
two armies rise at dawn—
one clad in crimson silk,
the other in shadowed steel.

Love, with hands warm as sunrise,
lays flowers along the corridors of my mind, promising peace in a voice
that feels like home.

Hate, with eyes like storm-torn skies,
sets fire to every blooming thing,
swearing the ruin is mercy,
and the ashes, my salvation.

They march the same veins,
drink from the same pulse,
speak in the same tongue—
and yet their banners
will never fly side by side.

Some nights, Love wins
and the world feels golden.
Some nights, Hate takes the crown
and I sharpen my silence into swords.

But more often—
they lock arms in stalemate,
pressing their weight upon my soul,
neither yielding,
neither retreating,
leaving me
to live in the uneasy kingdom
where both are king.

"The heart of man is a divided river,
and its two streams know not the other’s course."
— Epic of Gilgamesh

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