One Last Day, Poetry by Barbara Hunt

Genre: Dark, Death, Romance, Family, and Hurt

One Last Day by Barbara Hunt

Never enough time to say goodbye
Walking through this life unaware of how fast it flies
People in and out never seem to stay and slowly start to fade away
Simplicity evaporates as light begins to dissipate
Purity replaced by death and troubled times
Within the blink of an eye your life is slowly going out
Life is to short to sit and sweat the small stuff
Now it’s time to say goodbye your life flashes you by
There’s only one  thing left to say and that’s to enjoy everyday

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Melody, Poetry by Alex Pauley

Genre: Relationship, Romance

 

Melody by Alex Pauley

 

The melody my heart plays is a ragged tune that is not easy on the ears, as it holds all the broken pieces of me with it.
The memories of past mistakes, the pain of love loss, the regret that stays with me until my eyes close at night,
this is the melody that my crying heart wishes to play, as if it’s a call for help.
It wishes to be touched and to be restrung once again, as if it had never been broken at all;
It seeks to be heard and in turn be told great things, it craves tenderness and devotion that it has never known,
my heart plays a sad song, a song of regret, a song of sorrow, a song of depression, a song of joy, a song of sweet memories.
it cannot help, but to play what it feels, all it can do is express those feelings that are pent up within,
the melody may be off and hard to listen to, but it is one that is ever playing, whether ignored or unheard.
It shall continue playing that sharp off-key tune, until it receives the care it needs.

 

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Touched, Poetry by Terry Hart

Genres: Love, Romantic, Romance, Caring, Sensual, Emotional

Touched by Terry Hart

Destiny has delivered us
through ages, eras and eons
to this moment, it’s enchanting
and here we are
at the same place, same time Entering into this sacred experience
craved by our senses
a feast for our souls, our bodies
and our minds

All this splendor
no other love on this planet
has ever had the flow we generate
it’s a cosmic, celestial movement
that makes earth and heaven, vibrate

As we connect
and become one heartbeat
we are complete
and while we’re apart
I’ll reminisce
how we touched

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Emerald Heart, Poetry by Barbara Hunt

Genre: Dark, Life changing, Loss, and Romance

Emerald Heart by Barbara Hunt

Basking in the strength of your stare
Two stones with intelligence and loyalty take away the air
Always there to help and challenge hard as steel filling with despair unyielding to the truth
Sitting in the silence with nothing needing to be said once comfortable and loving now distant and hard
A shell so deep and unbreakable nothing would be the same not after all trust was lost
A glimmer of hope could be seen as she tried clinging to loyalty but in the blink of an eye it all vanished as the black hole of mistrust tore everything apart
The only thing to be seen was a beautiful shade of green with memories past flooding through as a whisper was heard in the darkness

 

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Beaten Path. Poetry by Naseha

Song on my lips, dust on my boots, and dark night around me I take a moment;
A moment to look around as I travel the worlds unknown.
My Arabian horse – Lester, smiles at me in the light on the lantern, we are lost again
In the dense of the mossy thick forest, echoing with wing’s drone.

Genre: Rhyme, Reflective, Philosophical, Hope, Romantic

Beaten Path
by Naseha
http://www.naseha.world

Song on my lips, dust on my boots, and dark night around me I take a moment;
A moment to look around as I travel the worlds unknown.
My Arabian horse – Lester, smiles at me in the light on the lantern, we are lost again
In the dense of the mossy thick forest, echoing with wing’s drone.

The yellow parchment of my dog eared tanned leather bounded sweaty dairy;
Which I so lovely call my logs, is eagerly waiting for my ink and quill
The stars speak, the midnight has passed, I pack away the day,
As I decrease the flame, from my mouth, see the creeping wet chill

Lester is snoring; peaceful with the mossy air of forgotten foggy forest trail
After a month and half in desolated the parched land of dust
The spirit in me, forces me out of my cozy cottage filled with aroma of mushroom
To take on the paths not known, under star, sun, or fog, walk I must

Lester, my trench coat, my log, my quill as my companion, I travel to embrace
The mist of the height, the thirst of stark, the lead of unseen brook
The tame of terrain wild, the serenity of the rushing gale, warmth breath of trees
Old, knotty, patchy, all safely, frozen for eternity, in pages of my book

Off the beaten path, away from comfort of known souls, under the Canopus
On creaking, dry mattress of a thousand yellow, green, and red
Occasional ease of the stained bedding in a lonely Inn on a highway, lit by single lantern
I give in to the insanity in me, to find, to seek, on virgin gravels to tread

I close my eyes as I walk, to lose the known paths, in getting lost in terra incognita
Only then can I chance upon inebriation of charting the chartless in rife
Maybe with few silver coins in the pocket, no mansion to pass on, but richer by far
Lived a million lives with each unsung path, I chart in chronicles of my roving life

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Play House. Poetry by John “John Kind” Ravenell Jr.

We think we’re grown don’t we?
Holding hands in public because that’s what lovers do,
We think we know how to love,
But inexperience got us not having a single clue,
To be simply put, we are making a poor attempt at being witty,
Trying to pass off what we have as love, yet too naive to know it’s shitty,

Genre: Romantic Irony

Play House
by John “John Kind” Ravenell Jr.

We think we’re grown don’t we?
Holding hands in public because that’s what lovers do,
We think we know how to love,
But inexperience got us not having a single clue,
To be simply put, we are making a poor attempt at being witty,
Trying to pass off what we have as love, yet too naive to know it’s shitty,

We take relationship advice from what we all call, “other wise”,
You better love me as I say, “other wise” I’m gonna-
Then we spit argue over marble counter tops, trying to buff things out,
No way to try to make it look nice, fights never bring our best side out,
To be simply put, I’m the daddy and she’s the mommy,
We are, who we are, because the roles gives us an organized lifestyle,

All I know is, I just got off from work and mommy you better kiss me,
How was our son? I’m hungry too, what did you get me?
Ah yes, my favorite dish your the best!
And you look especially beautiful for me, and only me, in that sun dress,
And my dearest thinks handsome, she adores me as her hard working man,
To take care of her and secure her is my obligation to her 20 year living plan,

To be simply put, our lives are designed by an idea our parents act out,
We would like to childishly fulfill those roles, but with a plastic door to back out,
Just in case if things take a different pace, becomes too real and less exciting,
But the appeal of love on the internet and reality tv is too inviting,

Who doesn’t play house?

 

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SUBLIME LOVE, Poetry by Bindu Midha

Love profound, how amorous it sounds!

It’s a radiant sunflower that blossoms to smile.

In love, you’re a lily that sprinkles radiance and light.

Like the gambolling lamb, soars your spirit and mind.

Genre: Love, Romance

SUBLIME LOVE by Bindu Midha

Love profound, how amorous it sounds!

It’s a radiant sunflower that blossoms to smile.

In love, you’re a lily that sprinkles radiance and light.

Like the gambolling lamb, soars your spirit and mind.

 

Liveliness, a sparkle -hitherto not seen- come your way.

Contentment, blissful harmony and giddiness make you sway!

A spring in the step, a twinkle in the eye and a glowing face belie

Your complacent demeanour; whilst Cupid you & your beloved ties.

 

How perfectly, how accurately his arrows find their mark

Your heart is left wounded, but ne’er does it show a scar.

Sighs, whisper of sweet nothings and a pounding heart reverberate

For you embrace, profess undying love and plentiful vows make!

 

It is mirth and merriment that you flash on your brow

As you strut around nimble footed, feeling sound’ n secure!

Unsatisfied, insatiate, unrestrained, your passion does soar

Fancy takes flight; in the new found treasure you gloat.

 

You rise to a crescendo, exhilarated and over the moon

Flying, surging and ascending in love as if in a swoon.

A saint reveres his Almighty; so you dote on your love

Worship, take oath of fidelity, and offer solemn vows galore.

 

Promises of being truthful, reliable, honest and caring

Of sincerity, stability; support and strength are in the making.

Profess undying love and take an oath to be true,

While all this lasts it seems as fresh as dew- oh so new!

 

Oh love, O divine devotion- so fanciful yet fulfilling,

Could you, would you take flight and dissipate -all too soon?

 

 

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Head sick for you, Poetry by Andrew James Leahy

All I want is you sweet honey
All you want is my love baby
All I can say and I can pray
Is for us to last a life time

Sick in the head, my point of view
I love you too, head sick for you

Genre: Rhyme, Romance, Love

Head sick for you
by Andrew James Leahy

I’ve came a long way to love you
I’d go beyond just for us two
I’m in this with you forever
We will always be together

I’ve done all that I can in time
I’d lose my sense and piece of mind
I’m gone inside my broken brain
We can stop from being insane

All I want is you sweet honey
All you want is my love baby
All I can say and I can pray
Is for us to last a life time

Sick in the head, my point of view
I love you too, head sick for you

Our love drives us fucking crazy

 

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Bitter-Sweet, Poetry by Angel Victoria

Genre: Love, Pain, Sad, Romantic, Friendship, Hurt

Bitter-Sweet
by Angel Victoria

Never thought that I’d fall for you
Though I kind of wish that I didn’t knew
Cause I know you won’t ever look my way
And it pains me yet, I still pray
Always thinking of what will I do
Shall I tell you, what I feel for you?

Never will I forget those moments we had
Those little memories with you isn’t so bad
Cause whem I’m with you every second counts
Just like those moments that are unforgettable one’s.

You make my day full of surprises
Like a roller coaster that falls and rises
And just like every ride has its own ending
So, this time maybe I should stop hoping.

This would be the last time, I’ll think of you
As I wrote this poem for you
I would like to say those three words to you
Hope they would reach you, I Love You.
 

 

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Pieces Of You, Poetry by Hansteven Selfa

I find pieces of you in distorted cosmic dusts
In falling stars, I see your name so bright
You are the street signs, whenever I am lost
When you’re here, everything feels so right.

Genre: Rhyme, Love, Romance

Pieces Of You
by Hansteven Selfa

I find pieces of you in distorted cosmic dusts
In falling stars, I see your name so bright
You are the street signs, whenever I am lost
When you’re here, everything feels so right.

I figure you in a notional painting
Discover you between the pages of my book
In a quandary, you are the silver lining
I find pieces of you wherever I look.

You are the star I vision in the sky
And you’re also the yellow in the rainbow I see
You are the eagle I find up high
You are everywhere I’ll be.

 

 

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