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Tag: love poem

  • The Houses Are Empty and We Cannot Be Saved

    indulging upon a landscape you longed to sink yourself into, eyes scanned every inch where your fingertips dutifully awaited to graze. words escaped the space between us as the air filled with sighs. “I could write a thousand poems…” you said as the sun came out from hiding. and I realized how hollow the room…

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  • Navigating the Breakers

    A sting reaches our eyes as we collect salt and mist from the unchartered seaknowing where we’ve been, knowing where it will lead. Glimpses of our futurepepper through the days of our past on that boat sailing against the breeze, wondering which of our days will last. Mirroring smiles reflect how we take on the…

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  • Let the Music Play

    we were an unsinkable ship,built to sustain any injurythrown our way, or so we said. cast into the dark,yet illuminated with infinite possibilities. suddenly slipping through our fingersthe bitter cold quickly rushed in,and the music played on. while the chaos surrounded usand the children were tucked safely in their bed,the music played on. while prayers…

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  • I was meant to love you

    I remember you in the morning, the way the light hit your eyes, the way your smile matched mine, the way your fingers grazed over my peaks and valleys, the way you wandered over my warm skin, inhaling its intoxicating scent. And I remember the feeling that it was a perfect dream, one that we…

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  • the other morning

    Lying in bed after a night’s sleep, I peek at the clock to confirm the hour before the sun comes up. It’s too early to stir the house awake, too early to reach for the phone, for those good morning kisses. It’s the only thing I want to wake up to, seeing you across from…

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  • The Secret Garden

    bore from the most arduous labor, its intoxicating fruit, its sweet blossoming fragrance,pulls in the strongest of hearts. as a vine snakes its way through the depths of a luscious secret garden, distinct impressions produce the richest aromas. even to an untrained eye, the sweetest honey couldn’t go unnoticed. the sweetest honey couldn’t go unnoticed;…

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  • The Gentle Birdsong Calling of Spring

    it’s right underneath, brewing under my chest this quiet whisper circling- not spiraling downwards as i often tend to, but in the way a gentle breeze swirls a handful of leaves and they flutter away. there’s an inquisitive nature to it where there is somehow a sense of magic at hand, and yet somehow there…

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  • take my hand

    under the light of the moon you hold out your hand & i take hold. you offer a ride with your heart in tow whispering delicately, “let’s see where this journey goes.” as long as we’re bound together there’s no better place for our love to grow.

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  • lead me to your ocean

    what river do i cross again and again? the river where bloodthirsty love begins. toes dip in at first sight. oohing & aahing with every delight. swimming further downstream fulfilling love-drunk dreams. kiss me, love me, do what you please. pull me into your ocean where you shall lead.

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  • Home

    is this my home? spinning ‘round n round going from high to low and back ‘round again. is this that place where a heart feels heard and shoulders ease? for far too long the tongue’s been tied and the shoulders tense from being left in the dark because my stories don’t matter. the voice has…

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