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Tag: poetry

  • 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 Thorn in My Rose

    her name, her existence- a thorn in my side; a sting, a puncture, knowing she captured the sought after prize. though a thorn is easily removed and leaves only a slight wound, i have become an empty vessel, void of a beating heart, bidding for its return soon. unrelenting, unforgiving, i want to bend back…

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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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  • The Looking Glass

    image source: https://twitter.com/Bettyxx84/status/1348674161623887876?s=20

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  • Cupcake Dreams

    moonbeams and cupcake dreams. sugar highs into the night. we’re whispering nothings, how our lives could be. knowing the truth, looking into your eyes you are the moonlight in my darkest of nights. so, love, break my heart into a thousand pieces because all of my insides are craving your sweet creamy filling. This poem…

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  • There’s something there…

    say it was in the stars, something supernatural led me to you. say it was the moon pulling my tides closer to you. it’s something deeper than a mere connection. it’s something in the waiting & it grows with our knowing. you can’t put your finger on it. there’s something there. some will call it…

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  • Christmas 2020

    we hold those we love closer in these dark times to feel the warmth, the love, the light. but you i love the most, i’ll always dream of holding you close once again. to hear your words whispered back in the deep of the night.

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