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takingstockofwhatmattersmost · 1 day

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when days drift to tomorrows and memories finally fade when every corner doesn’t become a chance to run into you…again after a lifetime of days longing for just that one day i’ll be free to be me once more if only i could remember what for

forgetting you is what i fail at the most

and the years roll by

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getcareless · 3 days

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Triolet Poem #56

It was by the skin of your teeth that you did not bite the bullet. You escaped the flames from beneath, it was by the skin of your teeth. I had kept the blade in it's sheath, brought a gun but didn't pull it. It was by the skin of your teeth that you did not bite the bullet.

"Bite The Bullet", JEP

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instruth · 2 days

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THE LINGERING TASTE OF THY LOVE

The taste of thy love lingers here

whether thou art far or near

I know the sweetness of thy love

my memory screens our evening stroll

down the blossomed garden, anointed

Our fingers in clasped sensuous touch

studying the starry sparkles in thine eyes

listening to the whisperings of thy voice

as we embrace under the Lovers Arch

crowned by the rainbowed bougainvillea

Beneath the shadow of a silvery moon

I catch the fragrant scent of thy presence

and I became fondly intoxicated

circling my arms around thy slimly waist

sniffing deeply with passionate care

Running my lips over thine slender neck

till at last our searching lips do meet

Oh! Our first ever tender loving kiss

to spur the throbbing of our hearts

by a splendor of grand togetherness

In thee I am captured, most willingly

in sweet surrender, my beloved

imprisoned in thy generous heart

An everlasting imprint in my soul

The lingering taste of thy love

©Johnny J P Lee

17 April 2024

A Gogyoshiren Poem (25)

Photo Credit, J. P. Lee

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heartofmuse · 5 months

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Love is many things but it is also an agreement where both parties state their needs, their expectations, their limits. Both must be honest with each other and themselves, and go in with eyes wide open. Things must be talked out loud, and not assumed. Hurts must not be allowed to fester and anything that bothers or upsets you must be brought out to the light even if it is difficult. Communication must always remain open and vibrant for change is inevitable and these conversations must be had constantly. If there comes a time you cannot come to an understanding then please part before bitterness and hurt take over and obliterate every good memory from both of your hearts. Love is an agreement, a pact, a promise, something that must be held in reverence and honored by those involved.

e.v.e.

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dg-fragments · 9 months

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I write to you, of you, not because our souls are intertwined, neither because you're mine or I'm yours, but because I do not know of any other audience, for these thoughts, in the form of mere words, for this fragmented existence, which reveals through the cracks of past experiences, to lose itself in the captivating beauty, that is yourself.

- DG

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prasannawrites · 6 months

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before i sleep.

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quaintobsessions · 4 months

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The Shape of Things to Come

I swear I’m not staring at her name. It’s only the cast of each letter, the grace, re-entry for my memories carved in clay, all else erased.

That night instead of chasing stray Northern Lights above stone walls of an old water tower, instead of heading back along dark water, singing

through blue air I’d breathed for too many seasons, I arrived at a wheel and a kiln. I swear I’m not staring at her face. It’s just

the effect of her making and unmaking, it’s just her intense concentration. Now that I’m right here, I can’t think of anything else.

I’m only staring at her hands, I swear. Only her hands.

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persephoneshellhounds · 11 months

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Will I ever possess the softness I pretend to have?

— Fray Narte

Gif from: Stealing Beauty (1996) // Dir. Bernardo Bertolucci

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autumnsunshine10 · 2 months

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Dear diary

How do I love myself again

When I'm not sure I ever really did

Maybe a time I claimed what was mine

Dropped denial and steeled my spine

When someone I loved wasn't put first

And I still carried out self-care

I cried and supplied needed comfort

I didn't get enough of growing up

And instead of dismissing what I felt

I acknowledged its validity then moved on

Before I let anyone else dictate my worth

Winter too far to freezingly squeeze

All vitality and assurance from my heart

I didn't need an excuse to love

Just the beat of my heart was enough

Every reason was reasonable

Back before I dissolved under the weight

Of expectations--taking credit for wrongs

That were never mine to right

How do I love myself again?

Tear out this page and start afresh

Forging forward on a blank new one

Writing to please me first and foremost

While sharing with those I care

Only that which I can actually spare

Prompts: rip the page out; all gone; excuse the reason

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slowfalter · 2 months

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The clouds are so close by today

Summer plums, half baked already

on their boughs

are begging to drip into our mouths

but the wind has lost its chime

today

All my teeth are trying to scream

I’m the dusty plastic plant

that you’re tired of watering

Look

Look at me like I can still breathe

Touch me as if I’m warm

Hold me as if I might be going somewhere,

someday

I want you to look at me

like that rare bird, who by chance, happened upon our hedge

that day

by chance I came across your face

in a crowd and it sang to me

at a frequency only I could hear

You

pluck my nerves like a harp

Let me shiver you

like the clouds when they’re so close

that we’re in them and you say

Look

Look at the clouds

there’s one shaped like you

as if you were a painting

by one of the old masters

Look

Look at you drifting

so beautifully away

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scatteredthoughts2 · 25 days

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SILENT IS THE NIGHT.

Silent is the night,

when everyone's asleep,

No one hears my pain,

no one hears me weep.

Everyone's in dreamland,

and no one will ever see,

How lonely is my night,

how I ache to dream with thee.

@Ambrose Harte

@Scattered Thoughts

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getcareless · 21 hours

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Triolet Poem #59

It is better late than never. Otherwise, don't even bother. Though the place may be wherever, it is better late than never. Don't make others wait forever, you should treat them like your mother. It is better late than never, otherwise, don't even bother.

"Better Late Than Never", JEP

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instruth · 2 days

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The Wind Of The Sea

On the wind of the sea

sailing with the dream

whatever that may be,

whoever shines a gleam,

shall ride in glamour free

Come, take the ride with me

catch a breeze, fly fly along

low tide, rolling from the sea

to a crescendo, one furlong

listen, be still, it’s here already

The charms of its melody

speak silently, captivatingly

whispers of its fair lady

sway in stillness, enchantingly

with the wind of the sea

17 April 2024

A Gogyoshiren Poem (15)

Photos: eze77nqnsur

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heartofmuse · 1 year

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Truth is that the heart needs more forms of love from your partner than just romantic love. It needs the nurturing and unconditional love like the one that comes from a parent. It needs the love that helps you achieve your maximum potential, that empowers your virtues and is patient with your flaws like that of a teacher. It needs the love of a friend who will listen without judgment, who will laugh with you and be your confidant and accomplice. It needs the devoted love of a healer who will tend to your wounds and hurts and never turn a blind eye to your suffering but rather help the healing process knowing all the time the healing and the timing is all yours. Love is more than just romance and passion, and sooner or later it will die out if you do not nurture all the other faces of love. For if love has a thousand faces, how bland would it be if my love for you were the same one all the time.

e.v.e.

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dg-fragments · 6 months

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Take me home, will you, for I've been out here lost, more than I wanted, longer than I anticipated, and lonelier than I imagined.

- DG

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internalearthquake · 1 month

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my ghosts within

In the midst of what seems mundane lies a hidden world

Ghosts surround me, accompanying my every step

The lost, the unmet, the real, the imagined

These translucent entities haunt and console me

Wispy figments shift in and out of awareness

Subdued whispers, their presence felt but never seen

What may seem ordinary masks profound challenges

I push aside my ghosts who yearn to be acknowledged

Fragile mind oscillates betwixt clarity and confusion

A perpetual struggle to live in the present

The universe is littered with daily reminders

of what once was…

of what could have been…

of what I have lost…

of what was never mine…

of what will never be…

Every hushed whisper, every reverberating echo

My ghosts represent these fragments of my narrative

An incomplete history of distortions and illusions

Leaves me feeling incomplete

So, who am I?

What may often be overlooked carries significance to me

Unanswered questions ignite chaos within my mind

I navigate an unsolvable labyrinth of mystery

External investigations cannot unveil these buried truths

Healing lies in reconciling with my ghosts within

Dialogue with them holds the key to my liberation,

Clearing away the misty fog that clouds my perception

By forgiving the past and accepting the unknown,

I can release my ghosts from my internal world

Empowered, I can forge my own narrative,

Finally discovering who I am

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