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#romantic poems
urfriendlywriter · 1 month
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Him and I.
the love i give, the subject is you, the love i earn is always new.
for you are a story i never failed to read, a page in poetry that i never left empty.
oh it was you holding my creed, and my heart too indeed.
if you must love, you must know,
if you must live, you must learn,
that i loved you still in present, and lived life like a crescent.
stirring behind shadows of feeling free,
from the intensity of what ur gaze seeked in me.
Will it, i hope to God. Will it, i kneel to God. if it isn't you, my fate, written for me,
then what is it, that my soul, is meant to be?
you stir me with love, you stir in me my self,
i return to you, with love, feeling above all else.
i promise you and im breaking you,
you promise to me and you're breaking me, too.
two beautiful broken glasses, fitting perfectly against each other,
stained with rather pains, but we still do not wither.
yearning to be in ur arms, forced to be in my thoughts,
born to comfort me, you say, yet we'd rather not say
what truly lies in our hearts,
for if it doesn't come true,
it'll break me and you.
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heartofmuse · 9 months
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I will not hold close to my breast anything that does not desire to be in the embrace of my arms. I will not kiss your lips if you turn your face away from mine. I will open my arms and let you drift and say farewell. But if you hold me tight and look into my eyes and let me see the truth of what lies your heart, I will remain yours as I have ever been since the day you said you wanted your hand in mine, and this life we will live and share, walking side by side, a pure magical bond forged, and sustained by our will to love.
e.v.e.
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"would you peel an orange for me?"
i would plant an orange tree, take care of it with the utmost love for the sweets oranges to grow. i would pick them and peel them for you, as many times as you want, making sure you always have all the oranges you ask for, and with my bare hands eagerly waiting to do it for you.
i would take a step forward and peel pomegranates too. i would gently peel off the skin and pick the pomegranate seeds one by one so you never have to worry about doing it yourself.
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abrighterspark · 1 year
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he asks me why i cling to you when you're really just an echo of a shadow of a man i tried to know
i tell him it's your eyes in that wild shade of indigo borrowed from the brightness of tomorrow
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vox-anglosphere · 1 year
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A sincere Happy Burns Day to my friends and followers, near and far..
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quantum-bliss · 1 month
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The greatest form of intimacy is not having someone underneath you, rather it is having someone live within you. Living within the walls of your heart and your mind, creeping in every vein and artery. Filling your brain and body with uninvited memories of laughter, smiles, and touches.
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bloomstarz · 1 year
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“For you, my mind will distort into a useless clump of nerves, blood, and tissue, unable to let go of your presence. My body will always sway to your direction in order to bask in the light of your smile, my lips yearning for yours. For you, my knees will have grown countless of bruises, and scrapes, being heavily disfigured from the excruciatingly long hours in which I had prayed, begged, for my affection to reach behind the wide cactus walls surrounding your heart. However, I shall halt my thoughts and tear my beating heart out of my chest, shattering my ribcage, all to avoid your acknowledgment. All, to avoid that look to stain your eyes, that gaze of disappointment and utter disgust as you begin to view me as a maggot clawing at your legs for a morsel of attention from another whose true heart is not mine to witness.” - Sophia
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desideriumorsa · 7 months
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I craft for you this special little place,
Here in my heart,
This last warm chamber,
It is yours.
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unami-anamo0y · 1 year
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spoiledstrawberry · 11 months
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~Full Moon~
Oh full moon, that clears
The dark night of my heart
I love your shine
And fills me with passion
It's like your rays
Reach my deepest core
And bring me back
In the light of the love that I flood today
What a sweet, delicate poem
That envelops me like a perfume
I cannot deny my beloved
that it is my love that consumes me
Your eyes are like a constellation
That shine brighter than the full moon
And make me lose my heart
Of love and passion in one vein
May it be eternal, may it be true
May our love never end
May it be intense, even in the banal, routine
Who feels a dream that never ends
Oh moon, oh love, oh passion
May we be eternal companions
Let there be no barrier or limitation
May our love be an endless cycle, I assure you.
-BabyPaton.
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heartofmuse · 2 years
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My dreams bloom on your wings and so sweetly breathes the imagination that you awaken in my hands. Your name is the dawn between my lips and I want nothing more than to keep myself in the infinity of your soul, and feel the universe embracing us everytime love recite us.
e.v.e.
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for someone that is constantly writing about love, in all its meanings and in all its forms, i always lack the most important love; the love for myself, my own kind of love.
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abrighterspark · 6 months
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lemon-lime mango, pine aloe vera and tea tree all the scents, when combined, that make up you & me
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libraryidealist · 4 months
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Hm, eternity
Or: gods speak
A definitive factor of being human is not seeing the big picture.
It's very defining. Humans don't see the big picture. They don't see the celestial game, they don't even know their own nature. With a garden full of secrets on their own planet they haven't even stepped foot in, how could they? They know nothing of the blazing, terrifyingly holy power of a not quite ripe apple. Although they have crafted an entire worship around that particular fruit.
No, they know nothing of true eternity. Or maybe everything. If the unripe apple is holy to them too, does it matter that it's not my kind of holy? Does it matter that it's miniscule? There is no such thing as a smaller infinity, after all.
If I love you like the feeling of atoms assembling into wind gusts and solar flares, a human will love you like the feeling of that wind on their skin.
If I love you like the prayer of a million people to the greatest being they know, a god, a human will love you like the prayer of a child to the greatest being it knows, a mother.
If I love you like two black holes caught in each other's gravity, forcing each other into an unholy dance until they collide, a human loves you like watching two coins circling in a cone. Drawing spirals and spirals until they fall, with a gentle ping, into the hole in the middle.
Humans do not see the big picture.
Perhaps they are redefining holy as we speak.
Perhaps they make their own holy, and yet it is equal to mine.
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babydichter · 5 months
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What an affliction it is,
this slow fading distance between us.
If only miles could express how much I love you.
I would fly across the universe
one hundred times and more.
It would never be enough.
You are love,
the only love that I care to know.
I am so painstakingly yours,
until the world caves in on itself
and even after that too.
I am yours. I am yours.
No matter what. Forever.
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numberonegalaxyfest · 5 months
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Thank you for coming! I love all we played together.
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