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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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justthoughts03 · 3 months
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This year I’ve prepared myself to lose a lot of people in my life
Because I finally have the courage to say out loud that
Even though I am loved I don’t like the way some people love me.
They may think they are doing a good job but I don’t feel that’s what I deserve.
I deserve to be loved better.
And if you can’t do that and commit to it… there’s the door
-this is what courage looks like-
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zibethrose · 24 days
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Happy Tuesday you beautiful souls. Make love your daily bread.
Stepping back from situations where you feel disrespected is selfcare. Claim ownership of who you are, have been and will be. Be proud of the way you survived without compromising your truth, no matter what happens.Recognize that sovereign means to own all your colors that shade you bright, innerstanding that the interplay of dark and light is complementary forces you keep in harmony. Become so confident in yourself that no one's opinion, rejection or behavior can negate your sense of self. Work on being the best version of yourself, for that's all that really matters.Find solace, inspiration, and a renewed sense of purpose in the quiet sanctuary of your heart actively choosing to evolve into higher consciousness. Get in touch with your higher Self through spiritual practice innerstanding that the highest priority is to be loving to yourself and others.
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poetrythreesixfive · 2 months
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Early Risers
The daffodils sprang in December
while winter was barely new;
the earliest I can remember,
the daffodils sprang in December,
they had only decayed in September
when the summer was scarcely through;
the daffodils sprang in December
while winter was barely new.
-GeorgeFilip
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ktheqw · 3 months
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a sun melody different leaf shades moody trees
dancing leaves different dying shades winter kisses
a strong gust reds, yellows, and Olivine playful trees
a bird song rubbish moving in the wind winter hugs
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deepjams4 · 2 months
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sarah-irura · 8 months
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"Plqce for my head"
Is there an actual safe haven? A place to unwind, be free from criticism.... A place to utilize our uniqueness in such a manner that outweighs our flaws, a place where our regrets are no longer a thing, where missteps are only viewed as way to gain wisdom in this vast reality...maybe it's not really a place but rather a community that actually chooses to extend grace to self and others, an act of gratitude from the One whom all life emanates from, if only people can distance themselves from 'self preservation' to a 'thriving community' since walking together, as one, for another, would bring about more positive changes than any segregation based on myriads of human based distinctions.
Sarah. Irura
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st-a-y · 6 months
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Truth is
I'll never love you as much as
You love me
Not because I don't want to but
My heart no longer knows
How to
And if it does
It won't let me
I'm a bit of a
H y p o c r I t e
I'll beg you to love me
Lick it off you like sweet honey
Throw tantrums
Like a c h i l d
If you love me wrong
And I'll leave
If you ask for the same
In return
(Think twice before you call me love)
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queencocoakimmie · 6 months
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Submission and Power
“Submission and Power” Flowery words Married with devilish designs, Are the knife’s edge Your poetry gashes me with. Leaving me gasping Writhing, Begging for more. How your whispers fall Like restless spirits Through my mind Straight down to my core, In a delicate dance, Of submission and power. And I give in…every time. ©���KVP
Words expertly writtenIn lust and sorrow,Colored in theOrange shades of October. Spine-tingling,Like featherless angelsTaking flightDeep within my bones. Flowery wordsMarried with devilish designs,Are the knife’s edgeYour poetry gashes me with. Leaving me gaspingWrithing,Begging for more. How your whispers fallLike restless spiritsThrough my mindStraight down to my core,In a delicate dance,Of…
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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
©Johnny J P Lee
17 April 2024
A Gogyoshiren Poem (15)
Photos: eze77nqnsur
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whateverwhimsy · 11 months
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Rummage under my blanketed self
turning my whale sounds into parchment scrawled,
these moments your eyes capture
they betray my sentimental soul, my sense of self
caught between weeding out bad habits
and conceding you’ve grabbed at it,
- have me by the throat -
I started thinking I’d found hope before
but you’ve lost me in allure - your lore,
your declarations of depth, we
intersect so perfectly.
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zibethrose · 1 month
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Happy Tuesday beloved kindred souls🤗 Surround yourself with people who are good for you and good to you. Let go of untruths to align with the sacred essence recognizing that the different types of love enfold you with a cascade of blessings to guide you home to your heart💞
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Release the emotional barriers to experience love in its glorious sacred essence and avail yourself of the joyous possibilities that love, and connection bring in your everyday.Let your heart guide your conduct to cultivate a disposition in attitude and character that is grounded in strength and inspired by love. Know that judgement is not yours, as mercy is the fruit of love. Innerstand that love is your compass to get you to your destiny. There's nothing more transformational than open-hearted love. Take care of yourself with compassion and Surrender to the fullness of Love innerstanding that being love-centric is In Sync with the sacred. Know and innerstand that When you have nothing but love, you have everything. * *
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poetrythreesixfive · 2 months
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Retreat
When humans disappoint me,
I find my way outside
among the tall and shady pines
where isolation hides.
The dangers of the downfall,
a threat of tooth and claw,
where every errant step you take
rebukes you, pained and raw.
No pretense of the handshake,
no practice by the book,
no judgment for the words you say
or how they way you look.
Just wind and sky and water,
just stone and cold returns,
a classroom where the man
with zero expectations learns.
So when the sweetness sours
and life turns cold and stale,
don’t seek me in the busy streets;
you’ll find me on the trail.
-GeorgeFilip
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ktheqw · 3 months
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The Kitchen
The house greets us with fragrant smells of citrus tarts, homemade lemonade, and images of a long, familiar kitchen we love.
Stepping into the home from our childhood we each process the way we feel about the good and the bad memories made.
A nostalgia for idealised memories saturates the memories we wish to deny as Mum brings the teapot to the old cedar table.
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deepjams4 · 5 months
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