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Hera Apr 2021
Come to me,
and
I promise you
to only feel
eternity.
Where do I find someone exactly like in my poem? :')
Spriha Kant Mar 2021
Sometimes , I am unable to resist an unknown force which pushes me to go beyond my limits and makes me a deaf for listening to all the **** that others say and think about me.
Falling as the stars fall,
Tethered to you.
We felt the forces of gravity and friction all too soon.
Passion
The oil
Behind the force
That drives
The heart crazy

Passion
The force
Behind action
That sets the
Heart in motion

Passion
The fire
Behind vision
So strong and clear

Passion
The cause
Of the tension
Deep in my heart

Passion
The reason
For the madness
Tearing me apart

Passion
The force
Behind the motion
Within my veins

Passion
The reason
Behind the sunrise
At dawn

Passion
The vibes
Behind the tremors
Of the nightingales

Passion
The words
Behind the pen
In my hand

Passion
The cause
Of my passion
Is you!
Nermine Marei Dec 2020
Kindly read from top to bottom .... then from bottom to top.*
❤️

I am dejected and desperate.


So, don't tell me that


my life is cheerful and jovial.


you think I live in delusions,


my dreams look like mirages,


and the entire cosmos is awaiting frevently not to see


me a luminous star


because a divine captivating force within me wants to see


me confined in solitude


and in other-worldly no one will find


the glinted essence within me.


Because I believe in the cryptic force, I recalled


Hope, are you the elixir of life?

      Kindly reread from bottom to top

❤️
Nermine Marei
Nickolas J McKee Dec 2020
Let the tables turn,
Lost & earned.
Forcing our love apart.
Let the eagles fly,
Love denied...
All seeking hearts to nest.
Enraptured the dove,
Claws mouthed shoved,
There goes your nourishment.
For nature is blamed,
To share shame,
Of the ones we lost most.
Tables all to turn,
What can earn?
Tables to Turn...
John Darnielle Nov 2020
Most of the brine has got to boil away
Most of the air has got to choke you
Most of June I spent in jail again
I don't mean jail, exactly
Up in the pine tree
Red squirrel looking down at me

I am losing control of the language again
I am losing control of the language again

Most of the things I used to hold onto
Most of the things I used to say to you
Most of the ways I knew around the local roads
Are disappearing daily
High in the cottonwood
You were looking down at me and you sure looked good
Hair hanging down in the leaves
Your neck tilted back to make a rainbow

I was losing control of the language again
I am losing control of the language again
from Full Force Galesburg, 1996
Amanda Kay Burke Nov 2020
I want the same medicine force-fed to us to be jammed down your perfectly healthy throat for once
See how you like the taste
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