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Sarah 6d
Like ships without a port, I drifted aimlessly,
Then, you.
Those smoldering brown eyes, that soft, warm smile—
A distinct connection, a slow, velvet tug,
drawing me into a sensual dream.
Silence hangs between the unspoken, the unknown.
My emotions, like an iceberg in the harbor, remain hidden.
As I gaze at your photo, as if to ignite a deeper connection.
I anticipate your next message, words already warm on my lips.
Every word carefully crafted, your witty dialogue keeps me engaged.
Time slips quickly as I'm lost in this space of just you and me.
Questions posed, not always met with answers.
The steady course: from strangers, to blooming friendship, to more?
Now this magnetic pull holds me, exquisitely captive, time suspended.
This imaginary intimacy, intoxicating as divine intervention, now offers a subtle truth.
Your hand's ghost brushes my skin.
Before a murmur of your voice, or our eyes finally meet, reflections of our souls,
I cling to the fragile, aching hope we will truly meet.
On this vast, open sea of possibilities, you are my compass, guiding me to our destiny.
Online dating....
Sanu Sharma Jun 5
May I meet you someday like this,
may there be no rush of saying goodbye
may there be no fear of interruptions.
may all the emotions be poured out
and every nook and cranny of my heart be emptied.
may I hold no regrets within
may memories not haunt us later.

May I never tire of expressing myself
may I find contentment in listening to you
may there be no constraints of time
and may we be bound together as a single knot
you, time, and I.

May I grasp you and drift into a deep slumber
may there be no haste to wake up
may there be no fear of missing a moment
may I get melted on your embrace, and
meld into your wholeness
just as the soul merges with the Supreme Being

May there be no unfulfilled dreams like this
may there be realities that satisfy me.

Someday, may I meet you
just like this.


- ० -
Note - This poem was originally written in Nepali language. This translation has been rendered by Suman Pokhrel.
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Fever painted me all over the body
with its warm kisses of love
for a duration unknown

Taking everything aside of my own being
it was a marvelous feel
to be cocooned into the grip
of this thin frenzy from head to toes
it was immensely ecstatic to
feel the passionate warmth over the skin
and was delirious
to be caressed by its softness beneath the shell.

I want the fever to grab me forever
and want YOU
to be MY fever.
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Deona Spiteri May 17
Love is everywhere,
It's in your friends, in your colleagues,
and even you.

Though sometimes we wonder,
If love is everywhere, why can't we find it?
Why is it sometimes so hard to find that person for us?
The person who seemingly makes our lives "special"
The person who makes us smile and laugh.
The person who makes us feel like the only person in the world?

I've looked for that love everywhere,
but every face I see, has another lying in beneath.
Every love I've found, hasn't seen me as theirs.
I watch as everyone has someone who will listen to all their troubles,
someone who makes them laugh and smile,
someone who makes them feel like the only person in the world.

I wonder, why can't that be me?
Is it something to do with my personality?
Maybe I'm not tall enough, blonde enough, or even pretty enough?
Or I'm just not loveable enough.

I'm always told to be patient, wait for my time.
But everyday I just get closer to the line,
Of hoping that someone I'll love will be mine.
I don't really know what in particular made me want to write this, but here you go:3
Aaamour May 13
is her favourite colour red?
Like a rose filled with passion and worth loving everyday
or she makes me bleed when I try to hold her
I notice that her hands are red
is it blood of her prior lover or just his kisses
can she ever be a rose of another colour
yellow, pink, white maybe? But then
If I held her then my blood would stain her beauty
now it blends in perfectly like a teardrop in rain
deeper the colour of her lips
for every stroke of petals she touches
but like wine for every passing year
she’ll just get better and better
is her favourite colour blue?
she brings my life out of the blue
like a sea I’ll never know everything about her
which makes me think all the time
and sometimes even dream about her
she is like a moon on a dark blue night
lighting up my life allowing me to see the stars
is her favourite colour green?
Like a leaf she inhales my sorrows and exhale love
she has the ability to change a simple caterpillar
into a colourful butterfly filled with so many colours
many of their names I don’t even know
every spring she is a new shade of green
watching her multiplying like hyacinth over my lake
is that all? No!
She might like white, pink or even exotics like gold
whatever she likes I know she will always colour up my life.
JAMIL HUSSAIN May 10
Your lips, they speak in whispers sweet,
A language only hearts can greet.
In every kiss, a universe,
A silent verse, a lover’s curse.
The Kiss of a Thousand Words 10/05/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
I’m a crybaby
Lying on her lap—so deep.
Reading poems
I’ve written for her
She dares to believe.

She twirls~ my hair—
Twice—twice it entices
Loving the way she ponders
Before she realizes.

I’m a crybaby
Lost in the night.

On her lap
I’ve found my lonely paradise.
~_~
Joshua Phelps Mar 30
Heart beating,
short of breath.

I wake up alone
and wonder:

What would life be like

without you by my side?

The fear of losing you
leaves me choked up inside,

but I'm doing my best
to cast those feelings aside.

It's taken me so long
to open my eyes,

a long journey marred by mistakes,
one after another.

It's taken me so long just
to let my guard down and try.

Sick and tired of building up walls,
I'm simply tired of losing it all.

I'll do everything in my power
to save myself from the fall,

just to spend one more night

with you by my side.
Vishal Sharma Mar 26
I'd capture the wind
And bring you it's song,
But the breeze slips through my fingers,
It's where it belongs.
I'd paint the sky
With shades of your smile,
But the colors would fade after a while.
I'd weave a tale
Of dreams and delight,
But stories are whispers
Lost in the night.
So I give you my soul,
In whispers, in deeds,
In the quiet moments
Where love truly leads.
For the heart knows no bounds,
No lock, no key,
It's yours, ever after,
For all eternity.
This poem evokes a bittersweet yet hopeful feeling—love may not be contained, but it can be felt, given, and shared in its purest form. The final lines cement the idea of unconditional devotion, making it resonate deeply.
To construe a feeling from deep deep within,
And to Have it out, form the words, yet to keep it in.  
The art of expression in a Quantified way.
Letting out some of the nuances, but keep others at bay.
The liberty to express what is really there.
All awhile no one's really there to hear.
And lest a fellow poet would
Take a peep.
Indeed 'Tis verily plausible the Sullied Secret may still Keep.
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