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Ann Aug 2018
keep your eyes closed love.

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       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
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                                                                ­ l                  to is what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                                                               ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.
"Keep your eyes closed, love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the sound of the waves tells you to do."

When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process repeating all over again.
Jayantee Khare Jul 2018
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a cup of poetic tea
now becomes ready
when emotions simmer
       on a flame dimmer  @
           with subtle swirls       @
            twirls and whirls         @
           added with words         @
          the aroma spreads        @
      strained out the waste  @
the perfect taste
and here it's ready
the poetry ...the tea!
Tried the shape poetry
Druzzayne Rika Jul 2018
Colours mixing with each other
there is a new colour born
a new shade
taking the new shape
blinding the landscape

spiralling out of control
not in hold
spilling its content
without intent
ripping over
and under
unclear
emptying till it disappears
it is gone now.
Amanda Kay Burke Jun 2018
Things do not have to be this way
It is not too late to change our fate
Take a moment and think back
To the night we had our first real date

Close your eyes, remember my lips
Shaking and scared I used to be
I was young, I believed in you
Coaxed every ounce of trust out of me

I found confidence in your soft skin
Soul blossomed in your cupped hand
Sweet moments created me
Though they never went the way planned

You left me broken, bent out of shape
All but destroyed with despair
There is still a glimpse of that innocent child
Inside me is the girl I was before I had you there
We leave different past selves behind as we grow.
john Apr 2018
this poem
is written in
the contour
of my
body
to represent what
shoulders against me and how
they pit inside me. I can't quite nearly
explain how impeccable this here poem
needs to be for this plan to work out
perfectly, but i hope you can stomach
the sappiness of this cliché plummet
from my head to the toe, to my, (well,
you know). So obviously by now
we've gotten down to the belt
of my body-shaped feelings
i was telling you about
these things are my
legs, on top of which
i stand, and by now
we're near the bottom
according to plan
the things which
support me like
a right hand
man. It's the
little things
that count
like lying
down in
the sand.
I wrote this in the shape of a person
Alec Astaire Apr 2018
I can only speculate it would be easier
If I never had embodied her personality
Cause in my attempt to appease her
I made her into a part of me

And maybe that was my first red flag:
That a mirror was my most alluring
        persona
If she was a spill then I was her rag
For I had no space within me for anything
        once she was soaked up

And I’m not saying I regret it
Allowing her laugh to ignite my soul
And though I’ve tried, I’ll never forget it
The best parts of her have made me whole

She made me courageous, flirtatious
She taught me the meaning of nobility
How to take every happy moment and
        own it
And how to truly appreciate my God-
        given abilities

Even though I made a handful of mistakes
Like that time I let my anger get the best of
        me
She loved me through my darkest days
And she forever cooled my temper’s heat

But perhaps the hardest thing to wrap my
        mind around is how-
How am I supposed to ever love someone
        else
When I can’t help but compare them to her
        even now
Don’t get me wrong I did this to myself

When I stole some parts of her
In order to create the best parts of me
How could anyone ever measure up
When I was literally made for her, you see

It’s harder than one might think
To ever imagine doing that again
Taking another’s personality
To create an even better me when-

She’s the greatest person I have ever met
        in my life
And after having spent 9 long years loving her
I really don’t understand how I can ever
        expect anyone else to simply be
           second best
When everyday the mirror reminds me of
        how I must live without her forever
Reflecting on my best friend who got married.
She definitely loved me, but never the way I loved her

Update: 9-22-2020
The original line is "And after having spent 7 long years loving her",
but I update the number every year it stays true
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