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Written by Soulhearts in portal Micropoetry

Kiss

Those lips I kiss

With closed eyes I see

The kiss I'm needing

For which I'm feeling

It's you not him

Whose lips I'm kissing

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Written by Soulhearts in portal Micropoetry
Kiss
Those lips I kiss
With closed eyes I see
The kiss I'm needing
For which I'm feeling
It's you not him
Whose lips I'm kissing
#romance  #poetry  #micropoetry 
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Written by Soulhearts in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Love Poem

To you whom I adore and love,

Your name is that of a Skylark's song. My mouth becomes a garden filled with fragrant budding roses shyly blooming in spring when I speak.

Your face is the smile on my face when you look at me.

The one you gave me when we first met. I may lose my way but I know your face will always find me for you will be looking for that smile—the one you left and shared with me.

Your arms are my fortress, my strength. The one that always picks me up when I fall. You cradle me in your arms. Your hugs, my safe place. An umbrella in the rain.

Your chest is my favorite radio station.

I put my ear against it as I listen to that strong beat. Cheeks flushed as I watch that rise and fall when you breathe. Hearts in sync, warm blood flowing in our veins, we dance to the rhythm of our heartbeats.

Your hands are magic. They leave a trail of words in many secret places. Creating poems as it glides on my skin. A gentle carving on every line and curve. You touch not only my body but something deeper within.

Yours is the name

that made my soul sing.

Yours is the face that I gladly

wake up to on every new day.

The chest that houses my heart, my life.

The arms I will always hold on to.

The hand that writes my poetry.

I thank you for loving me.

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Written by Soulhearts in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Love Poem
To you whom I adore and love,

Your name is that of a Skylark's song. My mouth becomes a garden filled with fragrant budding roses shyly blooming in spring when I speak.

Your face is the smile on my face when you look at me.
The one you gave me when we first met. I may lose my way but I know your face will always find me for you will be looking for that smile—the one you left and shared with me.

Your arms are my fortress, my strength. The one that always picks me up when I fall. You cradle me in your arms. Your hugs, my safe place. An umbrella in the rain.

Your chest is my favorite radio station.
I put my ear against it as I listen to that strong beat. Cheeks flushed as I watch that rise and fall when you breathe. Hearts in sync, warm blood flowing in our veins, we dance to the rhythm of our heartbeats.

Your hands are magic. They leave a trail of words in many secret places. Creating poems as it glides on my skin. A gentle carving on every line and curve. You touch not only my body but something deeper within.

Yours is the name
that made my soul sing.
Yours is the face that I gladly
wake up to on every new day.
The chest that houses my heart, my life.
The arms I will always hold on to.
The hand that writes my poetry.

I thank you for loving me.
#romance  #poetry  #philosophy  #love  #lovepoem 
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Written by Soulhearts in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Woebegone

It's the eerie energy of a house with empty rooms. Powdered dust of moments left on old furnitures with parts slowly falling and decaying. All are useless. Left in haste, slowly dragging time to waste. Like the broken rooms of an empty heart—hollow laments echoing deep as sunbeam seeps through cracked walls. Allowing slivers of light to come in; warming frosted windows and trodden bloody floor as it shines. Love peeks out the tiny peephole on the door but only for a little while. Soon it retreats. Back to its space of slumber, a dark room of nothing filled with the brooding heavy clouds of repose.

dark and damp

wet and weary

grey clouds over me

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Woebegone
It's the eerie energy of a house with empty rooms. Powdered dust of moments left on old furnitures with parts slowly falling and decaying. All are useless. Left in haste, slowly dragging time to waste. Like the broken rooms of an empty heart—hollow laments echoing deep as sunbeam seeps through cracked walls. Allowing slivers of light to come in; warming frosted windows and trodden bloody floor as it shines. Love peeks out the tiny peephole on the door but only for a little while. Soon it retreats. Back to its space of slumber, a dark room of nothing filled with the brooding heavy clouds of repose.

dark and damp
wet and weary
grey clouds over me
#poetry  #philosophy  #haibun 
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Written by Soulhearts in portal Micropoetry

found a handwritten note

on yellowing paper

ink smeared from the eye that read it

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Written by Soulhearts in portal Micropoetry
found a handwritten note
on yellowing paper
ink smeared from the eye that read it
#poetry  #micropoetry  #threelinepoetry 
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Continuing with cloudyvision23's original challenge to passionately write about a food, this time choose a dessert, write a descriptive poem, then tag another Proser to continue the challenge. Please also tag me @ruffmiriam in the comments, as well as previous writers of this prompt, so we can all read the final result.
Written by Soulhearts in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Pork you!

I am staring at the white screen in front of me in an attempt to start writing something about food. I stare and stare but the ideas won't come. Chewing on my stylus ten minutes later I am still drawing blanks so I gave up. I will not even try it. My attention got distracted by the sound my stomach was making. I just woke up so I lazily dragged myself up from bed and went to the kitchen to fix myself some breakfast. I sifted through the contents of the refrigerator and found a package of pulled pork in a corner. I grabbed it and proceeded to read the instructions on the label. Having a hard time reading fine print, I had to look for a reading glass and luckily found one underneath a bean bag in the living room.

So back to the pulled pork...

There were three instructions on the label. First was to use the conventional oven. Nah! too long. Second was the stove top. Nah! too much work. Third was the microwave. Yes! Perfect choice. So using my thumb as reference I got a knife and slit approximately two inches on top of the plastic shrink wrap that the pulled pork came in; put it in the microwave for six minutes and Ding!

I took the dish out of the microwave and checked. I stirred it with a spoon and stuck a finger in to check the temperature. It wasn't hot enough for me so back in the microwave it went for another 30 seconds. Ding! Done. Now this time it was perfectly cooked... errr perfectly microwaved.

It was steaming and the flavors wafted tantalizing my nostrils.

I took my potato buns and spread a spoonful of the pulled pork. Posed in front of my mouth I held that perfectly smooth, and soft golden bread in my hand; warm in the center. As I held it there about to take my first bite, I realized I am missing something. I needed some hot sauce for that extra kick of flavor. I put my sandwich down and searched the pantry like a mad woman. Oh please God, let there be hot sauce in here. I searched and my prayers were immediately answered; behind the spaghetti boxes was an unopened Tabasco sauce. I hastily opened the bottle and sprinkled some on the meat. By this time my stomach was growling and I'm drinking saliva from my already too watery mouth. I picked up the sandwich, took the first big bite and boy oh boy! Did my mouth sing. The bun was soft as it sopped up the barbecue sauce. The pork was oh so tender with a slight give for that perfect chew. The flavors were bursting. Sweet, salty, vinegary tangy and spicy all at the same time. I took a second bite and the juices dripped. I caught some as I licked but most dribbled sloppily down my arm. It was like Salsa and Rhumba in my mouth. A fast, fun, slow, and sexy dance at the same time. I took another bite and my stomach stopped grumbling finally satisfied. I then proceeded to make another one and my write about food is done.

soft tender pull

melding flavors melting

a love affair with pork

*oh my g! I just realized that this was not about a dessert. Just noticed it while I was about to post. Decided to still post because I wrote with intent for this challenge. Sorry! :o

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Continuing with cloudyvision23's original challenge to passionately write about a food, this time choose a dessert, write a descriptive poem, then tag another Proser to continue the challenge. Please also tag me @ruffmiriam in the comments, as well as previous writers of this prompt, so we can all read the final result.
Written by Soulhearts in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Pork you!
I am staring at the white screen in front of me in an attempt to start writing something about food. I stare and stare but the ideas won't come. Chewing on my stylus ten minutes later I am still drawing blanks so I gave up. I will not even try it. My attention got distracted by the sound my stomach was making. I just woke up so I lazily dragged myself up from bed and went to the kitchen to fix myself some breakfast. I sifted through the contents of the refrigerator and found a package of pulled pork in a corner. I grabbed it and proceeded to read the instructions on the label. Having a hard time reading fine print, I had to look for a reading glass and luckily found one underneath a bean bag in the living room.
So back to the pulled pork...
There were three instructions on the label. First was to use the conventional oven. Nah! too long. Second was the stove top. Nah! too much work. Third was the microwave. Yes! Perfect choice. So using my thumb as reference I got a knife and slit approximately two inches on top of the plastic shrink wrap that the pulled pork came in; put it in the microwave for six minutes and Ding!
I took the dish out of the microwave and checked. I stirred it with a spoon and stuck a finger in to check the temperature. It wasn't hot enough for me so back in the microwave it went for another 30 seconds. Ding! Done. Now this time it was perfectly cooked... errr perfectly microwaved.
It was steaming and the flavors wafted tantalizing my nostrils.
I took my potato buns and spread a spoonful of the pulled pork. Posed in front of my mouth I held that perfectly smooth, and soft golden bread in my hand; warm in the center. As I held it there about to take my first bite, I realized I am missing something. I needed some hot sauce for that extra kick of flavor. I put my sandwich down and searched the pantry like a mad woman. Oh please God, let there be hot sauce in here. I searched and my prayers were immediately answered; behind the spaghetti boxes was an unopened Tabasco sauce. I hastily opened the bottle and sprinkled some on the meat. By this time my stomach was growling and I'm drinking saliva from my already too watery mouth. I picked up the sandwich, took the first big bite and boy oh boy! Did my mouth sing. The bun was soft as it sopped up the barbecue sauce. The pork was oh so tender with a slight give for that perfect chew. The flavors were bursting. Sweet, salty, vinegary tangy and spicy all at the same time. I took a second bite and the juices dripped. I caught some as I licked but most dribbled sloppily down my arm. It was like Salsa and Rhumba in my mouth. A fast, fun, slow, and sexy dance at the same time. I took another bite and my stomach stopped grumbling finally satisfied. I then proceeded to make another one and my write about food is done.

soft tender pull

melding flavors melting
a love affair with pork

*oh my g! I just realized that this was not about a dessert. Just noticed it while I was about to post. Decided to still post because I wrote with intent for this challenge. Sorry! :o
#food  #haibun  #foodchallenge 
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Written by Soulhearts in portal Micropoetry

we can always

unlove unlearn unfeel

but never

unbroken

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Written by Soulhearts in portal Micropoetry
we can always
unlove unlearn unfeel
but never
unbroken
#micropoetry 
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Written by Soulhearts in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Saying Goodbye

All that is, was.

Gone with time.

Now, is us letting go.

All we are, fleeting memories.

A love that's dead, long buried

in repeating cycles of the seasons.

We held on as long as we can.

We were autumn leaves clinging to branches refusing to fall.

The leaves did fall you know, for

the gusts were stronger than will.

Hearts were frozen like ice in winter, bleeding snow.

There were no welcoming trumpets

for the colors of spring nor summer days spent playing under the sun.

We left and lost ourselves as we let time pass us by.

Now I'm falling. I am melting.

My face towards the sun.

I'm getting out of this dark room.

I am saying goodbye.

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Written by Soulhearts in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Saying Goodbye
All that is, was.
Gone with time.
Now, is us letting go.
All we are, fleeting memories.
A love that's dead, long buried
in repeating cycles of the seasons.

We held on as long as we can.
We were autumn leaves clinging to branches refusing to fall.
The leaves did fall you know, for
the gusts were stronger than will.
Hearts were frozen like ice in winter, bleeding snow.
There were no welcoming trumpets
for the colors of spring nor summer days spent playing under the sun.
We left and lost ourselves as we let time pass us by.

Now I'm falling. I am melting.
My face towards the sun.
I'm getting out of this dark room.
I am saying goodbye.
#romance  #poetry  #philosophy 
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Pick a food and be passionate about it. Write a poem, tag another, and have a battle of colorful flavors! Good luck... and make me hungry!
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"Cherry " tagged by @firdaus to continue her "Fruit Orgy" read here, https://theprose.com/post/152764/fruit-orgy-part-4-the-naughty-rubypond

I popped a cherry

and did the juices drip.

Liquid fire, cherry red

on my lips as I licked.

Sweet and tart on my mouth

I just can't have enough.

I buried my face, sucked and spit,

until I had my fill.

Oh that fragrant mound!

Cherry, I'll eat you till I die.

@jwelker76 you are up!

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Pick a food and be passionate about it. Write a poem, tag another, and have a battle of colorful flavors! Good luck... and make me hungry!
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"Cherry " tagged by @firdaus to continue her "Fruit Orgy" read here, https://theprose.com/post/152764/fruit-orgy-part-4-the-naughty-rubypond
I popped a cherry
and did the juices drip.
Liquid fire, cherry red
on my lips as I licked.
Sweet and tart on my mouth
I just can't have enough.
I buried my face, sucked and spit,
until I had my fill.
Oh that fragrant mound!
Cherry, I'll eat you till I die.


@jwelker76 you are up!
#fiction  #poetry  #challenge  #micropoetry  #erotica  #sexyfruitchallenge 
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Written by Soulhearts in portal Romance & Erotica

Body Parts

You run your finger down my spine,

tracing every indentation and curve.

My skin felt like velvet you said.

As I sucked on one finger like a babe.

I kiss you on your lips but I fell,

on your nipples did my tongue play.

With a gentle tug on my hair,

spread your legs you did say.

Feeling the throb as I lay,

delicate moist petals quiver.

Dripping wet and waiting.

I closed my eyes and opened wide

to receive your swell.

*@Phynnebelle this was supposed to be for your challenge but it was more than 50 words.

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Written by Soulhearts in portal Romance & Erotica
Body Parts
You run your finger down my spine,
tracing every indentation and curve.
My skin felt like velvet you said.
As I sucked on one finger like a babe.
I kiss you on your lips but I fell,
on your nipples did my tongue play.
With a gentle tug on my hair,
spread your legs you did say.
Feeling the throb as I lay,
delicate moist petals quiver.
Dripping wet and waiting.
I closed my eyes and opened wide
to receive your swell.

*@Phynnebelle this was supposed to be for your challenge but it was more than 50 words.
#romance  #erotica  #sexy  #sexywrite 
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Written by Soulhearts in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Ambiguity

The minute spaces in between the letters of the words we write.

In the periods at the end of sentences that doesn't seem to stop the line.

In the commas that we use to somehow linger in the thought.

We are lost, floating in a vast ocean of words in between us.

Where the only thing certain are the ellipsis we so cautionary use.

Afraid of the truth in the answers to questions we dare not ask.

It hurts in knowing that we are close enough to hear each others' heartbeats but still far enough to not be able to say nor hear what we truly feel.

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Written by Soulhearts in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Ambiguity
The minute spaces in between the letters of the words we write.
In the periods at the end of sentences that doesn't seem to stop the line.
In the commas that we use to somehow linger in the thought.

We are lost, floating in a vast ocean of words in between us.
Where the only thing certain are the ellipsis we so cautionary use.
Afraid of the truth in the answers to questions we dare not ask.

It hurts in knowing that we are close enough to hear each others' heartbeats but still far enough to not be able to say nor hear what we truly feel.
#poetry  #philosophy  #thoughts 
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