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Written by Soulhearts in portal Haiku

intricate pattern

a carefully woven web

silk the scars we wear

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Written by Soulhearts in portal Haiku
intricate pattern
a carefully woven web
silk the scars we wear
#poetry  #philosophy  #haiku  #spirituality  #culture  #micropoetry 
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Written by Soulhearts in portal Poetry & Free Verse

The House I Live In

I live in a place where the walls are

uniformly lined Evergreens.

The ceiling is of white

puffy pillowy cumulus clouds

painting the cerulean sky.

The floors are made of moist green grass dotted with

pink and yellow wildflowers.

The air is a scented mix of freshly watered earth and sweet lavender.

Where the birds chirp a constant lullaby and the wind blows whispers

to the tune of the rustling leaves.

Butterflies and fireflies

are frolicking lovers here.

Never tiring, prancing till dusk.

Where the sun daily rises

to dance and play with lights and shadows.

I drink from a cold running brook

that refreshes my spirit

and eat freshly plucked blossoms

that perfumes my soul.

I sleep to the sound of rolling ripples,

set in a minuet of moonbeams.

This is your house

The house I love

The house I live in

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Written by Soulhearts in portal Poetry & Free Verse
The House I Live In
I live in a place where the walls are
uniformly lined Evergreens.
The ceiling is of white
puffy pillowy cumulus clouds
painting the cerulean sky.
The floors are made of moist green grass dotted with
pink and yellow wildflowers.

The air is a scented mix of freshly watered earth and sweet lavender.
Where the birds chirp a constant lullaby and the wind blows whispers
to the tune of the rustling leaves.

Butterflies and fireflies
are frolicking lovers here.
Never tiring, prancing till dusk.
Where the sun daily rises
to dance and play with lights and shadows.

I drink from a cold running brook
that refreshes my spirit
and eat freshly plucked blossoms
that perfumes my soul.
I sleep to the sound of rolling ripples,
set in a minuet of moonbeams.

This is your house
The house I love
The house I live in
#fantasy  #poetry  #philosophy  #spirituality  #culture 
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Written by Soulhearts in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Blue

I look into your eyes

and I'm drowning

in the deep blue sea.

Buoyed up words of hope

from your mouth floats

as I hold on to debris.

I close my eyes

and the waves took me deeper. Suddenly, the sea's not as blue.

There's nothing to hold on to.

Only my pale skin has turned blue

as I drowned in you.

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Written by Soulhearts in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Blue
I look into your eyes
and I'm drowning
in the deep blue sea.

Buoyed up words of hope
from your mouth floats
as I hold on to debris.

I close my eyes
and the waves took me deeper. Suddenly, the sea's not as blue.

There's nothing to hold on to.
Only my pale skin has turned blue
as I drowned in you.





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Written by Soulhearts in portal Romance & Erotica

clasped to arms that hold me down

soft moans and whispers travels

hot breath on my neck

mists moistens skin

hands that tug and tease

lips that taste and kiss

lust explodes

oh what sweet release

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Written by Soulhearts in portal Romance & Erotica
clasped to arms that hold me down
soft moans and whispers travels
hot breath on my neck
mists moistens skin
hands that tug and tease
lips that taste and kiss
lust explodes
oh what sweet release

#romance  #poetry  #micropoetry  #erotica 
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Written by Soulhearts in portal Micropoetry

only the broken can love

all the bits and pieces

break me then

that I may be loved by you

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Written by Soulhearts in portal Micropoetry
only the broken can love
all the bits and pieces
break me then
that I may be loved by you




#poetry  #philosophy  #micropoetry 
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Written by Soulhearts in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Deceived

How do I begin to utter

the voice this heart contains?

Out of tune refrains—broken notes.

Hymns I wouldn't want to sing. 

A veil of lace covers my face,

an unpatterned woven loom.

An intricate mask of lies,

becoming my second skin.  

I live inside a hollow.

Where mist and darkness swallows.

Stuck to a time that's passed,

shackled to a love that was.

clipped wings trapped

in the folds of deceit

a dying butterfly

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Written by Soulhearts in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Deceived
How do I begin to utter
the voice this heart contains?
Out of tune refrains—broken notes.
Hymns I wouldn't want to sing. 

A veil of lace covers my face,
an unpatterned woven loom.
An intricate mask of lies,
becoming my second skin.  

I live inside a hollow.
Where mist and darkness swallows.
Stuck to a time that's passed,
shackled to a love that was.

clipped wings trapped
in the folds of deceit
a dying butterfly
#poetry  #philosophy  #spirituality  #micropoetry  #haibun 
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Written by Soulhearts in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Purpose

No purpose

these hands

if not held

by yours.

No purpose

these feet

if not followed

by yours.

No purpose

this face

if not adored

by you.

No purpose

this life

if not lived

with you.

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Written by Soulhearts in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Purpose
No purpose
these hands
if not held
by yours.

No purpose
these feet
if not followed
by yours.

No purpose
this face
if not adored
by you.

No purpose
this life
if not lived
with you.
#romance  #poetry  #micropoetry 
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Written by Soulhearts in portal Romance & Erotica

Touch

Is it bad to say

I miss you.

Is it bad to say

I need you.

Is it bad to say

I touch myself

because

I miss you

I need you

and I just badly

needed to say.

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Written by Soulhearts in portal Romance & Erotica
Touch
Is it bad to say
I miss you.
Is it bad to say
I need you.
Is it bad to say
I touch myself
because
I miss you
I need you
and I just badly
needed to say.



#romance  #erotica 
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Written by Soulhearts in portal Haiku

Hungry for your touch

Soft petals slowly open

Gentle rain falling

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Written by Soulhearts in portal Haiku
Hungry for your touch
Soft petals slowly open
Gentle rain falling
#poetry  #haiku  #micropoetry  #threelinepoetry 
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///// Nightdwellers 'Beginning Line' Challenge (May) ///// Write a piece of literature with the beginning line ‘Lost in the dark, tangled in silken threads’ Tag it #nightdwellers #beginningline. http://www.facebook.com/groups/NightdwellersWrites/
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Lost Landscape

Lost in the dark,

tangled in silken threads of lost love.

The trees are swaying

to hymns of dreams as twilight seeps

through a labyrinth of twisted boughs.

Sadness blooms in this garden of immortal ache where birdsong is a windswept rhythmic requiem.

A haunting melody plays in the stillness;

a constant rain, blood drips

and saturates the broken earth.

I am an eternal wanderer

in this unforgiving landscape.

Eyelids shut as I roam.

Lost in the dark,

tangled in silken threads of lost love.

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///// Nightdwellers 'Beginning Line' Challenge (May) ///// Write a piece of literature with the beginning line ‘Lost in the dark, tangled in silken threads’ Tag it #nightdwellers #beginningline. http://www.facebook.com/groups/NightdwellersWrites/
Written by Soulhearts
Lost Landscape
Lost in the dark,
tangled in silken threads of lost love.
The trees are swaying
to hymns of dreams as twilight seeps
through a labyrinth of twisted boughs.

Sadness blooms in this garden of immortal ache where birdsong is a windswept rhythmic requiem.
A haunting melody plays in the stillness;
a constant rain, blood drips
and saturates the broken earth.

I am an eternal wanderer
in this unforgiving landscape.
Eyelids shut as I roam.
Lost in the dark,
tangled in silken threads of lost love.
#poetry  #nightdwellers  #beginningline  #nightdwellerschallenge 
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