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World And Words

We promised each other the world when our worlds were slowly falling apart.

We loved each other before we even knew what love was;

Maybe that is why it took so long to define what we were feeling.

And sometimes, not knowing how to express this feeling left me feeling helpless,

Like I was exploring the unknown alone,

But then I'd reach out and grab your hand and realize

I'm never alone. 

We'll rebuild our worlds together and never be left in the dark again.

We don't need perfect,

We'll create our own perfect all on our own.

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Written by WistfulThinker in portal Poetry & Free Verse
World And Words
We promised each other the world when our worlds were slowly falling apart.
We loved each other before we even knew what love was;
Maybe that is why it took so long to define what we were feeling.
And sometimes, not knowing how to express this feeling left me feeling helpless,
Like I was exploring the unknown alone,
But then I'd reach out and grab your hand and realize
I'm never alone. 
We'll rebuild our worlds together and never be left in the dark again.
We don't need perfect,
We'll create our own perfect all on our own.


#romance  #love 
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I might be nothing to you

I might be nothing to you

but if I'm nothing to you then why would you kiss my forehead so gently as if you're worried you'll hurt me?

and if I'm nothing to you why would you hold my hand, squeezing it as if to remind me that you're there?

If I'm nothing to you why would you hold me in your arms so tight as if you're afraid I'll leave?

If I'm nothing to you why would you kiss me as if you'll never kiss me again?

and if I'm nothing to you why would you stay awake all night with me as if your sleep is far less important?

and why, if I'm nothing to you, would you look at me the way you do?

why would you look at me as if I mean something to you?

I might be something to you

but if I'm something to you why would you leave me questioning my worth, as if I'm merely a dandelion alongside the roses?

and if I'm something to you why would you let me feel so insecure, as if I'm in a room, all the walls preparing to collapse at any given moment?

if I'm something to you why would you leave me wondering whether you'll want me when the seasons change, as if as it gets warmer you'll no longer want the warmth of my touch?

and if I'm something to you why would you not let me be yours, as if I'm only good for the chase?

I might be nothing to you

but goddamn you're something to me

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Written by seashelldreamer
I might be nothing to you
I might be nothing to you
but if I'm nothing to you then why would you kiss my forehead so gently as if you're worried you'll hurt me?
and if I'm nothing to you why would you hold my hand, squeezing it as if to remind me that you're there?
If I'm nothing to you why would you hold me in your arms so tight as if you're afraid I'll leave?
If I'm nothing to you why would you kiss me as if you'll never kiss me again?
and if I'm nothing to you why would you stay awake all night with me as if your sleep is far less important?
and why, if I'm nothing to you, would you look at me the way you do?
why would you look at me as if I mean something to you?


I might be something to you
but if I'm something to you why would you leave me questioning my worth, as if I'm merely a dandelion alongside the roses?
and if I'm something to you why would you let me feel so insecure, as if I'm in a room, all the walls preparing to collapse at any given moment?
if I'm something to you why would you leave me wondering whether you'll want me when the seasons change, as if as it gets warmer you'll no longer want the warmth of my touch?
and if I'm something to you why would you not let me be yours, as if I'm only good for the chase?
I might be nothing to you
but goddamn you're something to me
#romance  #poetry  #love  #nothing  #something  #infatuation 
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Written by peachpoetry in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Was there the Color Yellow Before I Met Her?

Six letters.

Three vowels.

Three consonants.

Two syllables.

This is what is happening to me

Aaron Johnson sings for me -

“Now the first time I saw

Maggie

She took my breath away.”

This is so embarrassing,

Being a writer at such a loss of words

I reference a movie in my poem

She is as melodic as a canary

With a smile even the sun competes with

She is

Yellow—yes, yellow:

The most luminous color on the spectrum.

Warm enough to keep me safe,

Though not enough to burn,

Not enough to hurt

Yellow like the bumblebee -

Psychics defying,

“Anything is possible.”

Humble,

Spreading love and balance in abundance

Yellow like the daffodil -

Ground breaking,

“New beginnings.”

Rebirth,

She teaches me how to feel again

Yellow like the deity (she is) -

The goddess,

“The light at the end of the tunnel.”

Searching,

For herself

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Written by peachpoetry in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Was there the Color Yellow Before I Met Her?
Six letters.
Three vowels.
Three consonants.
Two syllables.
This is what is happening to me

Aaron Johnson sings for me -
“Now the first time I saw
Maggie
She took my breath away.”

This is so embarrassing,
Being a writer at such a loss of words
I reference a movie in my poem

She is as melodic as a canary
With a smile even the sun competes with

She is
Yellow—yes, yellow:
The most luminous color on the spectrum.
Warm enough to keep me safe,
Though not enough to burn,
Not enough to hurt

Yellow like the bumblebee -
Psychics defying,
“Anything is possible.”
Humble,
Spreading love and balance in abundance

Yellow like the daffodil -
Ground breaking,
“New beginnings.”
Rebirth,
She teaches me how to feel again

Yellow like the deity (she is) -
The goddess,
“The light at the end of the tunnel.”
Searching,
For herself
#poetry  #love  #freeverse  #her  #lovepoem 
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Written by Jakethared in portal Simon & Schuster

Headed to Saint Jo's

She told me she’d make it to Saint Jo’s. I sat with this for a bit, must’ve been 10 minutes or so. I couldn’t think of a response that seemed fitting. All the while she had been moving along through her life, same as me, developing and learning who we were when we were alone with only ourselves as company. Estranged, gone, alien, I had no response suitable for this bold statement of determination. All I could muster was a deadpan “ok”. That’s all I had. I had long ago decided that I needed to be free of mind from the delusion of a happy life, one where love can find you seated in anticipation, patient and hoping, ready to travel with a young lady headed to Saint Jo’s.

It felt sad at first, the realization that there were things more powerful than the wanting, the need for companionship in being. After a while, though, I became numb to it all, nothing could bring me down. And so, with my aloof self I carried on, again hoping to move forward, tamped down by the great meat grinder of existence that doesn’t give a shit about you or your little depressive mind.

There are things known and unknown to me that live within my soul-stuff. The known sits undisturbed, a place for established half-truths to dwell in solitude with little contemplation; you think “what is known is known, why should I beat the horse who’s expired? Why should I shake the tree hoping for some long gone fruit?” The unknowns are a problem though. They nag and pry, peel your mind in the pursuit of the everlasting twin lights of knowledge and wisdom.

In my half-hearted “ok” there was still hope, regardless of how hard I wanted to believe that I knew better. Hope is a chain that binds, cutting off circulation to your extremities, making you think that you’ve broken free somehow, yet when you tug to get away it fights back and slams you to the ground hard and flat on your back. No matter how hard I struggle against it, no matter the lengths I go to in an effort to cast of this iron shackling, I cannot overcome it.

Aleksandr Tvardovsky once wrote that “There are still hard times ahead for me, but never shall I be frightened.” I love this quote, it often inspires me to struggle against the abyss of the self, the complacency that grows year by year strangling everything that I hope to pursue and experience in a life that I have always imagined would be more finite than average. But it does not apply to me. I am afraid, so afraid. This girl, who has decided to go to Saint Jo’s will carry with her a luggage of my own making, handcrafted from the finest bark of a shattered self, carved to resemble the high walls that now protect me from the world that engulfs us all. I still carry Tvardovsy’s words, again hoping, hoping that someday they’ll inspire some ember in me to blaze and burn away the fat and sinew of my ongoing, narcissistic self-deprecation. Maybe then I’ll be able to say “Hey wait for me, I’m headed that way too.”

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Written by Jakethared in portal Simon & Schuster
Headed to Saint Jo's
She told me she’d make it to Saint Jo’s. I sat with this for a bit, must’ve been 10 minutes or so. I couldn’t think of a response that seemed fitting. All the while she had been moving along through her life, same as me, developing and learning who we were when we were alone with only ourselves as company. Estranged, gone, alien, I had no response suitable for this bold statement of determination. All I could muster was a deadpan “ok”. That’s all I had. I had long ago decided that I needed to be free of mind from the delusion of a happy life, one where love can find you seated in anticipation, patient and hoping, ready to travel with a young lady headed to Saint Jo’s.
It felt sad at first, the realization that there were things more powerful than the wanting, the need for companionship in being. After a while, though, I became numb to it all, nothing could bring me down. And so, with my aloof self I carried on, again hoping to move forward, tamped down by the great meat grinder of existence that doesn’t give a shit about you or your little depressive mind.
There are things known and unknown to me that live within my soul-stuff. The known sits undisturbed, a place for established half-truths to dwell in solitude with little contemplation; you think “what is known is known, why should I beat the horse who’s expired? Why should I shake the tree hoping for some long gone fruit?” The unknowns are a problem though. They nag and pry, peel your mind in the pursuit of the everlasting twin lights of knowledge and wisdom.
In my half-hearted “ok” there was still hope, regardless of how hard I wanted to believe that I knew better. Hope is a chain that binds, cutting off circulation to your extremities, making you think that you’ve broken free somehow, yet when you tug to get away it fights back and slams you to the ground hard and flat on your back. No matter how hard I struggle against it, no matter the lengths I go to in an effort to cast of this iron shackling, I cannot overcome it.
Aleksandr Tvardovsky once wrote that “There are still hard times ahead for me, but never shall I be frightened.” I love this quote, it often inspires me to struggle against the abyss of the self, the complacency that grows year by year strangling everything that I hope to pursue and experience in a life that I have always imagined would be more finite than average. But it does not apply to me. I am afraid, so afraid. This girl, who has decided to go to Saint Jo’s will carry with her a luggage of my own making, handcrafted from the finest bark of a shattered self, carved to resemble the high walls that now protect me from the world that engulfs us all. I still carry Tvardovsy’s words, again hoping, hoping that someday they’ll inspire some ember in me to blaze and burn away the fat and sinew of my ongoing, narcissistic self-deprecation. Maybe then I’ll be able to say “Hey wait for me, I’m headed that way too.”
#prose  #love  #streamofconsciousness  #hope  #oldmemories 
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Written by LadyOfBirds in portal Poetry & Free Verse

On a Rainy Day

In the window

In the window

I saw the future fall to pieces

In the window glass turns to snow

And all I've ever felt

All I've ever known

All I was ever shown

Begins to go

In the window

I see a kite

A child's smile

After a fight

The roses bloom

For Ellis and Daisy

Alone in a room

And carelessly lazy

A painter at work

In an old garden shed

And millions of flowers

That once lived are dead

But the roses thrive

And all is alive inside

Too narrow to see

Too wide to be

Without breath, he left

And all that stood was me

In the window

All I see is all I know

The only light we feel

That floods in to make us grow

Is stolen from a memory

That took place long ago

And all we have is ashes

And ashes and ashes and ashes

Without fault and blame

In the game the rain plays

In the window

In the window

I saw the past mend itself...

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Written by LadyOfBirds in portal Poetry & Free Verse
On a Rainy Day
In the window
In the window
I saw the future fall to pieces
In the window glass turns to snow
And all I've ever felt
All I've ever known
All I was ever shown
Begins to go

In the window
I see a kite
A child's smile
After a fight
The roses bloom
For Ellis and Daisy
Alone in a room
And carelessly lazy
A painter at work
In an old garden shed
And millions of flowers
That once lived are dead
But the roses thrive
And all is alive inside
Too narrow to see
Too wide to be
Without breath, he left
And all that stood was me

In the window
All I see is all I know
The only light we feel
That floods in to make us grow
Is stolen from a memory
That took place long ago
And all we have is ashes
And ashes and ashes and ashes
Without fault and blame
In the game the rain plays

In the window
In the window
I saw the past mend itself...



#poetry  #life  #love 
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In Inspiration of my new book : "Midnight Memos About Love by Nokulunga Mazibuko" What is the ONE truth/opinion/question/quote you have about Love??
Written by starryEyes

Greatest Love

To sacrifice your life to save another person, especially for someone who hates you or is "unlovable," is the greatest act of love there is.

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In Inspiration of my new book : "Midnight Memos About Love by Nokulunga Mazibuko" What is the ONE truth/opinion/question/quote you have about Love??
Written by starryEyes
Greatest Love
To sacrifice your life to save another person, especially for someone who hates you or is "unlovable," is the greatest act of love there is.
#challenge  #love  #opinion  #bible  #jesus 
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Chapter 42 of Of Love, Loss & Loneliness
Written by Cross in portal Poetry & Free Verse

L'amour Detruit

And I have said it before.

And I will say it again:

Love Destroys.

Relentlessly, she corrodes

Everything.

And you cannot hope

To escape

Her deathly grasp.

She feeds on your desires.

She intoxicates you with lies.

Let your guard down.

Let her in.

Embrace her.

She will devour you alive.

And you will feel no pain

Until it is too late.

Love, coupled with time,

Leads only to

Misery, and grief, and loss.

She claims all, and still

Hungers for more.

Love Destroys.

And when your time comes,

She will destroy you, too.

As she has done

To countless others before.

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Chapter 42 of Of Love, Loss & Loneliness
Written by Cross in portal Poetry & Free Verse
L'amour Detruit
And I have said it before.
And I will say it again:

Love Destroys.

Relentlessly, she corrodes
Everything.
And you cannot hope
To escape
Her deathly grasp.

She feeds on your desires.
She intoxicates you with lies.
Let your guard down.
Let her in.
Embrace her.
She will devour you alive.
And you will feel no pain
Until it is too late.

Love, coupled with time,
Leads only to
Misery, and grief, and loss.

She claims all, and still
Hungers for more.

Love Destroys.
And when your time comes,
She will destroy you, too.

As she has done
To countless others before.
#poetry  #love  #destruction  #LLL 
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What's the difference between love and lust? (I dont have anything particular in mind, so just run with it)
Written by Harry_Situation in portal Micropoetry

Love vs Lust

Love is a cure

To sadness, loneliness, and sorrow

Giving joy and delight

Lust is a poison

To mind, heart, and soul

Causing despair and spite

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What's the difference between love and lust? (I dont have anything particular in mind, so just run with it)
Written by Harry_Situation in portal Micropoetry
Love vs Lust
Love is a cure
To sadness, loneliness, and sorrow
Giving joy and delight

Lust is a poison
To mind, heart, and soul
Causing despair and spite
#poetry  #love  #lust 
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Okay, just curious, but how do you talk to someone you think it incredibly cute but can't find the words to articulate your feelings? You can write advice, poetry, prose, fiction, non-fiction, anything.
Written by WhiteRain

Hello

I'd like to say

if I may

I find your company not too bleak

to take from stone

or earth far thrown

I'd say you're soul is good to speak 

But how can I 

and yes I try

remind you of what you must see

I'll say in jest

"You're not the best."

but you mean so much more to me

Today I've texted

fear has bested

what I typed was "I love you."

but as the bubbled

text rose and fell troubled

I ended up just sending "I'd be mad too." 

Our conversations

lapped sensations

love, and hope and cherish here

so during rants 

I'll take the chance 

to say "You're more than a friend." so I am clear

But you are strong

and I was wrong

I didn't need to poetry lace 

that dreaded trio

of words dripping feel 

we walked and I said it to your face 

I think you're shocked

and I am mocked

by mind's reprieve "You stupid shrew!" 

but now listen here

if your hearts fear 

the words are worth the pain if untrue

So say them please

if not to the trees

it helps to hear the truth now spoke

and maybe then

without a pen

you'll find your joy cannot be broke 

If no is your answer

don't hate the shot chance here

the messenger was just a little hopeful

and when it is faded

the blood slowly waded

through life you'll find that love is still focal 

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Okay, just curious, but how do you talk to someone you think it incredibly cute but can't find the words to articulate your feelings? You can write advice, poetry, prose, fiction, non-fiction, anything.
Written by WhiteRain
Hello
I'd like to say
if I may
I find your company not too bleak
to take from stone
or earth far thrown
I'd say you're soul is good to speak 
But how can I 
and yes I try
remind you of what you must see
I'll say in jest
"You're not the best."
but you mean so much more to me
Today I've texted
fear has bested
what I typed was "I love you."
but as the bubbled
text rose and fell troubled
I ended up just sending "I'd be mad too." 
Our conversations
lapped sensations
love, and hope and cherish here
so during rants 
I'll take the chance 
to say "You're more than a friend." so I am clear
But you are strong
and I was wrong
I didn't need to poetry lace 
that dreaded trio
of words dripping feel 
we walked and I said it to your face 
I think you're shocked
and I am mocked
by mind's reprieve "You stupid shrew!" 
but now listen here
if your hearts fear 
the words are worth the pain if untrue
So say them please
if not to the trees
it helps to hear the truth now spoke
and maybe then
without a pen
you'll find your joy cannot be broke 
If no is your answer
don't hate the shot chance here
the messenger was just a little hopeful
and when it is faded
the blood slowly waded
through life you'll find that love is still focal 

#poetry  #love  #speak  #takeit 
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Written by MaggieFreema in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Lost ~or~ Girl Named Lonely

I've

I've lost...

...something...

...something important...

A love, perhaps?

Or a thimble?

Perhaps a lock of hair, tied with ribbon?

But how can you lose love

If you never had it in the first place?

How do you know you're Lonely

If you've never known any other name?

Perhaps

Someday

I'll find what I've

Lost

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Written by MaggieFreema in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Lost ~or~ Girl Named Lonely
I've
I've lost...

...something...

...something important...

A love, perhaps?
Or a thimble?
Perhaps a lock of hair, tied with ribbon?

But how can you lose love
If you never had it in the first place?

How do you know you're Lonely
If you've never known any other name?

Perhaps
Someday

I'll find what I've
Lost
#poetry  #love  #heartbreak  #lost  #lonely 
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