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Love is always never enough.

I have given it the best I can.

The way I know how.

I thought that as long as I give love truly, wholeheartedly then it would be all that it takes to make you better, to make me better. But I was wrong.

Love was never the answer.

Love is a bully. It pushes you to give

and give until there's nothing left of you.Why do we love then when the only thing it gives back are broken souls and tears —hurts that never heal? We are all damned and death is the only thing waiting for us in the end.

What's wrong with love?

What's wrong with loving?

Love be kind, please be kind.

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Written by Soulhearts in portal Stream of Consciousness
Love is always never enough.
I have given it the best I can.
The way I know how.
I thought that as long as I give love truly, wholeheartedly then it would be all that it takes to make you better, to make me better. But I was wrong.
Love was never the answer.
Love is a bully. It pushes you to give
and give until there's nothing left of you.Why do we love then when the only thing it gives back are broken souls and tears —hurts that never heal? We are all damned and death is the only thing waiting for us in the end.
What's wrong with love?
What's wrong with loving?
Love be kind, please be kind.

#nonfiction  #life  #love  #opinion  #notapoem  #arantatlove  #arantatlife 
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Write a poem with the beginning line....I sat down by the river Styx.
Written by Syne in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Orpheus's Lament

I sat down by the River Styx

Knowing I'd never feel her kiss

My Eurydice

She was taken from me

Dissolved into the mist

And my hand it groped the hilt

As I agonized in my guilt

If I used the blade

Could I see her face?

Would in vain my blood be spilt?

But instead I built a pyre

And for her I played my lyre

I remembered her

Then her red embers

Welcomed me into the fire

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Written by Syne in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Orpheus's Lament
I sat down by the River Styx
Knowing I'd never feel her kiss
My Eurydice
She was taken from me
Dissolved into the mist

And my hand it groped the hilt
As I agonized in my guilt
If I used the blade
Could I see her face?
Would in vain my blood be spilt?

But instead I built a pyre
And for her I played my lyre
I remembered her
Then her red embers
Welcomed me into the fire
#fantasy  #fiction  #romance  #poetry  #mystery  #love  #spirituality  #mythology  #loss  #tragedy  #greek  #Orpheus  #eurydice 
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Written by Syne

Her Soul Within Our Soul

Note: This is actually a song I wrote some time ago for my father when my grandmother passed away. I thought I would share it here.

Heaven, you've opened up your door

To the loveliest angel

You've ever seen before

She's with you now

And father, you haven't let her go

She's gone to a place

Where she can look down below

And watch over you

Brother, do you remember how

We'd walk next to her

With our eyes on the ground

Hunting for gold

Well now you know she's up above

Eyes looking down

Heart still full of love

I can feel her in my soul

Her wisdom in the morning breeze

Her strength within our bones

Her light above the tallest trees

Her soul within our soul

Mother, do you remember well

The wisest of words

She'd always tell

There's nothing she didn't know

And father, I know you miss her so

But she's with us all

She hasn't let you go

I can feel it in my soul

Her wisdom in the morning breeze

Her strength within our bones

Her light above the tallest trees

Her soul within our soul

Her vision in our eyes

Her kindness in our hearts

Her words within our minds

Her soul within our soul

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Written by Syne
Her Soul Within Our Soul
Note: This is actually a song I wrote some time ago for my father when my grandmother passed away. I thought I would share it here.

Heaven, you've opened up your door
To the loveliest angel
You've ever seen before
She's with you now

And father, you haven't let her go
She's gone to a place
Where she can look down below
And watch over you

Brother, do you remember how
We'd walk next to her
With our eyes on the ground
Hunting for gold

Well now you know she's up above
Eyes looking down
Heart still full of love
I can feel her in my soul

Her wisdom in the morning breeze
Her strength within our bones
Her light above the tallest trees
Her soul within our soul

Mother, do you remember well
The wisest of words
She'd always tell
There's nothing she didn't know

And father, I know you miss her so
But she's with us all
She hasn't let you go
I can feel it in my soul

Her wisdom in the morning breeze
Her strength within our bones
Her light above the tallest trees
Her soul within our soul

Her vision in our eyes
Her kindness in our hearts
Her words within our minds
Her soul within our soul
#poetry  #philosophy  #death  #love  #spirituality  #lyrics  #heaven 
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What is home? Create a poem or a short story about home. Bring me there. Make me feel at home or not.
Written by Jasper in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Our Place

where the song of our life sings

where the whisper of our love lingers

where each antique piece has a history

where the fairy lights twinkle and candles flicker

where my love writes her stories

where we prepare our favorite meals

where we cuddle watching our shows

where the cats snuggle in laundry piles

where we share our deepest secrets

where we soothe each other’s inner demons

where we make our love under the moonlight

where our waking hours are better than our dreams

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What is home? Create a poem or a short story about home. Bring me there. Make me feel at home or not.
Written by Jasper in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Our Place
where the song of our life sings
where the whisper of our love lingers

where each antique piece has a history
where the fairy lights twinkle and candles flicker

where my love writes her stories
where we prepare our favorite meals

where we cuddle watching our shows
where the cats snuggle in laundry piles

where we share our deepest secrets
where we soothe each other’s inner demons

where we make our love under the moonlight
where our waking hours are better than our dreams
#romance  #poetry  #love  #home 
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Written by Kimba in portal Romance & Erotica

REMNANTS

He took what was left of her

and showed her how whole she was

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Written by Kimba in portal Romance & Erotica
REMNANTS
He took what was left of her
and showed her how whole she was
#romance  #poetry  #philosophy  #love  #spirituality 
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What is home? Create a poem or a short story about home. Bring me there. Make me feel at home or not.
Written by whiskeyglitter in portal Poetry & Free Verse

// I don't know when it happened

It used to be these walls.

It used to be these walls 

and that desk in the corner.

It used to be the big bed near the 

window and the clock on the stand.

It used to be the wood table 

and the mismatched chairs.

Then it became something else.

It became the jingle of my dogs

collar bouncing off the floor.

It became the crackle of oil in the pan 

and the smell of garlic on my clothes.

It became sleeping diagonal 

on that big bed just because I could.

It became my favorite coconut shampoo 

and my too long, too hot showers.

It became leaving the windows 

open and the lights off because 

I liked the breeze and the sunshine.

It became dancing around 

to "Georgia on My Mind" 

in the middle of the night while 

I made the dinner I forgot to eat.

I don't know when it happened.

I thought it was supposed to be this place.

It was this place for a long time.

But now.

Now it's you bubble-singing to me 

while you brush your teeth 

and I fog up the mirror.

Now it's the way you look at me 

across the table while we have

the dinner you remind me to eat.

Now it's you dancing with our dog 

while I make breakfast 

in the bright light of morning and 

the sounds of traffic from downstairs.

Now it's me getting flowers for 

the stand because I thought of you and

how you’d smile when you saw them.

Now it's having you,

tangled up with me in this 

too-big bed by the window.

Now it's when you kiss me

with those lips 

and those eyes 

and that body

and I think how

this is it because

now it's you.

Now it's you you you.

I don't know when it happened.

But it did.

It's not the walls.

It's not the table or the clock.

It happened and it's you.

You, darling, are home.

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Written by whiskeyglitter in portal Poetry & Free Verse
// I don't know when it happened
It used to be these walls.
It used to be these walls 
and that desk in the corner.
It used to be the big bed near the 
window and the clock on the stand.
It used to be the wood table 
and the mismatched chairs.

Then it became something else.
It became the jingle of my dogs
collar bouncing off the floor.
It became the crackle of oil in the pan 
and the smell of garlic on my clothes.
It became sleeping diagonal 
on that big bed just because I could.
It became my favorite coconut shampoo 
and my too long, too hot showers.
It became leaving the windows 
open and the lights off because 
I liked the breeze and the sunshine.
It became dancing around 
to "Georgia on My Mind" 
in the middle of the night while 
I made the dinner I forgot to eat.

I don't know when it happened.
I thought it was supposed to be this place.
It was this place for a long time.

But now.
Now it's you bubble-singing to me 
while you brush your teeth 
and I fog up the mirror.
Now it's the way you look at me 
across the table while we have
the dinner you remind me to eat.
Now it's you dancing with our dog 
while I make breakfast 
in the bright light of morning and 
the sounds of traffic from downstairs.
Now it's me getting flowers for 
the stand because I thought of you and
how you’d smile when you saw them.
Now it's having you,
tangled up with me in this 
too-big bed by the window.
Now it's when you kiss me
with those lips 
and those eyes 
and that body
and I think how
this is it because
now it's you.
Now it's you you you.

I don't know when it happened.
But it did.
It's not the walls.
It's not the table or the clock.
It happened and it's you.

You, darling, are home.
#love  #home  #you 
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Written by Kimba in portal Romance & Erotica

LOCKED

"Take the key to my heart,

and lock the door," she says.

"Then swallow it down

so the world can't touch us."

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Written by Kimba in portal Romance & Erotica
LOCKED
"Take the key to my heart,
and lock the door," she says.
"Then swallow it down
so the world can't touch us."
#romance  #poetry  #love  #him 
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Written by Kimba in portal Romance & Erotica

INFINITESIMAL

Their eyes met

and that one infinitesimal moment

held their entire future

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Written by Kimba in portal Romance & Erotica
INFINITESIMAL
Their eyes met
and that one infinitesimal moment
held their entire future
#romance  #poetry  #love 
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Written by JayChimera in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Silk.

If words of red were written on sweet shy satin and you wish for weak worship beneath.

You will have to pull the recoiling ribbon from behind my biting teeth.

If words of red gave up grinding between a precious patient pallet and you could not bare the compelling colour any more.

The aching arrow pointing to your heart will paint your picture violet.

If words of red were a craving caught in my mouth within the cotton and you are curious among the questioning quilt.

You will have to weave the tender thread you thought that I'd forgotten.

Like a restless rose trapped in a cage, my tongue forms into a wilt.

I cannot unravel my cautious courage for these words are sewn into the silk.

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Written by JayChimera in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Silk.
If words of red were written on sweet shy satin and you wish for weak worship beneath.
You will have to pull the recoiling ribbon from behind my biting teeth.

If words of red gave up grinding between a precious patient pallet and you could not bare the compelling colour any more.
The aching arrow pointing to your heart will paint your picture violet.

If words of red were a craving caught in my mouth within the cotton and you are curious among the questioning quilt.
You will have to weave the tender thread you thought that I'd forgotten.

Like a restless rose trapped in a cage, my tongue forms into a wilt.
I cannot unravel my cautious courage for these words are sewn into the silk.
#poetry  #love  #silk 
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Written by Ritika in portal Words

Happy ending

We never made it you and I.

In spite of the passion,

The need ran dry.

Thrown apart time and again;

Twisting, turning the world kept whirling,

And like two besotted magnets we kept returning.

We never made it you and I,

However much our souls did try.

Take a step away you and I,

Don't look back because the heart's breaking.

Blood red eyes, but a smile's escaping.

Don't worry darling,

I can feel the tide turning.

For wavering lovers this is a finished story,

But for souls like ours it's just the beginning.

Dance of the angels and the planets are singing,

In another lifetime we'll get our own happy ending.

Ritika Jolly

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Written by Ritika in portal Words
Happy ending
We never made it you and I.
In spite of the passion,
The need ran dry.
Thrown apart time and again;
Twisting, turning the world kept whirling,
And like two besotted magnets we kept returning.
We never made it you and I,
However much our souls did try.
Take a step away you and I,
Don't look back because the heart's breaking.
Blood red eyes, but a smile's escaping.
Don't worry darling,
I can feel the tide turning.
For wavering lovers this is a finished story,
But for souls like ours it's just the beginning.
Dance of the angels and the planets are singing,
In another lifetime we'll get our own happy ending.
Ritika Jolly
#fiction  #romance  #poetry  #love 
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