this is darkness, but this is love

you have me reeling through the middle of the night
emotions rocking and clock tocking in the wee hours
of the darkness and stillness of this velvety blackness
the constellations laugh down at me while i laugh up
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Avard31

This particular poem I wrote for the beginning of a movie script that I am writing for fun. It is based on my beautiful girlfriend of three years. I hope you enjoy it.

This love transcends all space and time
Our only purpose is to hear "you're mine."
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Whole

Stop showing
You love me
A little at a time.
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Revelations

Take the knife, twist it in my heart
Stand back, and watch me fall apart

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The Village Blacksmith

Under a spreading chestnut tree

the village smithy stands;

The smith, a mighty man is he,

With large and sinewy hands;

And the muscles of his brawny arms

Are strong as iron bands.

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Romantic Haiku

A simple yet mysterious haiku. Very cool please read:

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That Feeling

You know that feeling?

That feeling.
It only happens once in a while,
and it happens when you meet someone special.
You feel complete.

It feels like rose petals are flying around everywhere,
every time a pleasant breeze blows.
In the ocean of emotions, I am floating on the top.
I feel so light I believe I can fly.
All I have to do is spread out my wings
and I'll be flying.
But I can't do it alone.
I need you there with me, because without you,
the rose petals all fall to the ground,
the pleasant breeze stops blowing,
and I start feeling heavier,
and drown to the bottom,
where only the most hated of the emotions stay.
Without you,
I will be left incomplete.


By Nux

Just Tell Me

Tell me that it's over.

Tell me to give up.

Tell me that I broke your heart

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A Poem For YOU

In this world of Uncertainties

I’m the man that you can trust

And in my words of sincerity

That my love would never last.

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Loved

i love you he said
and i loved you too.
the word is loved,
past tense.

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Angela: A Woman Lost

Hey, where is Angela?
The brown eyes
The red lipstick
The slicked back hair
And a smile without a care
Did I bring her here today?
Do any of y’all see her or hear her in my voice?
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A unique poem that is hard to forget

God has granted you a confidence that is unmatched. 

He granted you friends and family who care. 

You helped me in my time of need and I will always remember that. 

But I see this path you are going down and I am begging you not to, it only leads to the devils lair.

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I Hate Love Poems

I hate love poems.
I love it when he writes them for me.
I love it when he recites them in my ear,
But i hate love poems.

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Trust

Sheltered by my own little cave
Only me can keep me safe
Scratches which never heal
Were ripped open again
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An Angel's Goodbye

As she looks down from the sky
She looks onto her grave
She was a young, innocent girl
That no one could save.

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The Bitter Cold

Like ice my heart hardens with the cold
My heart is dead and black, tossed aside, ripped asunder
Like lightning you have struck me down
You have broken my hopes just as thunder
Empty is my soul, without you I am but desolate flesh
You left me out in the dark
Was this what you wanted from the start?
Your rejection of my love has left me hallow
When I hear your voice it’s now tears that follow
When I sleep I am alive for I dream of you
But when I am awake I am dead for you are with someone new
Your beauty haunts my every thought Why my friend?
We had such happiness, one that could never be bought
On my love! I am ruined for you are no longer my love
You were my most cherished star, more beautiful than the heavens above
I was yours; my heart to you it was sold
But you have left me broken, numb, and cold


by Jason Mitchell



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That Breeze

It's not often that I write on a whim
that I blow off real work to ponder life,
yet I write so today, because today
I realized that if I hadn't gone up there,
up to the balcony
I would have never met him--a great chance to speak words
which I cannot speak every day.
What a lovely accent he has, how it reminds me
of places far away
Much like another boy I once knew--
and will know again.
Yes, I am certain of it,
because just now, a breeze came through the window.
A lovely breeze from far away
which ruffled my hair
and made me remember
that he's still there.

By Sarina101


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