LOVE STORY
Love's color Has the smell Of GunPowder, My Love! My Soul, Unexploded Bomb Of a war With myself, Awaits you To step On it!
Read More →Genre
Poetry
233 works
Virtual
the face I see, I dream tomorrow I'd love my fingertips forgot the longing for whispers attics and shadows in above, deciphering braille on lover's sighs the shotgun father preparing the wedding below running, running until our love grew tired...
Read More →Whispering deserter
Last night I deserted the war that was waged between the entities were left in the trenches they owned and still demanding the title I rolled under grass, into the meadows where the ships were resting sideways, onto the corn...
Read More →The Good Days
Today’s a happier day, it’s brighter Don’t mind the rapier’s sway, don’t fight ‘er I get up, I go out, I get it done I do this, I do that, and I do one The day – it just calls...
Read More →allow
Allow me to love you my distant stranger aside from mundane and lips and intercourse building an untruthful trust of glimpses touched by the eyelids the should’ve could have been tomorrow would have existed only if we weren’t so human...
Read More →the ontology of time
lying on my bed, gulping from the time I do not have I seem to lack in something Because everyone does not seems to like the way I'm gulping from their time
Read More →At last
i unspoke unsang and undreamed i unblinded i walked i unstopped i untouched the unfathomed i
Read More →Reflection of a Dream
Out of the darkness of my dream, The flash of a light beam, You appeared before my eyes. That was a sign in my life, To know that I will be alright. All my pleads and my cries, Were answered...
Read More →input/output
saying this by writing it means that I'm silent when I speak to you there is no sound because of the technology because of the distance but the sound could be a song, without a voice because of the instrument...
Read More →Stootzen, stationless & plane… still
afraid not knowing I became I touched it all exists of bars, and chains, and anguish eviscerated beings of being I saw I see through my shut eyelids a bowl of potluck spewing against the gravitation its own impunity of...
Read More →GATEWAY
Pushing away walls of doubt Anticipation takes over With every breath Heightened minds feeding off unspoken words Treading in warm pools of expectation Digging deeper into intuitions Floating on invisible hands Lips no less than blissful perfection Aching expectations give...
Read More →The EDGE
Hold my eyes, never let go Release yourself into my hands Inhale and breath your secret demands Graciously I wait the pounding of your heart Euphoria flies on wings of a dove Sending you to heaven on the clouds above...
Read More →when i write some poetry nowdays ,i don't think at poetry at all if someone will like to ask :hey what's all this poetry on about? some unexpensive buzz and rotten feelings? I would have to say :mate , is...
Read More →Garden of Pleasure
Music flows sublime Thorns of Fire Stirring from the inside out Rosebuds reaching out Waiting, waiting for the heat Of the high noon sun Crimson petals in full flush Dew drops of morning Suns rays sending of prisms of color...
Read More →A Prayer in the Dark
By: Miranda Renee My eyes always hide my sorrow. I ask Mr.Clock if I can have some more time to borrow. …He always says "no" . He always tells me I've got some other place to go. And I know....
Read More →Intimate
Drawn to closeness then blinded by betrayal Swept up by love then humiliated by its loss Driven by hope then bound by fear. You smelled the scent of fear in what I write As though your mind was created for...
Read More →I Have Been Found
What I Know what I have found My love for you Is the ultimate sound All your thoughts come through Tip of the ice burg As I open up to you Lady in waiting Mind blowing words you give me...
Read More →Openly Visible
By: Miranda Renee I step out into the open, Where the sky looks heavy with rain, I walk across the soft grass, And I feel the dampness touch my face, I've been treading softly, My foot steps were never shown,...
Read More →Deal with the devil
I have had both feet in hell for so long, Despite the anguish, I try to stand strong. This barrier I call a flesh cage, I tried to break free from this rage. Everything had been taken from me So...
Read More →Deeply Awakened
By: Miranda Renee Up in the dark green tree I know, Where all the branches seem to flow, Something beneath me awaits to be unearthed. Before I let the door slowly close, It has always been my actions I have...
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