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Her cheeks bend the corners of her eyes
Into eagle wings when she would smile,
Thinking twice of me, then flies my way,
Warmly perched on my desires awhile,
Yet her footsteps have now been lifted:
She had been headshot, the man bolted,
And her mortal form, just then, exalted.
Into eagle wings when she would smile,
Thinking twice of me, then flies my way,
Warmly perched on my desires awhile,
Yet her footsteps have now been lifted:
She had been headshot, the man bolted,
And her mortal form, just then, exalted.
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Moon of my Heart
When I reflect on her, I think of the Moon.
So alive and filled with magic,
never too bright, or too dim,
she hangs in my night's sky like a beacon,
showing me the truth of myself,
To gaze upon her is to dream endlessly of her touch,
yet remain a million stars apart.
She is neither here, nor there,
flitting effortlessly across my heart,
like a wayward ship upon a glass ocean.
And I will love her
till the End
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glass heart
till friday
i’m me
till friday
i’m free
and then on friday
i’ll return to this prison
that i used to call home —
dance behind the chains sneaking around my heart
squeezing, till i bleed happy tears
when i see your hazel eyes again
it’s nothing but stars under a dimly lit room
brighter than the aquamarine and diamonds that hang above my chest
that i clutch and finger;
a weak grip on a reality slipping
dangerously into fantasy; here
you touch here i crave
and our fingers and lips are dancing with our feet
till midnight, it’s blue and black that hide the flowers
blossoming into fulfilment when we’re c
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Persistence
Persistence
At the end, only the words persist
The feelings,
like flowers in the Winter,
crumble
Just the words remain:
Loneliness,
Emptiness,
Silence
They speak of feelings that no longer fit them
They speak of dreams and desires without echo
Just the words remain:
written in the endless cold of the night
mistaking delirious with hope
My poetry remains singing the meetings
but it's only about the searching
but it's only about the mismatch
My poetic universe is made of black holes
It is starless nights
It is deserted planets
Just the words remain:
"I love you",
"Kiss Me",
"I need you"
These, however, I do not recognize,
They are legend
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This poem was somewhat inspired by this woman's picture: ladymuffinart.deviantart.com/a…
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Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEE (a fun rhyme scheme that allows freedom, a break from rhyming in lines 1, 3 and 5).
I call the form this poem is written a Debonair Septet - explained here: vicariousoul.deviantart.com/ar…
When beauty meets devastation it is the most memorable moment. When writing this poem, it's as if it happened there before me.
Enjoy.
THERE IS [NO] AUTHORIZATION TO USE MY WORK IN ANY WAY, SHAPE,
OR FORM IN YOUR WORK. [NO] DOWNLOADS ARE ALLOWED.
COPYRIGHT © VicariouSoul. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEE (a fun rhyme scheme that allows freedom, a break from rhyming in lines 1, 3 and 5).
I call the form this poem is written a Debonair Septet - explained here: vicariousoul.deviantart.com/ar…
When beauty meets devastation it is the most memorable moment. When writing this poem, it's as if it happened there before me.
Enjoy.
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A gorgeous bit of rhyme. It goes well with the photo.