tonight

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tonight

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Come follow the tides of my beating heart
And everything will be within our reach
Tonight, we can make the moon blush
By making sandy love on a lonely beach

The ebb and flow of our writhing bodies
Will compose such an aquatic harmony
Tonight, we should abandon dry land
Let our delicious sighs be our symphony

Grains of sand will become smoking ashes
With our delicious loving making intensity
Tonight, we can slowly journey to forever
If we are submerged in love until eternity

silent love

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silent love

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My college sweetheart

Was a mute

With a warm heart

That always spoke to me

We held hands in the park

Stole kisses in the hallway

Made tender love

When my parents weren’t home

In her moments of sadness

She trembled in my arms

As she cried silent tears

That so badly needed to scream

She couldn’t whisper I love you

And by never saying it

My speechless lover taught me

Love is more than just a word

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Dedicated to the girl I dated in college.

stirring thoughts

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stirring thoughts

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Two sugars in my coffee
My spoon begins to churn
My mind becomes all milky
Over a girl I haven’t met

Sweetened thoughts of her
Swirl in my caffeine head
As if they were blended
By the lazy ceiling fan

Sinking into the whirlpool
Notions spiral out of control
The fan continues stirring thoughts
While my coffee is getting cold

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In all honestly, this poem should be labeled as a collaboration because in her poem entitled “no one’s world” my dear friend G. of Short Prose -Fiction ended her wonderful piece with the line “and your coffee’s getting cold.”

Please, take a moment to read her powerful poem that inspired my write; and see how she used contrasting lines in her finale as a delicious exclamation point.

no one’s world.

heart gallery

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heart gallery

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Impasto memories of you are paintings
Hanging in the walls of my heart
Forming a sentimental gallery
Of cubism and abstract art
For every remembrance on display
In this regretful museum of pastel hues
Serves as a lonely inspiration
Reminding me to forget you

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they belong to you and no one else

they belong to you and no one else

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Jammed my jellied kisses into mason jars
Stacked them all neatly upon a shelf
Stored away all of our antique memories
they belong to you and no one else

Folded all of my unused embroidered hugs
Finding chores for my lonesome self
Bubble wrapped eternal promises unkept
they belong to you and no one else

Fine pressed caresses are hanging off a rack
Staying busy since you left me by myself
Polished all of the shiny vows meant for only us
they belong to you and no one else

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Apologies for this bad poetry, Lonely Author can’t find his mojo.

Garden Of Poetry

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My poetry rarely contains much symbolism. However, my desire to improve as a poet urged me to pen this little write. (The symbolic meaning of every flower mentioned can be found at the end of the post). The inspiration for this piece comes from Nandita’s “The Root Of Life.”

Garden of Poetry

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Strolling through her stunning verses
the aroma of rhymes entices my lungs
as poetic sunflowers generate warmth
and her love blooms in flowery tongues

Her windblown kisses of Baby’s Breath
Are love florets providing a sweet motif
As we exchange our primrose affections
For I am her stem and she my adoring leaf

She will eternally be my sacred lotus
Planted inside the deepest part of me
As I’ve become the photosynthetic sun
‘ever nourishing her garden of poetry

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The image reminded me of you N. Eye liner, touch of lip gloss, and of course the flowers in the luxurious black hair.

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Sunflowers (adoration, longevity)
Baby’s Breath (purity of heart)
Primrose (eternal love)
Sacred Lotus (In Buddhist symbolism it represents purity of body, speech, & spirit)