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The wait for you may be long, my love, But every moment is worth it, I vow. For your love is a treasure I cherish, A priceless gem I'll always relish.
By Laura4 years ago in Poets
My Soul Awaits Your Arrival My soul awaits your arrival, my love, As I stare at the stars above, Hoping for your presence to come,
I wait for you, my love, but you are not here, And as the hours pass, my heart fills with fear. The silence in the room is deafening,
Waiting for you, my heart beats slow, My mind is restless, my thoughts aglow, I'm lost in time, in thoughts of you, As I wait for your arrival, long overdue.
Solitary Woman It’s with an abundance of anticipation, She sits awaiting a meaningful summation. A comment, a word, a short verse perhaps two,
By Dan R Fowler4 years ago in Poets
They’re killing us One day at a time Isn’t it all so sublime Limelights and vaunted fights Over teams Over so called “culture wars”
By Atomic Historian4 years ago in Poets
It’s Valentine’s Day But you ain’t no saint You tell me that it is I tell you it ain’t Pale skin cherubs not really my vibe
By L4 years ago in Poets
I think perhaps I must be irredeemably dull, or else have been at the mercy of misfortune. Only in the past few days did I encounter for the first time the utterly heartfelt and ravishlingly luminous stanzas that are Keats' "Ode to a Nightingale".
By Andrew Scott4 years ago in Poets
Until my last breath, my love shall remain, Like a flame that never fades, an eternal refrain, Through the trials and hardships, our love shall prevail,
By Emmanuel Andrew4 years ago in Poets
In this poem, we take a journey into the world of a child where there is no judgment, no worries, and no stress. We explore the power of play and how spending time with children can be both challenging and rewarding. This poem is a reminder to embrace our inner child and to never lose the joy and innocence that comes with childhood.
By Jay V4 years ago in Poets
Darling, do not move. We'll eternize this moment. Smiling forever.
By Algernon Locke4 years ago in Poets
she painted her lips Around his bruised hips, leap-frog Their hearts, a leap-year
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Poets
