Such beautiful dreams
I have about you
I can't meet you in person
So I find my way to you
The only way possible
Or maybe we find each other
Like last night
We were in a crowded room
Searching through the people
For each other
To meet face to face for the first time
When you saw me
You headed straight toward me
You reached out your hand
Asking for mine
Your palm was soft and gentle
As well as tough underneath
Like southern magnolia leaves
From the tree of my favorite flower
I knew you would never let me go
Even as you slipped away
Back into the crowd
About the Creator
J.M. Powell
You can make anything by writing. -C.S. Lewis
I'm a current undergraduate English with Track in Creative Writing major.
My passion is to spread what it means to love.
My published chapbooks of poetry: Quantum Leap Overmorrow
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FPS: The Last Flame Challenge Winners
Welcome to our first Winners Announcement of the year and to the final challenge in the Fall Poetry Series. The Last Flame invited writers to sit with endings, using fire as a central image to consider what remains when something burns out: ash, warmth, memory, silence, or the faint promise of what comes next. The strongest pieces treated endings as gradual rather than sudden, allowing them to flicker, dim, and linger.
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good💕
Beautiful. Makes me think of a long distance relationship.