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The Lovable Person: A Poem of the Heart
In the vast tapestry of human existence, certain individuals radiate love, compassion, and kindness in a way that touches the very soul of those around them. This poem celebrates such a person, whose presence in the world is like a gentle light, warming hearts, soothing sorrows, and offering a glimpse of the purest kind of love. This is the story of the lovable person, the one who embodies the essence of what it means to truly love and be loved.
By PETER Jabout a year ago in Poets
Limerence
You look at me askance As we dance To the limerence in each other’s eyes Sometimes I see what’s on your mind But I promise, there’s no lies
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
i don't know. Content Warning.
"i dont’ know who you are anymore,” soft sounds of fraud's mouth, “i don’t know where my baby is." i smile, and i edge close to him, “it’s the same me as ever, sweet love, and i am nobody’s baby anymore.”
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
Loyal
“Loyal” the beastly mothers named him because, among his kin, he soared closest to the barren soil. * Shy,
By Sam Eliza Greenabout a year ago in Poets
Toe-tally
It's the end of a well trodden path, I am not where I want to be nor lost; I am hidden in dusty archives, under decades of questioning that word, that world called TRUTH. Yea, truth is best uncovered, no matter how cold it is, how old it is and where it leaves us. Truth can lead to blindness. You know about this, am I right again?
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)about a year ago in Poets
Life
Life is full of risk But sometimes I really can’t believe some of these people actually exist What is wrong with them
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Place
No one needs to know What goes on Between the hum and the song We’re all searching for a place to belong Even if sometimes it feels wrong
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
9/4/24
Sometimes you have to move on To find what you’re looking for Was it in the cabinet? No. The drawer? Oh well I’ll find another one
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
In the hands of tomorrow
In the hands of tomorrow To bemoan the existence of what could be, The atrocity of what ifs set its fangs deeper into the present space of serenity.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Lotus Eaters
Yes, I have heard the sung tragedies of the lost mermaid and her princess, the Unbelonging Muses, the gulls and their mournful queen.
By Sam Eliza Greenabout a year ago in Poets
Forgive me, Peter
Forgive me, Peter, for I must've never caught on to the sacrifices you've chosen not to make in the aftermath of our loss. Forgive me, Peter, for I must've been overreacting - flailing about the way I was, flying myself across the room in a rage that clearly had everything to do with myself and my own issues. Forgive me, Peter, for I never realized just how much you've gave up just to have me.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreetabout a year ago in Poets
a bird for a day
you ask me where i would go if i was a bird for a day, as though everyone just wants to escape some town, as though anywhere else fosters comfort. you expect to hear Rome or Paris fall wistfully from my lips as i imagine soaring toward a sky that looks like nirvana to people who hate feeling the earth beneath their feet. how do i express to you that wings would be wasted on someone like me, without sounding like someone afraid of things like heights or concepts like change? how might you think of me when i tell you it's not a place i wish to leave or a place i hope to reach? i could be a bird and i could fly across the world, but i'd still ache in Venice and i'd still yearn in Barcelona for something you can't find on a postcard.
By melancholy galaxiesabout a year ago in Poets