Poetry Blogs (love poetry)

The sights of ourselves still shape us to divide,
immediate response to the craves and madness,
we feel the way we feel but tonight it's you inside,
burried in the senses out of the lightness.

And days are still days but the trouble collides,
for all the reasons we chose not to revile,
and all our fears, childlish alike,
echoing through our minds, rejecting denial.

Stay where you are a...

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Love is in the air forecasters say
at first blush, be that as it may
chalk initials in handpicked tins invoke remembrance by paving ways
palms supine scribed with written in lines tie sanskrit signs
significance is found in the now
springs and gears ticking time
as faeries grant blessings shifting through a lovers parade

Concurrent reminiscence written on akashic pages taking turn
Books ma...

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loving a woman is to love indeed the wind 
The wind that dances on her own crystalline chord
The wind that takes your hand, that swiftly leaves a kiss
& with a killer scent repeats, “good-bye” “so long”

loving a woman is worshipping flame or fire
a flame that with her body cooks sweetly a bread of sadness
A merciless, deep light that burning you inspires
that touches your skin with poison...

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John No More - Poem by Marie 

I stood at the door freezing cold waiting my man
icy snow blinded my view I see nothing
he will not come, he is gone but to where? 

John, oh my john, please love return to me
I love you why are you blind why don't you come? 
john my love return to me at this hour now
your coldness is so unkind you forgot me how? 

children play and laugh passers by say hi
I ...

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i do not sing the storm
i do  not  sing rage, wrath
the lightning-bolt, the scream
Despair i do not sing 
i do not sing struggle
-revenge poisonous blast-
the hurricane, the quake
that tears the city of peace

i do not sing no border. 
i do not sing no flag
i do not sing no warrior
but she that fights all fear
Poverty & sickness-night
the blade, the club, the trap
blows, wounds, cri...

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And tides are still the same as they were,
fluid numbers, one piece in folded milions,
telling us why we all need to reach the bottom,
embracing drops of broken brilliance.

Wait until it all comes down,
your whispers rest in front of the broken Avalon,
inside our shell is something we all found,
blue-red pictures reflected by the dawn.

And tides are still the same as they were,
connec...

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