#PoetryOfLove

[uncle-keg]

Untitled Love Poem

Pulling you closer to me, as we melt away in each other's arms; where I could spend– all day.

You make me feel so at rest with your hands caressing my chest...

Looking up into those eyes of rich dark chocolate, puts me in a trance– making me love being alive.

My smile in their reflection never seemed so radiant, credited all to your affection.

[yellowmanula]

Oh, sweet Fancy! let her loose; Every thing is spoilt by use: Where’s the cheek that doth not fade, Too much gaz’d at? Where’s the maid Whose lip mature is ever new? Where’s the eye, however blue, Doth not weary? Where’s the face One would meet in every place? Where’s the voice, however soft, One would hear so very oft? At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth Like to bubbles when rain pelteth. Let, then, winged Fancy find Thee a mistress to thy mind: Dulcet-ey’d as Ceres’ daughter, Ere the God of Torment taught her How to frown and how to chide; With a waist and with a side White as Hebe’s, when her zone Slipt its golden clasp, and down Fell her kirtle to her feet, While she held the goblet sweet And Jove grew languid.—Break the mesh Of the Fancy’s silken leash; Quickly break her prison-string And such joys as these she’ll bring.— Let the winged Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home.

"Fancy" by John Keats

[mywordsareflowers]

Paradox

Me and you, we live in a Paradox. Schrödinger's theory may finally be true A box of secrets of moments and unicorns, resides you and me with fireflies in this fairyland, magic dust upon us, with the wind that unites me to you, and feelings of us that could ignite the wildfires.

For the box that is, in fact, my heart, I have you to me forever and always, my words have lost their weight your shy ‘I miss you’ take the reign.

This box has no one other than you and me in this mere dream, Whilst the reality might be unknown to us. The box has our fate within, I long to call you mine, in a land where birds celebrate love.

For Schrödinger's theory may finally be true, 50% being alive and 50% being through, It’s a beautiful feeling to know that you and I are a forever and an end too.

[heartstrings-and-hauntings]

The Seeds of Self-Love

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ChatGPT said:

ChatGPT

I’ll heal all the parts of you they broke, stitch every wound, put cream over every scar.

I’ll remind you— their trauma, your trauma, is not who you are.

The pain will be there, the grief will come in waves for all the things you could do, for all the people you couldn’t save.

They’re not your responsibility, love; they never were. They did you wrong and gave you burdens that weren’t even yours.

So bear it no longer. Stop holding on. Your hands, your heart— they are tired and weak. It’s okay to just stop and breathe.

Healing will take time. So remember all the time you gave to them; remember the compassion and love— and give it to yourself.

Let the tears water the bare garden; plant the seeds of self-assurance, self-love. Let the digging and weeding become the strength you had all along.

Stop to realize every little step counts, that everything will be okay, and you are worthy of love, you are loved without a doubt.

And one day, you will feel that same love for yourself.

[suprememastertv]

I Will Forever Love You Through all the worlds, Through all the lovers, Through all the beauties, That you so adore.

You will forever search for The Love in yonder, The Love in yourself, The Love in My Lore, That you so adore.

The True Love you'll find Only by My side. When your journey ends, I'll send you My Sign, I'll send you My Love, I'll send you My Light.

I will forever love you Through all the worlds, Through all the mothers, Through all the beauties, That you so adore.

- "I Will Forever Love You" Lyrics, music & vocals by Supreme Master Ching Hai (vegan)

From the poetry collection "The Dream of a Butterfly"

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[awkward-angel]

Love Invocation

Wake up early in the morning, when the dew sets on grass. Collect some morning dew and few strands of blades, and collect them in a small bottle.

Saying this invocation:

Early morning rays, of silver dew on blades. I ask on their tears for love that’s sincere. The scent of musk within the earth, I ask for a lover that is unearthed. The morning will slowly brighten the dark, Where shades of him and myself, ignite and spark. No longer will love hide, And so it is.

(add dew to your homemade love potion)

[luna-serenity-darkstar]

I have waited for you my whole life.

[lapoetessepoetry]

[poeticgray]

Flower Beds

Your hands ache from digging up my roots, Truth is, I do not blame you. You’re six feet in my soul and still won’t quit. Til I harvest, Fresh colors of green. Til my petals of beauty beam, under your nurturing sunshine. And fuck, am I so glad you’re mine.

[devimoor]

He's here, but never really stay.

So many moments we waste

Will u breathe?

Will u still luv me tomorrow?

Or is it just me

..am i not wht u want.

I remember our first time, but nw its all o.v.e.r

[fungarian]

I watch the edge of his face in the dark. Its beauty is part of what binds me to him. I don't know how to make this sound virtuous. The soul rises for many reasons. Some of them like a pure and remote view of mountains and streams. Some of them hot as death.

— Anne Carson; Plainwater

[marq-ques]

THE BLINDED HUMAN HEART👇👇👇 . I had desires, I let it out on my own, the desires, that took me to the wrong, . 'why!’, asked myself, everytime after... . I Had no control, nor fear, nor emotions but the tickles.. . I made love, and yet, not the Love, but I made it, the way, _never wanted... . I tried and tried, but desires went high... . And I did control, when I was left.. where I lost my comfort.. I realized, 'i was blind'. . "Blinded by desires, forgotten soul's" until I realized, “my love to the soul” . Where emotions rolled over desires, where love was really known, death was really felt.. . A beating heart pounding no beats, Hurting back the body, to be out of desires... . I lived within, suffocating without.. Hoping to be back with. And to forget what I left... . @atticuspoetry @poetry_bliss . #poem #poemsofig #poems #poetrycommunity #poetryisnotdead #love #lovepoems #poetryoflove #life #igpoet #igpoems #igpoets #igpoetscommunity #poetsofinstagram #poetsociety #poemsporn #poetryshoutout #poetrysociety #poetrylovers (at Caption.) https://www.instagram.com/p/CBFDP2_lXCi/?igshid=19g3hyo7pkm3b

[rhymiczeal]

Yes,

that's it.

It is rainy in the evening....

-ajwithpen

[heartstrings-and-hauntings]

In Every Unspoken Word

Instant. Electric. Connection.

A vibration, words I never knew I needed, a feeling completed.

Scary beyond all reason, because it was only chance that led me to you— or was it fate, knowing that one needed two?

The effortless way you stay on my page, finger under each new word, listening to every unspoken word I say, bringing me comfort and peace in ways unknown to me.

Keeping your heart within arm’s reach, whispering in a way I almost hear your doubts, like you’re trying to sort your feelings out.

But they spill, overflowing, with every time you speak to me, with all the effort you breathe into me, with all the silent laughs and hard smiles, with how, with you, everything slows down for a while.

All the while, my heart races every time you say my name; a breath hitches in my chest when I say yours. I’m overwhelmed and anxious, but you make me a choice, not an option.

You speak of me like an old book you’ve read over and over, like you’re waiting with bated breath for the next chapter— because you want to be it.

You want to hold me gently in your hand, knowing, understanding that the pen in my hand is shaking, that the previous pages had my heart breaking, that the old pages are torn and bruised.

Yet, you treat each one as if they’re shiny and new. You don’t put me on the shelf; you don’t hide me in a box or closet. You display me coyly, so others can see my beauty but never hold me the way you do.

For there are secret pages within that, if others could, they would covet. You know they’d love it.

So you hold me close to your chest. I feel the warmth, and I forget how afraid I was to say the words I couldn’t bring myself to say, how I held back too long—they’re overflowing in every way, and how I keep praying to God you’ll stay.

How I pray every day you’ll keep choosing me, and I’ll keep my heart open to you, because things are just beginning.

But damn, do I want you— want you in whatever form you may come: slowly, thoughtfully, patiently, growing, feeling, everything, all at once.

But even these words will never be enough to express everything you make me feel.

Let’s be real.

[awkward-angel]

Knife

If I was the sky, I’d have two eyes. One for warmth and one for tides. Bringing Gaia, bringing life. Stars, patterns. Within a web, where we lay our heads. Spiders and flies, in a survival demise.

After all this, do we still rise? Planets swirling, my heart is yearning. Love is burning, and I am in the urn. After all this, do we still need to learn?

My self is who I love, I am the Holy Dove. Empress in a war, against a cruel world. I take pleasure in thinking of The Holy...Knight. Coming to save me, from the sanctified knife.

[lapoetessepoetry]