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Drawing, Poetry by Rebecca Behar

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Genre: Love, Relationship, Rhyme 
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These fines lines
In light strokes
Are sketched with
A trembling brush
Tears are shed
Without intention
Impermanence
A recurrent figure
In the symmetry of cycles
Where codes order
The world chaos
A touch of purple
For a blade of grass
Who knows
Where the storm comes from
Who knows
Where love will go

Dessin
Ces traits fins
Cette touche légère
Le pinceau tremble
Les larmes coulent
Où est l’intention ?
Impermanence
Un chiffre répété
Cycle ou symétrie
L’ordre des codes
Le chaos des mondes
Un brin de pourpre
Pour un brin d’herbe
Qui sait d’où vient
La tempête
Qui sait où s’en va
L’amour

© Rebecca Behar
Paris

 

 

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The Soundtrack to Your First Embrace, Poetry by Kim M. Russell

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Genre: Love, Relationship

The Soundtrack to Your First Embrace

You fold your arms around her

With a whisper of wings,

Your breath in her ear

Like sea in a shell, washing

A distant shore and yet so near.

Your heart gallops,

A startled stallion

Running for cover,

Unsure of your lover,

Holding her with bones that creak

Like sails on a galleon.

Clothes rustle

As your fingers brush her face

In your first embrace.

 

© Kim M. Russell, 2016

 

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YEARNING, Poetry by Kapil Joshi

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GENRE: DESPAIR, LOVE, LIFE, LONGING,PAINFUL, RELATIONSHIPS

YEARNING by Kapil Joshi

a long cherished dream
perceived,protected
through
fallacies of perception…
protected,perceived
by
the walls
raised
through
the fallacies
of
a dumb mind….
an enemy
and
a friend
at
the same time
embracing
the light
of
longing
of
an emblazoned heart
now empty
now full
of
love…
just
another
long cherished dream

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To Timothy, Poetry by Axane Sand

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GENRE : relationship

To Timothy by
Axane Sand

My feet, my feet
Are always borderline
Never able to choose
If they should fall or climb
To the right, to the left
Up or down there’s no sign
No little help to show me
Which way to decide

My eyes, my eyes
Aren’t along the same line
Not able to agree
If they are blue or blind
To the trees, to the sea
Over and here, there’s no light
Not enough golden green
To open my pupils

My heart, my heart
Can’t hear you on the line
Not able to debate
If you are wrong or right
Through the voice, through the sound
Empty or full, nothing’s bright
No good intonation
To restart inner beats

You have taken
What was rich inside
Leaving me my lonely poor side
That’s why I’m standing on the line
I’m standing on the line

Hoping you are borderline too

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To Be Reborn, Poetry by Angela Christine Doyle

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Genre: Rhyme, Love, Relationship

To Be Reborn by Angela Christine Doyle

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Your words touched a faltered soul,
A confident sentence to give me faith,
My mind grasping a heartfelt goal,
Positive reinforcements clinging to my skin.

A flutter of butterflies invade my space,
The feel of newness coming to light,
A renewed sense of life born into existence,
No longer will sorrow internally drown me.

Happiness so close I can taste the sweetness,
Darkness receding into background noise,
Loosening the knot releasing my freedom,
A weight lifted off my chest as I breathe in deep.

Fear no longer the root of my control,
A real smile to show my true self,
Goodness healing my invisible scars,
Wounds finally closing off mental infection.

(via acdoyle77)

 

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Opus no. 4, Poetry by Maria Ana Francesca Ison

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Genre: Love, Relationship

Opus no. 4

by: Maria Ana Francesca Ison

 

3/3/16

It’s sad to think that I am the only one who’s holding on.

I should’ve refused fake love but I didn’t.

Maybe it’s what drives me crazy as of the moment.

Those sleepless nights and lack of appetite,

Were mainly caused by the distraught you have brought upon my inner sanity.

 

I wished I didn’t even meet you.

If I knew this would happen, I would’ve left this philosophical gathering.

I should’ve avoided the risky meetings.

I could’ve escaped the tension.

 

But now the tremor on my brain was already formed.

No one was to blame for this.

No one but me.

Because I was the one crossed the Rubicon.

I was the one who didn’t have control

Indeed it was I who was more matured.

Though your years are indeed ahead of mine.

But when I got to know you better,

I’ve realized that you’re innocent but not that innocent.

You are sometimes a child, sometimes a grown adult.

 

This risk that I’ve taken has really got its chains on me.

I kept on asking myself this,

“When will you realize?

When will you realize that he will never be with you. ”

I was confused by the idea.

 

He was like this man who could not contain himself.

He showed what his emotion was.

No pretense of such, though I don’t know him.

Of the 4 seasons that passed, he seemed like a stranger now.

Does he really care for me?

 

If he doesn’t, I am sure I’m okay with it.

But why do I succumb to this agony ?

Is it because I don’t know myself?

Or myself is hiding herself?

Do I really want to get hurt like this?

 

I’ve always assumed he wanted to make me laugh.

He tries his best to please me and to make me happy.

He startles whenever I inquire him.

He finds it awkward to have eye contact with me whereas its easy for him to do to others.

I thought holding on to these thoughts would comfort me.

Would maybe even solve some of my problems such as my insecurities.

Thinking of how somebody would possibly love me.

But all of it was just a pseudoreaction.

A misunderstood response of humanity.

He didn’t really appreciate me.

I MEAN he didn’t love me.

He will never love me.

He is numb.

He is divided by his vow.

Nothing will ever happen if I still hold on to this.

This never ending rollercoaster.

This infinite heartbreak.

This constant disturbia.

This unfair game with Fate.

“No longer will I suffer this,”

I told myself. But why do I want him?

 

Maybe because I am waiting for love.

Love that cannot be quenched by simple smiles.

I want one that is very exclusive for me.

The care I never received.

The feeling of such importance.

Those moments when he speaks like he was in the clouds and you know that he was talking all about you.

Comparing you to the deities. The deities that are very incompassable in their attributes.

Be told that your beauty is like on of those goddesses.

Be the inspiration of his poems.

Be the greatest achievement he has ever had.

But those are all shattered in an instant.

I was pulled back to the earth.

I thought I was in heaven rather I had hell.

 

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WATER!, Poetry by Sinjini Sengupta

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GENRE: Hope, Hurt, Philosophical, Relationships, Love, Nature

 

WATER! by Sinjini Sengupta

 

Here – I lend myself again. Here – I let myself vulnerable. Here – I offer myself to you.

 

To be used!

 

 

 

You like it; it is the way you wanted it.

 

I like it too, at first.

 

I don’t let myself think what comes next.

 

Because..?

 

 

 

Because, I know that all too well already.

 

No, it won’t change.

 

But then, who can stop me from thinking it would,

 

At least this one time?

 

 

 

 

And then, it comes. As it was always meant to do.

 

My wounds open, my heart bleed, my lungs feel gripped. I let you rip me off. My inside, my whole.

 

I break. I split into pieces, tiny and then tinier.

 

Here, I lose myself. Again.

 

 

 

And then, I see myself – in pieces so futile that no one notices. I can’t recognize myself.

 

In fact, it’s perhaps not even the same me that was. I am not myself, again.

 

I have lost all my power and all my strength. Worse, I knew it all the time when this was happening to me. Step by step.

 

And even worse, I have known this before. And yet I did let myself.

 

 

 

You don’t turn around to look back at me. Of course.

 

If you did, you wouldn’t have found me either!

 

 

 

And then, someday, I will float again. In the air, among the space. All around you. I hope to see you be merry. I’ll smile at you, too.

 

But you’d hardly know.

 

And then, I will ascend. I will not look back again. Just like you did.

 

I’ll arise and arise, and rise yet more.

 

 

 

 

And then, someday, it will drizzle…

 

And I’ll come upon you – all over, again.

 

I’m sure you’d love the rain. Won’t you?

 

Oh, I so love to be used!

 

 

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