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These are the words of the poet, his lovers: all pregnant with dreams

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In the hushed embrace of moonlit nights, the poet’s words linger like whispers of a secret shared only between kindred spirits. Each syllable, each verse, carries the weight of a thousand unspoken emotions, woven delicately into a tapestry of dreams. His lovers, not of flesh and bone, but of ink and parchment, dance in the ethereal realm of his creation. They are the embodiment of his deepest desires, his fears, his hopes — all pregnant with dreams waiting to be birthed into the world. With pen in hand, he breathes life into their existence, shaping their essence with the stroke … Continue reading These are the words of the poet, his lovers: all pregnant with dreams

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Silent and present

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In the quiet whispers of the wind, in the gentle dance of leaves, lies a truth that transcends mere knowing. How can one articulate the need to feel the steadfast presence of trees, their silent guardianship over time? It is a knowing beyond knowledge, a connection that defies explanation. To awaken to the pulse of a different rhythm, to embrace the cadence of the day and the season, is to surrender to a deeper harmony, a symphony conducted by nature herself. The hourglass of minutes fades into insignificance, eclipsed by the grandeur of moments measured in the shifting hues of … Continue reading Silent and present

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Winter

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In the quiet solitude of winter, the bitter chill of loneliness seeps into my bones, aging me at the coffee table where we once shared laughter and warmth. Now, I am left with the other cup, the other plate, both sitting inert, mirroring the emptiness that fills my heart in your absence. The world seems to have been taken away from me, leaving me adrift in a sea of memories and longing. I find myself yearning for the eloquence of longing, hoping it will somehow bring clarity to the void you left behind. In my sorrow, sadness becomes a familiar … Continue reading Winter

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Poets

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In the quiet of night, when the world slumbers and dreams dance in the ether, poets raise their voices to the stars, their tears mingling with the cosmic dust. They worship the moon, that silent sentinel of the night, for it whispers secrets that only the heart can decipher. In the embrace of dawn, when the earth awakens in a symphony of colors and scents, we find solace in morning blossoms adorned with dew. Each delicate petal a reminder of fleeting beauty, of moments that shimmer like dewdrops in the sun. Through their verses, poets weave tales of bones and … Continue reading Poets

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There is poetry!

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In the vast mysterious cosmos, there exists a force that defies explanation, a force that tugs at the very essence of our being and propels us forward on a journey of self-discovery. What is it that brings us back to the same point time and time again, like a moth drawn to a flame? What lesson must we learn in this endless cycle of return? It is as if we are comets hurtling through the darkness of space, pulled inexorably towards the blazing sun by the unyielding grip of gravity. And just like these celestial wanderers, we are not immune … Continue reading There is poetry!

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Clouds

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They are the clouds, drifting lazily across the sky, painting it with their soft hues of white and gray. They carry my daydreams from north to south, whispering secrets of the heavens as they pass by. They hide my sun, casting shadows that dance across the earth, creating a sense of mystery and wonder. As they close my horizon, I am enveloped in their embrace, feeling their cool touch against my skin. They awaken my storms, stirring up emotions deep within me, causing a tempest to rage in my heart. But how shy they are, only carrying torrents of rain … Continue reading Clouds

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Before you make me love you

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Before you make me love you, understand that my love is not a fleeting thing. It is not a passing fancy or a temporary infatuation. It is a deep, abiding love that will stand the test of time. It is a kind of love that will weather any storm, endure any hardship, and conquer any obstacle. Before you make me love you, know that I will give you all of me. I will give you my heart, my soul, my everything. I will love you with a passion that burns brighter than the sun, with a devotion that knows no … Continue reading Before you make me love you

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Nights

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The nights were shrouded in mystery, a cloak of darkness enveloping my thoughts and emotions. I found myself standing on the edge of solitude, unsure of what lay beyond. With each passing hour, I felt the weight of my memories pressing down upon me, a heavy burden that I could not shake. In the quiet stillness of the night, I found myself stripped bare, my vulnerabilities exposed to the world. I was forced to confront the ghosts of my past, to relive moments that had long been buried deep within my soul. And yet, as I stood there, vulnerable, and … Continue reading Nights

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Let me be your poem

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I am the wretched orange sky, a canvas painted with the hues of a dying sun, aching for the cool embrace of night. I am the thirsty desert ridge, yearning for the touch of rain to quench my parched soul. I could be your poem, a melody of words whispered in the wind, a symphony of emotions woven into the fabric of your being. I might be the rhyme to your reason, the missing piece to your puzzle, the answer to your unspoken questions. I am the frustration poured into your veins, the subtle ache that lingers in the depths … Continue reading Let me be your poem

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Poetess

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I am not defined by labels or constraints, I am a free spirit, a wandering soul, a poetess with a heart full of stories waiting to be told. I am the whisper of the wind, the dance of the leaves, the melody of the nightingale’s song. I am the silence in between the words, the pause before the storm, the calm before the chaos. I am a canvas waiting to be painted, a symphony waiting to be composed, a masterpiece waiting to be unveiled. I am the fire in your eyes, the passion in your heart, the longing in your … Continue reading Poetess