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Remember

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Remember my love, when we danced in the realm of invincibility, when our love knew no bounds, when it soared beyond the ordinary. Recall those days when we clung to summer’s warmth amidst winter’s chill, embracing the elegance of clouds, the freedom of birds, and the innocence of youth. Remember when we felt immortal, unscathed by wounds, untouched by pain. We once dwelled in a world untouched by wreckage, where we embraced heights and integers alone. Peace was our comforting blanket, enchantment our daily rhythm, rest our sanctuary, and miracles our routine. Remember, my love, when we left room for … Continue reading Remember

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When you arrive …

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I put the words on paper to plea to the sky to water your feet and confuse you with the flowers. I want to come and meet you in the sunset of days while I cross the crooked path of now, so that your love will straighten me out tomorrow. I will wake up earlier, just for my love to kiss you before the wind, I will sleep later, to date your dreams and when you arrive, come in so that your soul can be placed in my body, And I can truly live. When you arrive, come in feel … Continue reading When you arrive …

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Poet’s soul

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In the boundless expanse of existence, I am without form, without limit. Beyond the confines of space, beyond the constraints of time, I transcend, I expand. I am in everything, and everything finds its dwelling within me. I am the whisper of the wind, the dance of the leaves, the gentle caress of the waves upon the shore. I am the vibrant hues of the sunset, the mystique of the starlit night. I am the essence of life, the pulse of creation, the symphony of the cosmos. I am the bliss that permeates the universe, an eternal melody echoing through … Continue reading Poet’s soul

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I am a hundred different people

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I am a hundred different people outside of my words, a kaleidoscope of emotions and experiences that dance and shift with the passing of time. I am a chameleon, adapting to the world around me, never quite settling on a single identity. But when I pick up a pen and let the ink flow onto the page, I become something more. Poetry may not be who I am, but it is the only way I am truly recognized. In the rhythm of my verses, in the imagery of my lines, I find a reflection of my true self. Through poetry, … Continue reading I am a hundred different people

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Poetry is a love affair between the soul and words …

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Poetry is a love affair between the soul and words, a dance of emotions and thoughts intertwined. It is the way of the heart to express its deepest desires and fears, to whisper its secrets and dreams to the world. In the delicate balance of rhythm and rhyme, the soul finds solace and release. Each word a brushstroke on the canvas of the heart, painting a picture of the innermost feelings and yearnings. Through poetry, the soul speaks its truth, weaving a tapestry of emotions that resonate with the hearts of others. It is a prayer, a plea for understanding … Continue reading Poetry is a love affair between the soul and words …

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I want to live in a house made of poetry II

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I want to live in a house made of poetry, where every corner echoes with the rhythm of words and the walls are adorned with verses. In this house, the air is thick with the scent of metaphors and the floors are paved with stanzas. I would wrap myself in blankets woven from the lines of my favorite poems, feeling the warmth of their meaning seep into my bones as I drift into a slumber of lyrical dreams. When morning comes, I would bathe in the essence of poetry, letting it cleanse my spirit and awaken my senses. The words … Continue reading I want to live in a house made of poetry II

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Destination

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I wear your idiosyncrasies like a tailored garment, each stitch a whisper of your secrets. The black dress, a silent witness to every hidden kiss, cradles memories of our past. Amid the relentless march of digital clocks, your essence intertwines with mine, a silent, unyielding bond. Navigating the bustling streets, I tread carefully, evading the reckless dance of runaway cars, yearning for more days to bask in the symphony of your breath. You are mine in a way distinct from the victor clutching a trophy; you are entwined within me, woven into the very fabric of my being, an inseparable … Continue reading Destination

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I am a woman who resides in every line I write …

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If the words are memories of love, then I write to awaken the love within me. Poetry is the tender embrace on the other side, a kindness preserved in the eyes of a lover. And if it is not the poet who translates the silences, and if poetry is a collection of endless possibilities, then who am I? I am a woman who resides in every line I write, even if they never find me, they reveal the essence of my being through each word. Even if I cannot be fully unveiled in each verse, I exist in a kingdom … Continue reading I am a woman who resides in every line I write …

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Sweet words …

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If I knew how to select a word, and determine which would be effective. I promise I would take chances with them, and choose the most beautiful one… …and then tie it next to my love, a blessing so tender and delicate. A sweetness to greet you in your daily life. Bringing a smile to your lips, and freeing you from this solitary and mad life. With the sweetness that only I understand about poetry… Copyright © Beatriz Esmer Continue reading Sweet words …

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January 06, 2013

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A truth was whispered into the universe. They say “opposites attract,” but I believe it’s people like us who fall in love with people like us. We fall in love with ourselves, with the depth and the yearning that resides within. It takes more than just anyone to be with one of us. We see the world with a different lens, longing for the essence of others, inhaling the words they exhale. We see more in people because of what we know about ourselves. We fall in love with those who possess beautiful words, profound thoughts, and the ability to … Continue reading January 06, 2013