Reblog – Love Is Always There. by ZeinaA.G.

Love is a constant, the thing that is always good will always be with us even though times will make us think we are without it. 🙂

Writing with an Open Heart

Our hearts may break,
And for a while we may not see the light.

Our lives may be altered in ways that scare us,
And we may not feel positive for a while.

Our memories and the days we spent together may seem blurry,
But with time they’ll all be clear again.

One day we’ll look back and smile again, because love is always there.

-ZeinaA.G

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Reblog – The Key by Paul Vincent Cannon

Always be tender…

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Key – RDP Monday

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The Key

Sun kissed
petals undone
you opened in the warmth
and rejoiced
moist,
glassy,
smooth and
sweetly perfumed,
unfurling before me,
raw, naked,
beautiful,
my tender caress
the key.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul,  pvcann.com

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Her Spirit

my face in the mirror reflects
a ghostly reminder
this leathered skin
has endured hardships
just as she did

except

only her contentedness
beamed through
she was always glad to be alive
her adventures many and
her strength evident

as i remember her fondly
my weariness etches slightly less deep
i won’t allow my defeatist demeanor
to harshly pigment my day
thank you, gamma

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Reblog – Kiss by Paul Vincent Cannon

Oh, my imagination is on overdrive! I see luscious lips, passions reeling, and moistness. 😉

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dVerse Poets – Quadrille 73

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Kiss

Today I spoke to you in
a language so intense,
with more love than latin,
and most certainly french,
a language that feels,
as tongues speak of ecstasy,
and lips are guided by heart,
a veritable feast on
which to gorge,
yet never sated.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com

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Reblog – Some poetry by John Coyote

It’s like the Benjamin Button of relationships. 🙂 Enjoy!

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Silence


The house is silence now,
the children have left,
the silence isn’t golden my love.
——–

Loveless

Once love was needy and was demanded nightly.
Now the bed seem larger and a lonely place.
Your once sparkling eyes shine lightly now.
———
Pretty lies are still lies

Mutual needs brought us together,
we were held on by desperate words and needs.
I don’t see the need of eternal love in your tender and soft blue eyes.
In your eyes, I see the want to escape and depart our pretend paradise.
————-
Drink of me

Pretty woman whispered to me,
a pale moon light tonight and the sea is dancing peacefully.
Let’s allow the shade of love to over take us,
let’s dance and sing to the yearning moon my love.


John Castellenas/Coyote

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Reblog – Invisible ink by Candice Louisa Daquin

You’ll understand why I commented “If it were possible to get inside your brain as you write these pieces, I wouldn’t be able to finish my sentences. The passion with which you write, it’s beyond exciting, bordering on excruciating ecstasy. Someone hold me, I’m about to faint. I’m weak…” Enjoy! 😉

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When they say someone is driven to distraction

can’t stop thinking about …

I imagine

a woman running in the rain

newspaper overhead, painted nails

pursed lips, the crook of a smile despite

her hose getting wet, soaking her clavicle, glistening like

some jewel in a torrent might

suddenly fruit

it reminds me of the first time I heard Suzanne Vega sing

not knowing she was singing for a woman

but something in the detail caught my eye

how she felt the same hot breath, steaming glass

lost bra strap, showing slip, untucked blouse

a stray hair, falling in her eyes, it took all of my

self possession not to reach across and brush it

back into place

although I’d rather press my face

into her neck and lose myself to the sound

of rain and tempests, growing inside me

wordlessly showing her the crocheted waves

with every brush stroke

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Goff James

Love’s Dreams Star-kissed Dance 

Night’s soft music plays
Lost on mem’ries drifting breeze
Love’s dreams star-kissed dance  

Sailing Paper Boats

Sailing paper boats
Adrift on dream’s starred ocean
Love’s safe harbour sought

Whispered on the Breeze

Whispered on the breeze
All my secrets told to you
Scribed in twilight’s hues

Held in Love’s Embrace

Held in Love’s embrace
Sipping moonlight’s ecstasy 
Treasured moments shared 

Turning in Circles

Turning in circles
Not wanting to run away
Love’s merry-go-round

Falling from the Stars

Falling from the stars
Flying on Love’s broken wings
Heartache’s lullaby

~~~

Goff JamesThe Short of It’s very first featured poet on February 6, 2020 – is a grumpy eccentric; who, in the darkness of night plays with words and tries to write poetry. His musings display an interest in that which can be seen and unseen; that which is heard and unheard; and, all those things that go unnoticed in between.

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Anita Neal

A Monarch Task

The warmth awakens me but I am tightly bound. I can’t move. My lifeblood is pulsing through my veins, waiting to explode. My head is pounding and screaming to break free of this dungeon. Yet, I can’t move. A crack appears at the top of the cell, bright light is filtering in. I push with my might against the wall, as the crack begins to grow. I feel the closeness of freedom. I can taste it in the air, and feel it in the warm light. Pushing again, the binding splits. I roll out of the slit, stretching, feeling the ecstatic of freedom. The warmth strengthens me for my mission, my colors unfurl refracting the light on the leaves. Time is wasting, I must hurry, only six weeks of life at best. 

Honorable Purple

Of all the colors in the rainbow, one color shows more fare
It adorns the kings of foreign lands, woven in robes that they wear
But clothes and robes that are made by man cannot even compare
With the delicate beauty of nature’s flowers that bloom without a care

Their colors may vary from bloom to bloom, simply soft to very rare
Bees and butterflies don’t care about color as the nectar is there to share.

Please Don’t Leave

The most life-sustaining force in all creation is that of showing love
It melts together the heart and soul like was meant from above.
All of God’s creation was given this ability to express this vital feeling
For love, tenderness, and nurturing is what keeps this life from reeling
With no love around, darkness will ensue with a deep sense of foreboding
Fear will arise, and hope will flee leaving the heart and soul eroding
Don’t allow this eroding but hold on to loving, allow the sun to come in
Always keep these feelings alive, so if lost we will know how to begin.

~~~

Anita Neal enjoys writing poetry and shorts that reflect the beauty of nature and importance of love. The first two pieces are reflections of the beauty God created for us to enjoy. The third one shows the honor and importance of love we all need.

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Reblog – Almost

This piece resonates so deeply! Whether feeling a huge loss or missing that favorite person, this brings up so many feelz. :_(

A Faded Romantic's Notebook

If I close my eyes

I can almost

spirit you here

your beauty

your body

your smile

your scent

your heat.

But almost

isn’t anywhere

near here.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Casey Baugh

Written a couple of years ago. Yet almost is never near enough.

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