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[airaslerora]

When Times Tides Divides Us

Part l

Remind me again how the sunlight burned,

When from my own century I first turned,

And stepped through air from fog to flame,

Where seas and skies had not my name.

From cobbled streets and lantern’s glow,

To towers where the bright winds blow,

The year was strange, the hour unsure,

Yet there she stood — my heart’s allure.

Her skin was dusk, her gaze was deep,

A warmth that woke what time could keep.

Her laugh was salt, her voice was song,

And with her side, I did belong.

She fed me fruit of honeyed hue,

Taught me the tides and their language too;

I led her steps through a waltzing tune,

Beneath the rise of a silver moon.

Days we stole, as lovers will,

By ocean’s edge and midnight still;

Her hand in mine, her whisper near,

Made all my world a moment here.

But time’s cold hand began to bind,

A pull that tore both flesh and mind;

It claimed me back to candle’s gleam,

And stole away our waking dream.

She placed a shell within my palm,

Its curves like waves, its touch like calm;

“For when,” she said, “you lose my sea,

It still will sing and call to thee.”

I held her close, then felt the past’s sharp climb,

A force that pulled me through the folds of time;

From her warm world, I slipped the line—

Back to my own,

right place,

wrong time.

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Part II (His POV)

Back in the flicker of candlelight,

The world turns slow, the stars less bright.

But in my palm, the shell remains—

A silent sea that calls my name.

Its curves hold whispers of distant shores,

Of midnight waves and ancient lores.

I press it close to aching ears,

And hear her voice across the years.

The streets I walk are cold and bare,

Yet in my mind, I’m always there—

Where sunlight danced on ocean spray,

And time itself forgot the day.

Though centuries may keep us torn,

This shell sustains me through the storm.

But in my heart, the compass gleams—

A gift she holds within her dreams.

Forever caught, this bitter crime:

Right place,

wrong time.

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Part III (Her POV)

He came like sunlight through the storm,

A stranger born from ages worn.

His eyes held tales I could not name,

A world beyond, a flickering flame.

We danced through days that felt so new,

Beneath the sky’s eternal blue.

His voice was strange, yet soft and kind,

A bridge between our hearts and time.

I showed him seas and whispered lore,

The songs my ancestors sang before.

He shared his past in gentle rhyme,

A life that lived beyond my time.

Before he left, he gave to me

A compass wrought from memory—

To guide my heart when he’s away,

And light my path through night and day.

Though worlds divide, I hold the sign—

His love, my compass, across time.

Forever caught, this bitter crime:

Right place,

wrong time.

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Part IV (His POV)

By London’s shore I stand alone,

The shell she gave me pressed to bone.

I lift it up, then breathe it deep—

A call across the restless deep.

For years I’ve walked through shadowed streets,

With aching heart and tired feet.

Each night I dreamed of ocean’s rhyme,

Of her voice lost beyond time.

The fog rolls in, a ghostly gray,

The wind grows soft, then fades away.

And through the mist, a shadow sways—

A dress of blooms in ocean’s haze.

My heart leaps up, the world is still,

A moment caught against my will.

She drifts towards me, soft and slow,

As waves entwine and breezes blow.

Her eyes meet mine—a spark, a flame,

Unbroken by time’s cruel game.

The sea has given back its prize—

A love reborn beneath these skies.

Yet even as I hold her near,

The ticking clock remains so clear.

For though we stand in the same place—

We’re bound by time’s unyielding chase.

Right place,

wrong time.

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Part V (Her POV)

The compass in my trembling hand,

It hums and pulls like unseen strands.

By shore I walk, the waves draw near,

A storm begins to whisper clear.

For years I’ve waited, heart in pain,

Yearning for him through sun and rain.

Each night I dreamed of distant tides,

And the love that time divides.

I trace the grain, I feel the weight,

Of every moment, every fate.

The compass points where hearts align,

A path across the cruel design.

The sky darkens, clouds collide,

The sea’s embrace is deep and wide.

I drift beyond my time and place—

A stranger lost in time’s embrace.

Then through the gray and swirling foam,

I see a figure calling home.

His eyes like twilight, soft and bright,

A beacon in the fading light.

Though worlds apart for all this time,

Our souls still dance in perfect rhyme.

The compass guides me through the climb—

Right place,

wrong time.

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Part VII (Third-Person POV)

The years stretched thin, the seasons turned,

Yet in their hearts, a fire burned.

Through shifting tides and folding time,

Their souls remained a perfect rhyme.

The shell and compass, symbols cast,

Anchored love that would outlast.

One day the currents found their way,

To bring them both where they could stay.

No longer torn by time’s cruel hand,

Together now, they make their stand.

For fate, though slow, can heal and bind—

Two hearts, one place, at last aligned.

-colourstorms

[airaslerora]

“To profess comprehension of art is, in truth, to betray one’s ignorance of its nature.”

-C.sms

[airaslerora]

“She walked through the fire of hate and did not burn—because grace was her garment, not her shield. She did not fight to be loved; she loved to remind the world what light looks like when it refuses to dim.”

-Colourstorms

[airaslerora]

Oh to be a disney princess ✨

[airaslerora]

“Were death to see you, it would beg to be gentle.”

-Colourstorms

[airaslerora]

To Be Loved by a Poet

To be loved by a poet

is to be written into eternity—

your smile pressed like ink

between the fragile lines of memory,

your laughter stitched in stanzas

that even time cannot erase.

The world may forget your footsteps,

but his verses will not.

They will carry your name

on the wings of metaphors,

so when the paper fades,

the echo still lingers.

In the chambers of his heart,

you are not a passing season,

but an everlasting spring—

every word he spills

is another bloom in your honor.

And when silence claims him,

when the pen finally rests,

you will remain—

immortal, untouchable,

living forever

in the unending poem

of his love.

-colourstorms

[airaslerora]

⛰️ A Summit Of Her Tears ⛰️

She dwells beyond the reach of hand,

Above the peaks, above the land.

A goddess veiled in solar flame,

Too vast to touch, too bright to name.

Her tears descend in golden threads,

Not grief, but grace the daylight sheds.

They fall through sky in silent arcs,

Like prayers that never leave their marks.

He sees her not with mortal eyes,

But in the way the river tries—

To carve a path through stone and root,

To carry light where none took root.

His mountain stands, proud yet incomplete,

Its summit bare, its base replete

With trenches dug by hands grown worn,

By shoulders broad, by silence sworn.

He does not climb. He does not plead.

He does not beg for sun or seed.

He digs. He shapes. He bends the land,

To cradle what falls from her hand.

Each drop a relic, pure and bright,

He guides it through the soil’s night.

A river born of longing’s grace,

Of sacred ache, of slow embrace.

She watches from her throne of flame,

Unreachable, yet not the same

As distant stars or fading lore—

She rains, and he becomes the shore.

He builds not bridges, nor ascent,

But channels where her tears are sent.

So earth may bloom where sorrow fell,

And roots may drink what words can’t tell.

The flowers rise in colors bold,

Red poppies, violets, marigold.

Each petal sings of what he gave—

A life of labor, not to save

Himself, but all the world below,

To feel her touch in river’s flow.

And though she’ll never meet his gaze,

Nor walk the trench his hands have razed,

She blesses him in golden rain—

A love that aches, but won’t remain.

Still he digs, and still she weeps,

And in the soil, the memory keeps.

Of one who labored not for gain,

But to give her tears a place to reign.

-colourstorms

[airaslerora]

The Day She Knew Love

She found a soul and followed,

to where his heart would lead,

a quiet door unopened,

a garden sewn with seed.

He let her cross the threshold,

to chambers deep and true,

and in that sacred dwelling,

the light of love she knew.

She walked through halls of memory,

where shadows used to stay,

yet he had lit the corners

and chased the dark away.

She touched the walls of silence,

and felt them breathe with song,

a place where she belonged to,

as if she’d been all along.

For hearts are not for keeping,

like treasures locked away,

they open when love bids them,

and ask the guest to stay.

And so he gave her shelter,

not made of stone or bone,

but warmth that wrapped around her,

a place to call her own.

The windows faced tomorrow,

yet held the light of past,

a promise whispered softly:

this dwelling place will last.

She felt the world grow softer,

beneath the stars above,

the day he let her dwell there—

the day she knew love.

-Colourstorms

[airaslerora]

Where The Sea Fell For Her 🌊

He watched her walk the shoreline slow,

Where moonlight kissed the undertow.

Her silence stirred the ocean’s chest,

And tides rose up at her behest.

She never asked the sea to stay,

Yet every wave would find her way.

Salt clung to skin like whispered vows,

And foam adorned her furrowed brows.

He learned her rhythm, breath and bone,

The way she danced when left alone.

He carved his currents to her pace,

And shaped the shore to hold her grace.

She spoke in hush, in drift, in sigh,

And he replied with storm and sky.

A thousand ships he sent to shore,

But none could love her more.

And now, when tides begin to fade,

She swims the streams his hands have made.

Through lakes that gleam and rivers wide,

She feels his love in every tide.

-Colourstorms

[airaslerora]

Where The Sky Fell For Her ✨

In shadowed halls where silence grew,

A man once dwelled, alone and true.

His heart beat slow, like dripping stone,

Until her voice made stars his own.

She wandered in with eyes sky-bound,

A soul that searched where light is found.

She spoke of stars, of cosmic grace—

He saw the heavens in her face.

So night by night, he climbed the steep,

And gathered stars the sky let sleep.

He placed them high in cavern dome,

To make the cave her second home.

Now lovers speak in hushed refrain,

Of stars that fell like silver rain.

And in that cave, love’s light still gleams—

A vault of stars, and whispered dreams.

-Colourstorms

May This Love Find Me 😭

[airaslerora]

The Blue Rose

The Blue Rose blooms where silence lives,

Where longing hides in quiet things.

It grows in gardens no one sees,

And sings in places no one sings.

It does not beg for light or fame,

It does not wilt when left alone.

It waits for hearts that understand,

And calls the lost ones home.

Its petals hold the weight of dreams,

Of words unspoken, tears unshed.

It thrives in soil of memory,

And blossoms where the brave have bled.

You'll find it not in crowded fields,

Nor in the hands that grasp too tight.

It lives in shadows, soft and still,

And glows beneath the quiet night.

The Blue Rose knows the ache of love,

The sting of truth, the cost of grace.

It bends but never breaks apart,

It blooms in its own sacred space.

So if you see one in the wild,

Or feel its echo in your chest,

You may search high, low, far and near,

But the beautiful bloom is undoubtedly rare.

So don't search for it—for it will come during your lows...

Only then will you find your Blue Rose.

-Colourstorms

[daweyt]

arabic poetry is so beautifully yet painfully romantic, i mean “they asked “do you love her to death?” i said “speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life" and “because my love for you is higher than words, i've decided to fall silent" and "it is not enough to say love in Arabic, you must say 'be the thing that buries me'" could have got jane austen crying and shaking

[airaslerora]

😭

[airaslerora]

A Touch Of Carnation

I planted roses with trembling hands,

But none could rival the bloom she commands.

Petals shy beneath morning dew,

Yet her smile spills sunlight through.

The ivy climbs with patient grace,

Tracing walls like the lines of her face.

Lilies lean toward the gentle air,

As if the wind itself cannot compare.

The soil is fertile, dark and deep,

Yet she grows in my heart while I sleep.

Tulips bow in reverent rows,

But she bends only where passion flows.

The fountain sings its crystal song,

Yet her laughter ripples far more strong.

Birds perch high and weave their tune,

Still, her voice eclipses the afternoon.

Every leaf, every thorn, every seed I sow,

Whispers secrets only she could know.

The garden thrives in sun and rain,

Yet her presence nourishes my soul’s domain.

In every bloom, in every vine,

I see her spirit intertwine.

She is my harvest, my sun, my home,

The living art I’ve watched grow and roam.

And I could tend her, cherish her, make her mine,

And paint her love into my garden for all time.

-Colourstorms

[airaslerora]

Alchemy Of Desire

I dip my brush into the molten blush of dawn,

Yet no pigment could capture the warmth of her yawn.

Her laughter spills like sunlight on dew-kissed fields,

And every shadow in my studio quietly yields.

I trace the curve of her silhouette in fevered dreams,

Through sunlit meadows and moonlit streams.

Each movement, a symphony of silent grace,

Every glance, a spark the world cannot replace.

I sketch her in charcoal, then paint with molten fire,

Layer upon layer, capturing my heart’s entire desire.

The canvas breathes beneath my trembling hands,

Yet fails to hold the weight of all she commands.

Velvet lips, soft as rose petals in evening air,

Eyes that ignite galaxies hidden in her stare.

Her hair spills like a river of midnight silk,

Her skin, the smoothest parchment for my brush to milk.

I grind the gold, crush the pigments, mix the rain,

Trying in vain to give form to the joy and pain.

She is my subject, my muse, my relentless dawn,

The living masterpiece my soul has drawn.

Every stroke whispers devotion, every hue sighs her name,

Each shadow I cast burns with unquenchable flame.

Her presence lingers in the light, in the dark, in the grime,

And I could paint her, trace her, immortalize her for a lifetime.

-Colourstorms

[airaslerora]

Love Me Like My Name Lives Among the Gods

Crown me in laurel and lightning,

as Zeus crowns the storm.

Let your power split the heavens,

yet fall to your knees for me alone.

Shake the earth with your longing,

and let every cloud bend to your will

until the sky itself kneels before us.

Stand beside me as Hera guards her throne—

unyielding, crowned in gold,

willing to curse the sky itself

to keep what is hers.

Let your loyalty be sharper than any sword,

your devotion a kingdom

from which you will never let me be taken.

Pull me under like Poseidon’s hunger,

tides roaring in your veins,

until my bones belong to the ocean

and my heartbeat keeps time with the waves.

Let your storms drag me into your depths,

where only you can breathe.

Raise me as Demeter raises the spring,

coaxing green life from the coldest places in me,

teaching my hands to bloom again

after a winter that almost killed them.

Feed me with the sweetness of harvest,

and I will never hunger for anything but you.

Look at me with Athena’s unblinking wisdom,

seeing the war etched in my soul,

and still calling me victorious.

Guard me as she guards her city,

with strategies woven in gold and shadow,

making every step I take a step in safety.

Sing my name with Apollo’s golden voice,

let each note blaze across the horizon,

until the world knows I am yours.

Light every shadow I walk through,

and crown my skin with the warmth of your sun.

Chase me with Artemis’s silver bow,

swift as moonlight through a forest,

the hunt not for prey, but for something

you will never let escape.

Track my heartbeat through the wildest places,

and claim me as surely as the moon claims the night.

Burn for me with Ares’s fever,

fighting for my touch as though it were

the last land worth conquering,

and waging war against every shadow that threatens me.

Let your battles be sung in my name,

your victories marked upon my skin.

Shape me in Aphrodite’s image—

flooding me with beauty and longing,

so every glance you give me

feels like the sea rising to meet the shore.

Let your love be the foam at dawn,

ever returning, never retreating.

Forge your love like Hephaestus forges gold,

each kiss hammered into permanence,

each embrace a chain so fine

I mistake it for freedom.

Let the smoke of your forge

carry my name into the heavens.

Come to me as Hermes comes to the world—

quick, unstoppable,

carrying my name in your mouth

like a secret meant for the gods alone.

Let every path lead back to me,

no matter how far you wander.

Lose yourself in me as Dionysus loses himself in revelry—

wild, wine-soaked,

laughing like you could make the stars fall

just by wanting them.

Let ecstasy be our temple,

and desire our only prayer.

And beyond the heights of the gods—

Hold me in Nyx’s endless night,

where the stars are our only witnesses.

Walk beside me through Hades’ silent fields,

again and again,

until even death admits it cannot keep us.

Kiss me as Selene kisses the sea,

drawing tides from my very blood.

Strike me with Eros’ unerring aim,

again and again,

until love is the only wound I carry.

Break the laws of heaven for me,

spill starlight like wine across the marble floor,

and swear by the River Styx

that you will not leave.

Build for us a home like Olympus—

marble pillars crowned with clouds,

where lightning rests in the rafters

and the ocean hums beneath the floors.

A place where the gods pause in awe

and the seasons bow to our presence.

Here we will dwell,

love as the beginning, middle, and end.

-Colourstorms

[airaslerora]

I loved you Before Time & I Will Love You After ♥️

As I kissed those tender lips that so casually would sing, I will love you past the silence death dares to bring.

Intertwining our grasp together almost a perfect form.

I wake to dreams of his hands, intertwined still warm.

He loved me as his first, second, third and forever choice.

His death didn't just take him swiftly, it took his comfort & voice.

They buried you deep almost in a friendly haste.

You maybe gone but now grief is written on my face.

He was the kind to laugh with a snort & laugh till the sun went down.

A smile so sincere to match my favourite kind of sound.

Leaving me was almost heartbreaking, leaving our place,home & nest.

But him.... Only him & his presence was where I could truly rest.

I thought I loved Hazel eyes or blue but those seemed cold.

But brown, not just brown they were whiskey, wood, soil & soul.

Never feeling empty even after you left my heart still would fill.

I cross lifetimes to meet you, so I can always say

“Still”.

[airaslerora]

A Blossom's Final Dance 🌸

In youth’s bright spring, we swayed beneath the sun,

Two blossoms twirling, laughter on the breeze;

Like petals flirting with the warm wind’s run,

We danced through days of joy with graceful ease.

When autumn whispered soft through golden trees,

Your mother’s bloom fell quiet on the ground;

I stood beside you in the fading breeze,

As seasons shifted, sorrow wrapped around.

Had I but seen the burden in your stem,

I’d sheltered you from every chilling gust;

But time, like wind, disperses fragile gems,

Yet love remains—resilient, true, and just.

Our laughter blossomed like the morning rain,

Silent battles fought beyond my view;

Your story etched within life’s vast terrain—

A tender waltz that nature always knew.

I hear your laughter riding restless wind,

Your smile reflected in each budding tree;

I feel your warmth when solitude begins—

Though far apart, your light still guides me free.

The moonlight wraps you in a silver veil,

A beacon through the darkest, quiet night;

I reach to stars where your soft radiance sails,

A place beyond our reach but full of light.

I long to hold you like the earth holds rain,

To breathe your scent and feel your gentle grace;

Though silence fills the garden where you reign,

Your blossom’s dance remains no time can chase.

Though winds may carry your soft petals far,

Love’s fragrant bloom will always be my star.

Now with a bow to nature’s final chance,

I offer peace to your last, gentle dance.