#romantic verse

[darknessdrops]

Cold dank on the Spanish steps.
Half way up maybe half way down. 
Dun black grim soft footsteps. 
Muffled over cough / a dismal drown
A room like others, no different not particular
High ceilings low light, small windows no view
Unchanging and cold, but not forever young flickering figure / a dying fire

[rolloroberson]

Starcrossed

Down the silent night

The streets lie supine from the southern heat,

The birds nestle, the moon lights the breezes blowing across the lakes and silver streams of the fabled Lowcountry

What sounds ride the palmetto air,

What emotions have been lost to fear,

Above it all a small voice starts ringing like a bell in the Carolina night,

Calling his name in a language only they understand-

It will resound in their memories for the rest of their days.

The little town will awaken to the echoes of their timeless passion.

The shadows of their embraces emblazoned on the sides of ancient structures like the buildings of Pompeii:

A star suddenly falls from its perch,

An owl flies blindly into a passing car,

A streaking rabbit pauses to let her heart arrive

And gaze at the brilliance

Before her passing eyes

Starcrossed

Starcrossed

Starcrossed…

2022©DavidFloyd

“She rings like a bell through the night

And wouldn't you love to love her?

She rules her life like a bird in flight

And who will be her lover?

All your life you've never seen a

Woman taken by the wind

Would you stay if she promised you heaven?”- Stevie Nicks

[donmaciver]

Release

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I saw you in the twilight gloaming

a shock of tumbling hair in flowing

as waterfall in graceful showing

your arms upraised, your hands releasing

a cloudburst of energy expelled

against a sunset filled with hope as

anguish of painful past cast away

softly you cried, a burden set free

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I felt your pain yet softly tender

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[whiteblueberries]

Ephemera

‘Ah, do not mourn,’ he said, 'That we are tired, for other loves await us; Hate on and love through unrepining hours. Before us lies eternity; our souls Are love, and a continual farewell.’

- W. B. Yeats

[creofire]

A Whisper None’ll Ever Hear

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A Whisper None’ll Ever Hear

    We sit here, alone talking in silence taking the entire place not by greed but by chance   Words unspoken take feathers dancing and floating around singing like cherubs with words woven by serene silence   Not a word, nor a sign fingers hugging the glasses tight   I bow by h...

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[creofire]

Love is… - The Infinite Attempt

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Love is… - The Infinite Attempt

    Makes one’s heart stubbornly fragile A sweet irony that gives you wings But prevents you flying at will An alchemist is it Transforming you into someone else A magic where you lose yourself willingly And search to find the lost ‘you’ Everyone is determined To unearth this grail of ...

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[rpsvpoetry]

There's a difference between a spark of interest which leads to a wonderful friendship and a friendship that led to becoming best of friends... From there, you begin to fall for your best friend. Whilst the other friendship grows and forges a new light and support in your life. A really big difference. Because everything happens for a reason.

-Rabbit Vang- January 24, 2014

[astrangevictory]

Teasdale Tuesday

"Riches"

I have no riches but my thoughts

Yet those are wealth enough for me; 

My thoughts of  you are golden coins,

Stamped in the mint of memory;

And I must spend them all in song, 

For thoughts, as well as gold, must be

Left on the hither side of death

To gain their immortality.

How true it is-how priceless those memories are. I hoard them in the jewel-casket which holds my most hallowed, loved experiences. And yet time, and age, still work their way in and rub away at those memories, making them fade,  so slowly but nonetheless certainly, over the advancing years.