I'm the guardian of a beautiful heart
That I'm protecting from the world
I'm scared to take it and show it to you
Because it breaks at the slightest drop
It sings the most beautiful songs
It dances to unknown tunes
It conjures up beguiling fantasies
And cries over forgotten dreams
It is already broken in a lot of places
It doesn't appear as good as it used to be
Still it is the only thing that belongs to me
And I'm supposed to take care of it until I die
It is also my most beautiful possession
So sometimes I feel like showing it too
But the world doesn't sense its fragility
And more often than not, a crack ensues
It was once so beautiful to see
But nowadays its filled with scars
When I prayed to God I had no idea He would send me you,
Like I prayed for this, I prayed for you,
That He knew a King needs a Queen and nothing less,
But He sent an Angel, He sent His best,
That when I was praying I never could've guessed,
That when I rose off my knees, that I would rise up,
The melody of your skin lingers
The scent of your need
Your fingers curve
My lips are raw from your want
Agony so sweet
Only blissful pleasure
Is what you give to me
I trace all my favorite places
My sighs become your symphony
Our shared breath is all you need
Nothing else matters
Not time or space
Pulling us higher
Our personal passion
Where you begin
Is where I end
Completing each other
Comfort with my best friend
Greater things and greater man
Are made of broken bones and harder flesh
Of sinful howling and cruel desire
Of ow full wisdom and own will
Only the longing pass and the scarier future
Are the walls in the room of fulfilment.
I love a windy day
All the tree branches sway and wave
They don't want to behave
Falling leaves, I must save before
The wind stirs up once more
A taste of what's in store for fall
The best season of all
Over when winter calls too soon.
A Luc Bat (a Vietnamese poem that means 'six-eight' - the poem consists of alternating lines of 6 & 8 syllables. The rhyme scheme renews at the end of every 8 syllable line and rhymes on the sixth syllable of both lines - see below:
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"I just have to be close to you, one way or another, either physically, emotionally, or mentally. And sometimes I need all of it at once." - JMStorm
Today has been one of those days
Where things don't go my way
It starts to feel like that always
When my days fall short
And my heart feels heavy like stone
It's you I've been thinking about most
I'm melting on the inside
Trying not to show stress
It's only your voice that can soothe me
But it comes down to pictures on a screen
warm, summer day.
and a stubborn insistence
"you can, you will"
wide smile & shaky confidence,
you felt the wind at your back.
and, not once,
did you ever look back.
Follow me and I will guide you to the truth of yourself
You’re made for so much more then mediocrity
You have a purpose in this world to lift up others
To give a helping hand
You have the ability to breathe life into someone’s heart and soul
You have it in you
life is an etch-a-sketch.
are a beautiful work of art
and others are a wicked line.
in a single shake,
things go topsy turvy
and all is lost.
but from the empty sands
we can begin again.
and from nothing we make something
and from something we make nothing
and in the end,
all we have to show is the journey.
She was born in November skies
Prefers deep conversations in the moonlight
She’s a warrior who’s been through hell
Searching for heaven with a hopeful heart
She lives for the night sky
The stars guide her to the deepest truth
We all long for that missing piece of ourselves.
Not knowing we had it all along
an old soul
full of the knowledge
passed through generations
of what is lost and found
all our roots run deep
although how we blossom
is not only our path
but the legend
we have to become
-joshua ryan stewart
I poured myself out unto the page,
And it ran red,
And left me empty inside,
I wanted to feel myself again,
So I placed my hand in the oozing mess,
And smeared me all over the page,
How much louder can I get,
Then to be out in the open, bright colored, plastered against, a bright, white, wall,
Can you hear me now?
I said, can you hear me now?
Can you now see my need for you to see me?
I'm screaming from the inside,
From my hollowed inside,
The opening of my mouth, is as the triggering of a megaphone,
But my pain falls silent on your deaf ears,
The lights are dimming,
My breath is fading,
And still I wait for you to fill the void, of absence, that used to be you,
As I lay there on the floor,...
The pen is always ready
Patiently, to be used for greatness,
To inscribe into reality,
The words that live, only in your mind,
To become a permanent point in time,
For the well placed words, in a well formed sentence, are irreversible, once read or heard,
So speak thoughtfully,
And write meaningfully,
To be heard, and read, and felt by the world,
As a joyful experience,
With uplifting and positive intent,
Now, feel, think, think deeper,
And be the dream creator, that the pen awaits,
Waste not it's ink, it's life blood, on the frivolous, but spend it to change lives, to breath wonder into the world,
The pen awaits,
Patiently for you,
To use it, to will,
¿Cómo inventar un poema de amor
si la lluvia nocturna
te quita la inspiración?
lo haces viendo sus fotografías
y el último video recibido hace algunos días,
recordando alguna canción
que bailaron los dos,
cerrando los ojos
e imaginando su voz
"Te amo mucho mi amor"
He’s kind he’s sweet,
but what’s behind that mask I see?
A bitter heart tainted with envy.
Your eyes dark as night,
Your arms strong and tan,
Though you look lovely, I can never be tricked again.
ONE LAST TIME
Isn’t she beautiful,
when she talks to the stars,
while mounting the river bed?
Now I am stuck in the devil’s house,
no tears to shed,
at the neck of my bed,
where she once lay beside me, dreaming.
Forgotten days at the feet of the winds,
and the gospel chimes have gone mute inside the locks of my heart,
finding a way out amidst the moist bricks of some underpass,
Life sulking as the injured voices in my heart can’t recite,
they are absent and lost in the towns I hold inside.
All I see is my small dark head,
restrained by the edge of hands,
knocking on the door of barren lands,
receding echoes and distant lores,
for they are calling me back.
Isn’t she an artist,
when she pai...
It isn't easy for me to let it go
Cause I've swallowed every single word
And every whisper, every sigh
Eats away this heart of mine
And there is a hollow in me now
And it's not enough to tell me that you care
When we both know the words are empty air...
There is poetry in leaving,
somewhat like falling in love.
You always loved poetry
and now you are it.
- Aroo Joshi
You’re an anomaly
The second I thought I knew you, I would second guess myself
Because all you are is a series of faces and emotions
It’s almost as if you were just a character I made up in my head
To make my fantasies and day dreams a reality
And I never wanted to believe that in the end
You were going to be anything other than that