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I do not know?
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I see you as a work of art
Handsome
Loyal
Mysterious
Charming...
Beautiful...
Everytime I look at you
I'm in awe
of the finest detail of you.
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Rhyme
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Why can't he see,
I belong with him,
He belongs with me?
Ever so shy,
I love him to death,
But can't see why.
'Till death do us part,
These magical words,
A true work art.
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Acrostic
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You, the one riding the wind like the Orion belt watching from afar
Anticipating, watching in silence
Nonetheless, still I ask: Wherefore art thou? Sending thy storm hither
Nibbling this flustered heart away.
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Free verse
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His body is a work of art
I could glance at him for hours
I look at him and wonder if the gods sculpted him, he’s so Beautiful
He only has to kiss me and my heart races
I feel tingles in the places where I want his tongue to be
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Romanticism
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Am i lucky or am i worthy
For u art thou beauty
U touch thine heart
With thee charm
Thou shall see the blood thrush
Through the veins of thy love
And manifest the breath
taken by the wind
Am i lucky or am i worthy
I AM BOTH
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Rhyme
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God has graced divine onto thee,
In my arms, thine soul is set free.
Thou art an enigma, an note.
As though a piece of symphony that I wrote.
Once I may have left our destiny to the stars,
Now I'll never let them orchestrate your scars...
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Free verse
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IN LOVE WITH AN A~R~T~I~S~T
Bathing in the moonlight,
Holding onto my heart,
I inhale your breath
~Of purest delight ~
You entice my soul
With wisdom and art
I surrender my words
~Like A Love at first sight~
In dreams you capture
~My surreal sight~
As I inhale your breath
~of purest delight~
REDfiery ©2016
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Classicism
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ROYALTY: VELENTINO PHIRI our Grandfather
From a place of refuge he trekked
to the peripheral of the throne
rightfully his
"Moses on the verge of Canaan..."
Endowed with a rare talent
potent of perfecting the art
that built pyramids in days ancient
A mighty man...
Though not enthroned
A KING he was...ruler of our people...
True as it was
He still is....ROYALTY!
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Triolet
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One night long ago I saw a lovely creature,
It was like gazing at a fine piece of art.
I got lost in his eyes and every other feature,
One night long ago, I saw a lovely creature.
I was an eager student, and he was a teacher,
In that moment in time he had my heart.
One night long ago, I saw a lovely creature,
It was like gazing at a fine piece of art.
Alexis Y.
05/22/2021
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Free verse
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Echoing all around
Beauty of Winter stream
Frozen droplets seen
Birds from the forest
Greeted our tourists
My Creator, my heart
You are Master of fine art
Our harmony accords
Glory to you my Lord
Purity of life
It is you, Jesus Christ
With love we replenish
Your heart we have kept as precious
Honor to our faith
Heavenly Father preciously gave
Glory to delight
Many are in sight
Embraced by God's love
Heavenly blessed from above
We are beloved
Deliver them our love
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Free verse
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Words are words
What does it mean?
So many words to choose from
Sometimes they weigh very heavy indeed
What words for love?
What words for pain?
Words caress our souls when feelings drain
Our minds hold the secret to a greater key
To an understanding that we can see
So many words you can see in me
My eyes tell stories that words would fail to glean
Words are beautiful
Words are dark
Words of war
Words of art
Words that sing so many tunes
What words have I to give to you?
Love. Love. Love.
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Epic
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Love dance
Let's dance in the galaxy
Of love
Were our heart beats as one
Feeling each others deepest love
With no strings attached
So paint my heart with
Your colours of love
Cos in deed I will always
Be yours
Love dance
Lets dance in the galaxy
Of love
Were the true colours of our
Emotional and passion
Can never turn sorrows
You always turn me on
With you dancing steps
And now am yours
In this colourful galaxy
Of love
Truly I love your art of love
Deeply I love the colours
Your loving soul bleeds.
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I do not know?
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You are my place of solace, your voice is serene music to my ears.
Gazing into your deep oceanic eyes is like reading enriching literature.
Your smile is aesthetic work of art evoking a sense of tranquillity to my bewildered mind.
I hear a gentle sound of waves crashing against the shore through your breathing.
Your touch is like reaching the alluring summit of Mount Kilimanjaro.
Your presence is a wildflower meadow filled with fantastical butterflies which I try to capture for just one moment.
You are my picture of a dream, I see you day and night.
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Free verse
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What is forever,
To be with you always my handsome prince.
What is forever,
To be with my beautiful relatives and friends.
What is forever,
Forever is a long time and you can't touch the rainbow.
What is forever,
My handsome prince I love you and i will miss you very much.
What is forever,
My friendship with you is immortalized with God's kingdom.
What is forever,
Your handshake is etched in my mind as our warm friendship.
What is forever,
The hug and kiss spontaneously, your caress and appreciation of my art and poetry.
What is forever,
God's blessing and friendship through the years.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
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Rhyme
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The beauty of you
Ups and downs in life
This beautiful journey
If life was just good days
It’d be flat just like the Prairies
But its not
And neither are you
As much as we are the same
We are different too
Our beauty lies within
Sometimes it is in a dark place
Sometimes it is hidden
This beauty of yours
Is not just your reflection
This beauty is in your mind and heart
True beauty is inside you
Locked away like precious art
Please see the signs
Please find the clues
The true beauty of today
The true beauty of you
Is who you are deep down
And all that you have been through
Kale Brereton
5/1/2018
https://www.thefreethinkinghuman.com/
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Rhyme
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In history's shadows, a tale is spun,
Of a Jewish girl and a Nazi undone.
Two disparate hearts in love's embrace,
Amidst a world engulfed in dark disgrace.
Her grace and lineage, a cherished bloom,
His loyalty trapped in an ominous gloom.
Love's forbidden dance, against all odds,
Two fates entwined 'neath clandestine nods.
Beneath the moon's gaze, secrets did confide,
Hearts united despite the divide,
Yet hatred's tempest tore them apart,
Leaving scars of tragedy, a bleeding heart.
She, emblem of strength, heritage held high,
He, ensnared in beliefs that bid love goodbye.
This tale, a reminder, through history's art,
To choose empathy and love from the start.
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Free verse
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i still remember
the way you said my name-
the way your voice gave me chills;
your lips, so soft,
i still feel them on mine.
you've never left my mind since,
time never ceased and yet with you,
the world felt ours to take;
my thoughts preoccupied by your
sunset skin,
night colored eyes,
the summer leaves in your hair,
and the conversation i wish had never come to an end
i could've died in your arms that day
yet maybe it's too early,
but that's okay too
for time seems endless when you're near.
you feel familiar,
like a distant memory i wish never left me-
and maybe it never will-
but being able to remember it is enough
for i am not of greed,
i will be grateful regardless of what tonight brings.
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Rhyme
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Here comes Santa-Dave, here comes Santa-Dave
Decorating our front door
Poinsettias dressed in garland yards
Red and green galore
White lights shining through holly clusters
A sprinkling of Yuletide luster
Our front porch, a holiday card!
Here comes Santa-Dave, here comes Santa-Dave
Putting up the tree
Silver tinsel draped ornaments
In festive finery
Heirloom angel in cloth and lace
Lending us tradition's grace
Glittering in merry vestments
Santa-Dave knows what we crave
Rumballs and gingerbread his Christmas art
Baked in sugary snowflake surprises
And growing his wife's grinchy heart...
By three sizes
12/9/19
For Writing Challenge- December, 2019 - I Want Christmas Poems
Sponsor, Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode
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Free verse
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He's not a sculpture in a museum,
He was a beautiful art work
And one I'd spend countless years trying to interpret
Give meaning to my exhibits that confuse people
Ignore methods to my madness
And lost sanity
He's not a sculpture in a museum,
He was a painting set up in my heart
Beautiful
Rare
Breath taking
He was a gargoyle protecting me like a crow
He always said, "Whatever is good for your soul, do that"
For a golden hearted man, he's talented with everything he touches
He sits on a pedestal made of 24k gold
A breath taking sight to be seen in a art exhibit
I wish his past lovers and friends well
Because they missed out on the amazing person he became
I find him in the eyes of passing strangers
And conversations I have
He's always with me even when I think he isn't
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Love,like art should be free
It should not be forced, rather grow like a tree
It's not something we set or control
It's something we should let freely to roll
It's a force that comes into our lives even without a knock
And somehow we find ourselves opening the lock
It then stays without any rules or expectations
And defies the set upon existing limitations
Am not good in art but I can draw us together
And you're a lover of art,a bird of my feather
I can paint your face to forever glow
But art is not hurried so I'll take my time slow
And whenever I write, you'll always be the words
Shakespeare's style, you're the queen so I'll play well with the cards
To make this artistic love a reality
This time straight into our souls clarity.
"Art and love are the same thing, well, its the process of seeing yourself outside you"
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I do not know?
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Does she know? Does she know she holds the key to the best of you? Does she care? Or are you just a possession, a trinket to place inside her secret box? Does she love you? No doubt. An art collector has love for the genius of the artist; a collector of jewels has love for the many facets of their most prized diamond. You are more than just someone's vision splashed on this thing called life. You are more than two pieces of coal randomly rubbed together.
Does she know? Does she know the passion you hold inside? Don't dismiss it; it is golden, worthy to be collected. The way you sense hurt in words read but not spoken. The comfort given by just a glance from across the room. The way you steal the breath from my lungs when you walk by. The way your eyes pierce through my soul while carefully reading my lips.
Does she know? More importantly, do you know?
5/30/16
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Ballad
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Folding myself everyday with new looks
Changing my psyche every day, at each case,
It’s you, just you, who melted me
As the wax is liquefied each day
Without any exceptionality.
To make new shapes, new look;
As the artist wishes to heap all over again,
And proof his own creativity he regained;
Are you such an artist, to unfold me always?
Is it love that kept still me in your cage?
Or, is it my weakness as I’m afraid of being free?
I don’t know- still why do I trust or rely on thee!
I’m unaware of thy soul, thy cruel personality,
I dare to know why I embrace this comical brutality.
I feel, my weakness brings you fun and immense strength,
Providing you capital to create your art for bringing fame.
My question is, why me? Why have you chosen me?
Is it for-I don’t have a soul anymore, who will feel shame or infamy?
Tasmina Hayat Khan
8th November 2015
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Villanelle
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You bring me to euphoria, you are my ecstasy.
A peaceful harbor, where I entrust my heart.
You are my love, a part of my destiny.
You make me run this world breathlessly.
You are the one whom I refuse to be apart.
You bring me to euphoria, you are my ecstasy.
This blissful state, I seek desperately.
A beautiful figure, a piece of art.
You are my love, a part of my destiny.
If you were lost, I would search endlessly,
Never able to let you get far.
You bring me to euphoria, you are my ecstasy.
What you give me, is nothing short of serenity.
I would not be, without you to start.
You are my love, a part of my destiny.
You are my savior with works of great intensity,
Someone I will never depart.
You bring me to euphoria, you are my ecstasy.
You are my love, a part of my destiny.
~Bre
(fun fact - the day I wrote this my heart was
broken) 5-29-21
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I heard it said once
That attractive to an artist
Does not mean "pretty"
In the average sense
But more something that
Is interesting to look at
And makes you want to
Keep looking
To him, I can look for hours
And want to keep looking
He is the color burnt umber
Like coffee and cream
And purest black ink
Not blue-black, or brown,
But the undiluted purity
Of a spilled ink-pot
Shaped by the delicate curve
Of a calligraphy brush
Into perfectly, haphazardly
Beautiful curls, erratic and
Bold
And his eyes
Those eyes
Like coffee, taken
Without cream or sugar
But turned amber by sunlight
And sweetened by laughter
Making what might have been
Intimidating, with their darkly
Charcoaled outline that
Marks them as Arab
Instead as sweetly inviting
As the warm half-light of dusk
And so addictive
I've been looking for hours
And I want to keep looking
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In his eyes I see tomorrow
he is the holder of all my time
like beautiful stained glass
holding rainbow colored sand
His touch is healing and divine
like the warmest sun
in summer time
his words are like seashells
As they call out to lovers in the ocean
drifting along the tide to sandy beaches
he has found me anchored to him
holding me with his soft sensual kiss
I see the moon in mid-day now
shining right beside the sun
they over came the obstacles
of all the storms on the run
We are in the eye of the hurricane
where the sky is beautiful all day
enjoying our mystery
to the rest of the worlds dismay
He is the ink that now flows from my quill
I am the tapestry the ancients could never fill
together we are a master piece designed with our love
we are the ones who are well endowed in love
Stained glass masterpieces.
art inked with sand from above
two beautiful lives filled with God in trust
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