Love Illusion Poems

I said I knew him—
like the sea knows the moon,
drawn, pulled, dancing tides to his rhythm.
I traced constellations in the freckles on his back,
wrote sonnets...

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Your voice cuts through steam—
warmth rising from my cup,
a faint scent of roasted earth.

I count the seconds between your words,
save the pause, that breath before...

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Deceit is a silent killer
Yet so many wear it well
They master the art of pretending
And call the mask a shield.

Like her
She crowned me with tender...

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I have a brain.
But not just any brain — I have a brain dog.

It doesn’t sit. It doesn’t stay.
It runs. Fast. Far. Wild.
It sniffs every...

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This piece was sparked by an idea in a fellow poet Tom Woody’s’ — “Last Dance Amid the Stars.”  I however, followed a very...

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This world illudes us
Like a mirage enticing;
Still, we cling to it....

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"It's not in the way that you use it"
with the color of that money
Made a "run" for it
"Something is tearing us apart"
A "Bad: influence took...

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"Sometimes, the heart holds on in silence—tied to old habits, haunted by what could never be.
cry swallowed by shadows, a confession born from obsession and...

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They say,
Be not moved by gold,
Nor charmed by crowns,
Nor swayed by faces
Carved like the dawn.

But by hearts that give
Without asking for more,
By spirits clothed in...

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The big Illusion 

I’m too tired to find any meaning in life. We are born, and our only function is to sow our seed and...

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April

This month is the fourth, an illusion
New feelings, imagined perspectives
Lie, only dream, a recurring phenomenon
Nothing else, nothing special, trapped life

Yes, life radiates from the swamp,...

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Her face showed freshness of a fecund lea, 
Inviting eyes lured me then to explore, 
Her bosom conveyed warmth that was friendly,   ...

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Illusion is a strange thing
Once hugged, it is responsible to come out
When and how to make it done
No one knows that already
Maybe a smiling face,...

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I am tired
Waiting to get you
Hoping to get your love
A drop of your eyes in search of illusion
Do you really don't understand anything 
Or pretend...

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As always, in the days before you arrive, I fall ill.
A premonitory sign of the melancholy to come.
Some part of me is staging an intervention.
But...

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