Into Poems - Poems about Into

Our love~ a dance, a flame, a rollercoaster ride. A song sung on a long journey, two stolen hearts sewn into one spirit— as if prepared for life's tourney, not to slide as we glide~ deaf to all blame... sort of....

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You carved your smile into my solitude, the chisel of your memory digging deep into the marble of silence, Leaving orchids to bloom in the cracks of my pain, petals of hope in the desert of sadness, You were not a lover, but a rebirth, a sudden awakening from the sleep of a monotonous and gray life, A...

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mark your territory with those cherry lips make me your altar, a sacred place to worship mark me yours in places no else been so bite me, kiss me and love me i'll be your sitter, as you sculpt a figure of me naked and alone, for your eyes to feast upon me too much ecstasy will fill up our red...

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I quest for stars...for calm repose Lingering far from darkened sea beyond weaves of tranquility. Noises from my barbed mind grows dim As I reach this quiet of trance Engaged in one mystical dance. Through solitude...fear vanishes This thorn released in quiet time When minutes drift from pause sublime. And tracing imprints…sand from heel Gentle the lift , from nowhere came Where healing breathes…as...

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We soar into May with a joyful cheer, A month of magic, the best of the year. The earth awakens, the air grows sweet, With blossoms and warmth, life feels complete. On May Day morn, the ribbons entwine, Around the Maypole, a divine dance. Laughter and singing fill the sky, Welcoming spring as clouds drift by. Then comes the fifth, with a vibrant...

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Ignorance is a rhyme without a soul, an art fading into slow oblivion, like fallen tulips swirling through captive rays of a weary sun, amidst hot sighs tearing through the deafening silence of the evening, and they are more than the burning thorns of a phoenix rose moon, infused in scarlet elixirs of an enchanted dusk weaving its silent...

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if I ever lost my faith in you I just don’t know what I’d do whenever I look you are there and no other can compare in darkness you comfort me and when away from the crowd I can share with you my glee be annoyed or be proud if I ever lost my faith in you I just don’t know what I’d do whenever...

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The static hiss, a prelude soft and low, Before the velvet voice began to flow. Ninety-four point seven, a beacon in the night, Guiding our young hearts with its gentle light. The eighties hummed with neon's vibrant gleam, But in the airwaves, a more tranquil dream. Mellow Touch unfolded smooth and so slow, Where whispered melodies began to grow. Remember Sunday mornings lazy...

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Chiffonade Basso Continuo Bolero. The term "procreate" refers to the act of reproducing, meaning to have children or offspring. If you are middle-aged and wish to procreate, it means you desire to have children later in life, which may present some unique challenges and considerations. While it's possible to have children later in life, fertility can naturally ...

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as the glowworms in the stygian night threw flickers of light like scattered gems, when little birdies cuddled under their mother’s warmth, while the long whistle of a train was dying in the distance, I sensed the indulgent grip of the hands of Sleep who took me to his gilded chamber of dreams! ...

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War shapes the warriors it touches, leaving behind vestiges that linger in their lives long after the battlefield fades from view. In Recon Marines: Searching for the Real Enemy, we are thrust into the unrelenting grip of Vietnam's jungle, a landscape both indifferent and eternal. Yet the war waged in the depths of memory proves...

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They say that those in hell won't come back. Internally in pits of darkness, it's the hardest thing to break someone free.  Wanna hear about the night that Chris Nielson died? Wanna hear about the night his wife Annie couldn't take anymore, the night Annie's mind got fried? Both of them trying not dwell and continue to...

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Look at me now, torn and cast into the unforgiving wind of passing, Just as a bored child abandons a broken doll, Seeking something else to fill their heart with new laughter and colors, Torn and cast away, I can offer nothing more, I am a vessel emptied of the essence of giving. Perhaps, if you would let me...

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There's no need to contort yourself into the architecture of a man to be sovereign, You don't have to reverberate his thunder to be heard by those who ignore your whisper, Power is not a costume to be worn in his rhythm, with his callouses and conquests, Let them measure strength through imitation, you, you were born to...

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