Invitation Poems - Poems about Invitation

"The Invitation" I saw you — like lightning notices the earth before it strikes. My breath forgot its rhythm, my eyes rehearsed what touch might feel like if permission ever passed between us. I want you — not just the body wrapped in moonlight, but the pulse beneath it, the places you’ve never let language reach. The ache you hide in your slowest smile. Can I take you to my love...

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Imagine this An empty chair And opposite Another there You choose to sit You have a choice No movement. No whisper. Just silent voice You wait a while You close your eyes To calm the spinning.. Break bonds. Break ties Pretty soon You're feeling seen Such clarity Not like a dream Sat in the dark Creative light Invades your soul Joyful and bright The shadows Are no longer there No doubt or shame Just love and care Everything...

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(Verse 1) Ding, ding, the echoes come, I’m lost in thoughts that never run, Spinning circles, can’t escape, Chasing lines I can’t relate. The silence hums a steady beat, Can’t hear the words, they’re incomplete, But there's a whisper in the air, A comment drifting everywhere. (Chorus) Oh, drop me a comment, make it real, Tell me what’s true, tell me how you feel, I’m floating here,...

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I will be at the cafe across from the pier with a coffee and a buttery croissant. I have kept a place for you, a sunlit table and prepared a view with small boats moored in a mirrored calm, birds wading the shallows and clouds drifting across a tinted morning sky. Too deep in your silence, I know you will not come but I shall wait here on...

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heart unhindered open doors subtle ...

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Her eyes a sapphire blue, An awesome sight to view, Her nose aristocratic, She was so charismatic, Her lips a rosy petal pink, One had to blink, Or been seen as staring, Her nature a sheer blessing. Her hair pure black like coal, Her ears so dainty as if she stole Them from a pretty fairy, Her friendly attitude quite flirty, Her peeking bosoms such a tease, Begging...

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We’re in the Souk in somewhere like Baghdad, but not so land-locked. Tripoli, more like. “He stole an apple – catch the little tyke!” The hue and cry goes up. They chase the lad, whose crime is hunger: look at how he’s clad! Pursuers, armed with blunderbuss and spike, are gaining. As they’re just about to strike, they get the sharpest shock...

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Enter, this way, don't mind the dank shadow-crawling tunnel, nothing has lived here for years. Antechamber ahead, no need to crouch now. In this chill hall you can admire a black moon pinned to an even darker sky. So far, you have just been reading my thoughts, now you may discern my mouth and one bloodshot eye, fear not, I am just a...

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(A seductive voice whispers as incense fills the air) Sat within here A discarded loop in time and space Within this room I see you all in the distance Shimmering through Like bright pink desert mirages In your living tombs Stood alone In my magical circle of no rehearsals Chanting Yaruba tribes Ancient magical rites Summoning up the populous of Godhead So I the...

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This is my English translation of "L'Invitation au voyage" ("Invitation to the Voyage") by the French poet Charles Baudelaire. It's a poem he wrote for his soulmate... Invitation to the Voyage by Charles Baudelaire loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch My child, my sister, Consider the rapture Of living together! To love at our leisure Till the end of all pleasure, Then in climes...

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Gambler, I am not watcher of gamblers be One stood to depart approach I, to engage So I whispered and he listened "I saw you cheating." He said, "That's absurd." "I saw you praying." "To you that's cheating?" "Usurper of The Word." "Prayer is a privilege." "Words of an Opportunist." ...

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INVITATION Come with me You will soon see Be prepared for it all Do not ever be afraid It will be displayed Come with me Join with us No fear and no fuss You will be welcomed I would say By night or day Be prepared for it all ...

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"Red Invitation" Crocheted a whole story in golden twine of soft angora She said no purple I don’t want purple Agapanthas the whole barbecue thing is a party thing unattended. This was the most recent conversation. Lavender Street, She said, the Church sits in, how apt. Lavender. Well oiled. Calmly receptive. Ashes to ashes. Crocheted a whole story in golden twine of soft angora....

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I was with you, in the beginning Being present for delivery of WORD Your growth was astounding And commitment unto death, pure But then, government entered the gate And offered concessions for compliance I watched your back bend I entered in, you slithered, away I surrounded you, as Deception grew A dragon, drenched in sacrificial blood Destructive fire rolled out of your mouth Consuming innocence with...

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I do it often, drag a perfect morning in through the front door of myself and make it a reluctant guest, replace its colors with my own dour palette, drown out its soft voice with noise. It has become a habit, trying to confine the morning's width within my space, hold its edges so it doesn't stretch beyond my reach. Its freedom is almost an...

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