Long Love poetry Poems

your silken skin gleams opaline
bathed in Luna's soft wash of cornflower - like a
porcelain Madonna by Michelangelo
conjured to life by the magic
of moonlight

your eyes open just long enough to
affix mine, and affirm I'm in a...

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Imitation! Creative Compliment, Lacking in Originality, or Plagiarism? 

This week takes me back to college days. I was taking a graduate course (as a Physics major)   in 'Modern Poets' at the University of...

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Translation of Les Moulins de mon Cœur-THE WINDMILLS OF YOUR MIND by T. Wignesan

(For the orignal text in French by Eddy MARNAY : see here below. The English version by Marilyn and Alan BERGMAN differs...

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Galactic Strings or Void of Space?

A poem’s akin to a necklace, one fashioned
of water-worn pebbles (from rarest of realms),
stone cold truths tumble-polished, love’s chord weaves together.
Do fossilized beads left behind in Life’s wake
spark faint hint...

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An Echo Poem

Original: This Much I Know – Poem by Lora Colon of PoemHunter
Reprinted here with permission.

Soon the sun will set in this valley
Where I’ve roamed for many a year, 
So many questions left unanswered,...

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Warriors in us, 
                      When time comes, we fight our fiercest battle
  ...

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(5)   At the same time, the US was exploring space, and we were able to view the stars for the first time in space above the atmosphere. Earthbound telescopes have to look through...

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SPEECHLESS SPOKEN WORD ARTISTE

So if my vocal folds can’t collaborate to produce sounds to communicate loudly to your beautiful mind that I have an endless mission of loving you, can’t there be any mere articulation...

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Everything that is created
disguises a hidden purpose....
A calligrapher writes out his lines
not just for the exquisiteness of the script
but to also convey a meaning.
           ...

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I have always had a love for books,                           ...

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What can wash away my sin, Nothing but the blood of Jesus

I’m a product of perfection yet this love written in red doesn’t always feel free

I have never felt worthy, only dirty, so I wear...

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Part 01 - The Earth is Still

SURE and so satisfied to be here together again. Let the gardens carry on its song.
i stand around in the peace that comes from the smell of flowers so...

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Deep within every heart there lies a special place, where broken hearts go, when another takes their place
When the heart is broken in two there is no way to hide the pain, the heart goes...

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Happy and the Rest 
 To Everyone.. Alpha and Omega frequency good news speaks in hertz nanoseconds one touch hands shake the mind body and soul soul time mate leaped in time whole being most...

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Here I sit on this old run-down stool stretching out my fingers to play, I am waiting patiently for the notes to come to me so that I know what I need to say
I wonder...

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These days I seek no more than this, discernment, verse gets heard,
a comment’s icing on the cake, but ratings are absurd.
A ‘one’ could be my best review, a ‘five’ the praise of fool,
a compliment, fraud’s...

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Welcome, friends, into this day. 
I see we are wearing our Scientist hats today.

John Wheeler: We are the sun's way of thinking about itself.

Wow, that's truly cosmic, or kosmic; probably both.
I don't disagree,
although I do...

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Tesu A Folk Love Story of India  Part. 5

Prelude Note: 
The story as painted here on Poetry Soup 
is the sole creation and imagination of the writer, 
except the names Tesu and Jhonjhi. 

The...

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Moonbeams shine, sprouting sepia stars
Her heart's deepest recesses
Glow in the waves of a rose lake
Views that enliven the pulse of the nerves
Fairy tones bestow fragrance
Clouds of jasmine chilled and orchids nipped
Silky brown lips spoke in...

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The Gift of ‘Not’ Knowing

I have toyed with the thought of free-will as a curse
(Hell reserved for bad choices, but Grace earned a joke?)
Is there madness or peace for those gifted by God
(or by dust...

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Oft Bold The Thoughts, When Pen Strikes Paper

Oft bold the thoughts, when pen strikes paper
even should ones shovel meet dark coals.
Shrouds removed, to smell new rising vapors
or challenge poets tired and resting souls!

Sought, shimmering pools...

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Pity Clarity
by Michael R. Burch

Pity Clarity,
and, if you should find her,
release her from the tangled webs
of dusty verse that bind her.

And as for Brevity,
once the soul of wit—
she feels the gravity
of ironic chains and massive...

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TOMORROW IS ALWAYS YESTERDAY
The day my love was rejected
My soul itself,was so dejected
All the nights drift into the surreal
My life's..a nightmare..so unreal
Pain touches my inner core
The day she said no more..no more
Concentration just flies away
Tomorrow...

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I was seventeen, had one year left of high school and a boyfriend I didn't even love. It was the end of summer, and I was on the verge of a night indelible
because it was...

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My love for you
is beyond prophecy or endowment
and lay before you a love letter from the heart
beneath the moonlight's glow
where our eyes find a silent understanding
that embraces each passionate emotion
swirling and entwined in the depth...

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