Long Lovewrite Poems

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Flow.Spice.Write

"One with Spice"

Flow write a scene to be seen essence
grow in a dream in fields of gold and SOL
Flows... Spice write flight though Knight's
bright light and be. Write Sees. You.

Jewel of Arrakis. Flower not brackish
in the fresh of the Spice, yes... it is nice.
Desert Rose in the nose vision flows
with sense in The Pen's essence yes.

Melange the aware bright orange in air
and sand in the hands aware of the song
Band beats in a tune sweet plants in sun
Dunes of the Gods Wind chimes.

Rhyme. New planets seen in the beam
of the mind bright Light's sight in the Spice
Dream.Writes from a Soul to be seen.

Fluorescence the color of Poetry.
In a sense...Sensitivity and specificity
Beat of the Binary, originality. Recall it
and flow with a Write to Spike it.

Flow.Spice.Write and so Be It.
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Premium Member The Poem I Hope To Write

I want to write a poem
That takes your breath away
That makes your eyes fill with tears
And your knees begin to sway

I want to write a poem
That captures your beating heart
That makes you fall in love again
With me playing the lover’s part

I want to write a poem
That sparks curiosity
That makes you want to write yourself
A love letter addressed to me

I want to write a poem
That you’ll cherish all your life
That makes every maiden reading the verse
Want to be my wife

For if I wrote this poem
That succeeded in these tasks
I feel that I would like your reply
To the question I want to ask

So I search deep inside
For the words that are just right
And use you as inspiration
For this poem I hope to write
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Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Fool

Danielle my love, my sweet
What’s happening to me?
This slow knife your pushing into my chest
Wearing your shades in the pool
Hair down, post-full submersion
You make me wanna cry and scream…


You are 22 and I am 28
You speak with a Long Island accent
And I speak snarkily, blandly, minimally
You don’t even know I write these poems
Or how I feel about you
And I know nothing at all now
The torment erases everything…

You are my soul’s howling storm
Your simple, bulky walk
Like a slightly boastful child
And the easy laughing manner
An early spring eternal
Let me jump into your garden!

And your 8 million soft and subtle expressions of joy
Are enough to map over my entire desirous being from my 
3rd grade first crush to my future’s final kiss, 
That ghostly woman-to-be, in the soft sweet grays beyond,
Far forward, within the hour of my death…

All this, my Wonder, my New Purpose,
In attempt to write you out of my mind
And move on, though I fear I’m merely watering love plants

And watering on, I set out to jog
I will pound along the pavement, 
My fists glistening in the dying sun
My mind reaching for yours
Rushing! Rushing for your spirit 
Somewhere the sprawling summer city.

Here comes the fool: running, rushing in.

Pharo

I
Count
Stones
Bones
And
Tones
To Be
The Wind
Alone now
A Quiet space
Reaching to find you
Expansion of mind
Reaching to find a kind of place
where vision flows and color flies
through too A candlelight spiral as it floats on by in the sky
Tonight in my dream I remember why I write into the Light
A Pharaoh searches for his Queen
Through time and space he comes again
Sound of a Wind hears
Expansion of Mind
A Quiet space
Pharaoh's Queen
Time now
To sea
Hear
As
Here
She
Be
Fair
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Fair Count
Stones Be
She Bones
And Here
As Tones.
To Be, Hear.
To Sea, The Wind.
Alone now. Time now.
Pharaoh's Queen. A quiet space.
Reaching to find you. A quiet space.
Expansion of mind. Expansion of Mind.
Sound of the Wind hears, Reaching to find a kind of place
where vision flows and color flies. Through time and space he comes again.
A Pharaoh searches for his Queen, through too A candlelight spiral as it floats on by in
the sky.
Tonight in my dream I remember why I write into the Light
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