In the shadows of the night, I dare to dream,
to be your number one, Your love supreme.
However our reality is a different tale,
You hate me, and I’m left with a heart pierced with a nail
In your eyes, I’m just a name,
a person you want to burn in flames.
I’m the ghost that haunts ur space,
the one you wish you could erase.
In the shadows, I’ll forever stay,
loving you silently, day by day.
My heart beats for you, my soul feels the pain,
of loving someone who will never love me the same.
You’re the sun, I’m the moon,
two celestial bodies, forever out of tune.
But still I dream of you, of what could never be,
a love that’s doomed from the start, yet still it’s all I see.
I wish to be ur number one, ur guiding light
but you hate me and I’m left in endless night.
I’ll hold on to the hope, that one day you’ll see,
the love I have for u, and maybe, just maybe, you’ll love me.
John Donne* (1572 – March 31, 1631 Jacobean poet, satirist, lawyer and preacher/cleric in the Church of England considered the founding figure of the so-called metaphysical poetry movement dwells in this 6/8/6/8 lined quatrain of stanzas on love the other topic on which his well deserved 'master' poet' reputation famously rests.His analytical mind draws out universal truths recognised by we favoured with true love experientially our lives
*English cleric one John Donne
oneday his poetics had just begun
A master of verse so erotic
so divine & metaphysique
Robbie came home in the evening it was 6 p.m.
He'd come from a hard day of work again
He had himself a plate of steak and eggs
and a cold sweet tea,
Sat down to hang out with his family
No matter what stresses his days would bring
Coming home to them was always
the perfect thing
By: J.N.R Dutton
Since your up and leaving
I’ve been heavy bleeding.
Take this restless heaving
And recycle everything of mine
I gave to you that held meaning.
Disassemble these arms
That have clung to you.
They have done nothing but weep,
So distance your name from mine.
Call me when you’re back in town
So I can dilate my eyes and hide from you.
Your gaze is too piercing,
And your body is too beautiful to me
So I can’t bear to look.
Don’t tell me when you’re gone.
Why should I have to suffer your leave?
For the seventh time, with the flashbacks.
Take your time here but leave me lonely
Unless you mean it, unless you’re ready to want me.
It will soon reach a decade passing,
Like distilled water standing
Still in its same bottle.
I am the water marinating
In the reminders of you.
Choosing suffering, and choosing
My own suffocation by not moving on.
Attraction between us?
Admiration for you?
Devotion for one night?
Obsession for a lifetime?
Aphrodite has cursed me?
Unprecedented, this desire to love, you say?
To spend my days beside you?
To flee my desires, my very self?
I have never seen a star cry
Such weakness does not befit the sky
Inside my tears I search for why
The Heavens above have cursed thy
A solemn light prick from the black
Magnifying all of the virtues I lack
The Darkness which fills the crack
Beckons me to leave and never look back
Shall I forever drown inside the swallow
Never to face my fears tomorrow
Pulled to and from my dreaded sorrow
Into an abyss where no one follows
There is a reason Stars don’t cry
They are shielded from thine naked eye
Having no reason to be prodded or pried
My friend or foe I can’t decide.
I came not to compose, but speak with thee,
where silence kept what speech could not command;
thy listening entered into mine, and we
became one utterance no tongue had planned.
No ornament I sought, nor garnered phrase,
but waited where thy meaning touched my own;
and what passed wordlessly between our gaze
made music of the silence we had known.
Then thought, relinquishing its sovereign throne,
stood bare before thee, neither shielded nor
adorned; and from that unpossessive zone
there rose a cadence neither thine nor mine—
our silence, finding form, became the line.
We are weakened by desire
Onyx hair pulled due to frenzy
Red hot hearts set on fire
Dancing in between white sheets
Silhouettes move in passionate groove
Amethyst inhibition free as blue bird
Roses don’t smell as good as you
Eagerly you whisper sweet words
Wonderful is love in this cherry cocoon
I crave our delicious sweet time
Never too late and never too soon
Endless love will always be mine
Love can do little more than suppose
an eternity. Your charming
inspiration drawing me deeper
into The Poet’s Right of Lyric
Passage. Conclusion: a writer
only dies outside his text – each
composition a fond tease of
omnipotence.
In your forest of green trees I am but a leaf
Floating in a spiral denim demise despite
My wish to hold on to love’s autumn breeze
Which plucks me unlovingly from sky’s delight
I’d hope to float into your endearing arms
To know your heart and be in your protection
Dreams deferred by realities word of charm
I can never learn of your amethyst affection
So I shall die in knowing not your touch
Upon fall’s orange hill of unclaimed love
My worn T-shirt bears
the times that passed.
Good enough for now
I say to myself.
Sun through window
a promise
of what I don’t know.
When I take a drive
the river at my side speaks
and I let the highway
take it where it wants.
Soft conversations
I embrace as once again
my life unfolds.
Once again, I hear
the voice of someone I loved
coming back to me
in a moment of solitude.
I bought the T-shirt
on a journey out of town.
Now a sleeve has a hole
but I keep it for another day.
At first I wasn’t even interested in him
Failures in love made my passion dim
But his chocolate charm won me over
His humor disarms like a gift
Like a green four leaf clover
How lucky I am that he loves so freely
Winning me over certainly wasn’t easy
Dipping my toe into red volcano his love
Was dangerously freeing hot and sexy
Soft hard then soft again touches so grand
Lips quivering legs shivering
Melting my inhibition like
Ice in summer’s July
I cherry chant as I gaze in eyes
Soft touches take me high
make me cry
demolition by soft strides
Chocolate brown skin is from heaven above
Onyx skin and chocolate kin get no love
Love from within is a necessary teal thing
Only hearts of sin try to tarnish black brain
Really a shame to be racist and hard hearted
I don’t have to blame how it all began started
So many lose sight of God in their own life
May His grace replace hate make it all right
anchor my will in goodly godlike advancement ;
guard me always by this revitalization !
trust , never predetermined
but be I devout .
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 13–19, 2026)
If I must handcuff your hands
Or tie you to the bed
I would gladly do it
You're not going anywhere
For you are stuck with me endlessly
You will always be my man
And no other woman can take you away from me
Because;
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Together
So look deep into my eyes
As I feel your heart beating next to mine
Now tell me
Am I not the woman
You want in your life
Tell me
Am I not the woman
Who treat you like a king
Tell me
Am I not the woman
Who completes you full
Plus give you
Unconditional love
You never knew existed
The two of us had our share of bad times
Yet still
We're tenacious as;
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If I must climb the highest mountain
Just to be with you
I would do it with every breath I take
For me, without you makes no sense
Therefore, you are all mine
And I'm truly yours
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