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in the pause
— beauty is still,
and as moments gently move
embracing the rush . . .
the air holds a soft h u s h.
in gentle breaths
words wait to whisper—
a timeless melody we know . . .
the closeness of
forever love.
lingering in the calm
creates a longing for
a tender touch,
and— a delicate
echo
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~ safe in the space and feeling you close ~
The autumn day is beautiful and sweet,
and the sounds of nature ring loud and sharp;
I stand listening to a lone bird song.
His tweets, chirps and twirls an echoing song,
I am in awe of his melody sweet;
and then, the wind answers in whispers sharp.
Somewhere, a tree branch breaks with a crack sharp,
disturbing tranquility of this song;
I love nature and the hidden sounds sweet.
Let this sweet, sharp, song ever drift and float.
Don't try to understand too hard.
The lyrics you may disregard.
For, in life's song, you must see
the meaning's in the melody.
Drop everything everything
Drop everything everything
Drop everything everything
Stop, don’t do anything
And listen to my heart beat
Listen as our souls meet
Drop everything
Let our love sing
Out of tune but with melody
Out of time for the remedy
So
Drop everything everything
Stop, don’t say anything
But
I love you
To deny oneself of the things you are fond of
Long conversations, goofy talks
little candy of love and care
the melody of understanding each other
the wait for the phone to ring.
It's a shakespeare tragedy,
Falling out of the loop
Riding the cycle the wrong way
just to stand out and keep it cool.
It aches right at the core
to not have something you absolutely adore
But you sit silently for the sake of peace
or because you know It'd go unheard.
I don't know if that's love
For me it was always like roses
Either I forgot about the thorns or the lovely smell made it non-existent.
I try to comprehend it,
put the puzzle back into one piece
It might take time but well
a poet will never put her love to sleep.
~ Shreshtha Mishra
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as words —
move
like the melody of rain,
— somehow creating a beautiful mood
… a whisper of love —
falls lightly upon my skin.
— you then
softly say,
breathe me in
and stay . . .
let me take your breath away.
i melt
in the melody —
so whisper once again,
as the tip-tapping of rain
continues to create a poetic symphony
— between breaths
… yours and mine.
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* drifting in dewy - dreamy moments *
in the satisfying sensation of love
Often in the least expected
A moment, breathed
by the softest sunset, the melody
rhythms of a prayer at twilight,
wonders inspired,
quietly harmonizing with the songs
lovely stories written by hearts
who hear the psalms
verses revealed by birds in flight,
fluttering poems,
hearts opened by grandma’s biscuits,
chestnuts bowed low
on a October afternoon,
sweet silence beneath the glorious rhythm
of rain showers, blessings
crying out gentle tales,
beneath the bravest skies
eyes glistening, tears from the oaks
and pines who weep with leaves
in softest green, buttery sunlight
trembling with reflections
what it means to believe in yesterday
before the graves were filled
before the nights were cold
before the stars grew dim
before the memories wept
tears who reveal what it means to agree
even the heart’s sweetest memories
can be soaked in grief.
Melody Lane
Andante Way
Minuet Pass
Crescendo Trail
Violins strain
Trumpets blare
Drums boom
Cymbals~ silent
The Mountain goes blank
Look up, say Thanks
We as young clay are
molded and folded to
be the pretty pot being
stuffed into the ovens
before our edges can
even be buffed. I don't
want to be in this kiln
Its flames's to hot with
words left unspoke and
songs left un wrote. And when
I crack under the pressure they
set for us. They say to just glaze
over those cracks as they turn their
backs on the broken pot and it's
forgotten song. It's
melody of helps and
pleas left only for the
fool willing to see
a catastrophe
dressed in a
pretty dream.
nature bids me welcome
through open french doors I hear
melody of song
Let's watch the snow melting
It's wonderful and very nice
The nightingales are back
The sun warms the day
The weather is great. It is mild
In the streets where kids are playing
Football and girls are jumping ropes
It's nice out. It's a glorious spring
Let's hum the songs of yesteryear
Together harmoniously.
The air is good and fresh this morning
After the breakfast of hot buttered
Petits pains and latte
We go to the platform on the quay
To skate, to see and witness
The comings and goings of the small sailboats. It's dark
At the bottom of the ocean where the fish intertwine
The weather is nice. It is springtime
Let's sing the chorus of the old days
Together melodiously.
Copyright © March 2021, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
In moments dark, you lit the way,
A constant heart, come what may.
No words can say, no deeds can show,
How much you mean, how much I know.
You're the calm in my stormy sea,
The one who holds me, sets me free.
With every breath, you'll stay with me,
In every moment, you'll be the key.
Through laughter and tears, through joy and pain,
You've been the one who'd catch me again.
Your love is the anchor that holds me tight,
My safe haven, my guiding light.
In busy days and quiet nights,
Your presence is the one thing that feels right.
You lift me up when I'm feeling low,
And with one smile, my heart starts to glow.
You see the best in me, even when I can't,
You believe in me, and that's a beautiful chant.
With you, I feel like I can face the world,
Together, our love will be the flag that's unfurled.
In this wild ride called life, you're the one I hold,
The one I'd travel miles and miles to be with, bold.
Your love is the melody that fills my soul,
The beat that keeps my heart whole.
So here's to you, my guiding star,
Thank you for being there, near and far.
I love you more with each passing day,
Forever and always, in every way.
When songbirds croon along the bay
To cast a dusted star of teal ,
I then recall a summer flame
Which wrote about our truth, our dare :
And young we were ...a bliss reviewed
The wildest lips moist as night's crest;
A passion christening one vow
While tinselled glow blessed this request.
We siezed youth's hunger ...hours entwined
Where cooing jays acted like hosts ;
Yet tunes grew stark like omen dark
More vicious than two hearts on edge.
So now I hear night's melody--
The bay older than ardor past
A time when seventeen grew frail
Held by one gentle... gentle star.
You are the new and unheard
symphony of light
replenishing the world with sweet returns
in your morning, through your night.
Christopher M. Swan 2010
a single kiss
a silent goodbye
i really miss
the lullaby
a sweet melody in the night
a gentle wind makes me feel alright
to drown the pain
to ease the hurt
to hide the rain
to clean the dirt
off my back
off my face
off the life
off the earth
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