What is the shore without the sea
Aimlessly wondering watery dreams
Deferred desolate depressed empty
Is how I am without love in me
That one true love for which one is blind
Without it there is darkness blackest of times
Is like a blue bird without a heart song
No white wind of romance to carry it on
Without love there is nothing to fight for
No reason to desire life would be a bore
Amethyst art would starve forever more
No apple of the eye to amber adore
Without love music would be dead
The humming of machinery could be heard instead
Humanity would die off no kids born
Feelings would be liability and scorned
Without love I am an empty cocoa shell
With no inspiration no wishing well
No dedication or passion that bleeds
That is what lack of love does to me
A starry sky at night, above
With sleepy eyes I count with love
As fireflies sing sweet, a song
Black canvas high, for you I long
I hope to dream of you and I
Eager soul I wish to find.
love is osmosis
something absorbed
it creeps up on you
right through your pores
it can't be avoided
unless there is no contact
it generates heat...
and a yearning for contract
Love has moved mountains
love has dug depths
Love can pull you into a emotional wreck
A spiral up... a spiral down
the elevator underground
Love knows no bounds
Love knows no time
it continues on without reason or rhyme
Love can take you to the depths of your very soul
cradle you in comfort, be your end goal
and how do you turn it off that was your question I know?
I haven't a clue I am just a bard for you...
What is love? don't you know?
What is Love? don't you know? ohhhhh?
What is Love? don't you know?
Love has moved mountains
love has dug depths
Love can pull you into a emotional wreck
Love knows no bounds
Love knows no time
it continues on without reason or rhyme
Love can take you to the depths of your very soul
cradle you in comfort, be your end goal
What is love? don't you know?
What is Love? don't you know? ohhhhh?
What is Love? don't you know?
I Like You The Most
I heard a song, it made my heart light,
Just like you do, making everything right.
I asked for the title, with a hopeful post,
Then you replied, "I like you the most."
My heart skipped a bit, a feeling so true,
Because you said something, I love to hear from you.
How I wish you'd say that someday, raising a toast,
Not referring to the song, but to me, your host.
Just like the song, with its melodious tune,
I hope you'll say, "You're the one I like," soon.
For in my heart, you'll always be the one I boast,
The one I like, the one I like the most.
Dear Cuckoo,
You come again,
I hear your song,
But I’m left empty,
At the shore of creativity.
My pen bleeds nothing,
My creativity lies in pieces,
There’s a hole in my poetry bag,
I can not save your beautiful songs.
Darkness has fallen on the world,
And you keep reminding me,
Of the lost beauty.
Don’t sing, dear cuckoo,
Your songs are wasted,
In this robotic world.
Go and fly away,
Find a forest of green,
Where hearts are still alive,
And souls can still dream.
Your melodies deserve,
An audience that feels,
Not just digital screens,
But the touch of what’s real.
The poetry in you,
Is a gift to be cherished,
But here it’s suffocated,
By coldness and malice.
So spread your wings wide,
In the light of the sun,
Let your notes echo,
In a place where they’ll run.
Find love in the wild,
Where emotions roam free,
Leave the hollow behind,
For a world that can see.
Dear cuckoo, be free,
Let your song find its home,
In the heart of the living,
Where true beauty is known.
…
I hid my love, concealed it deep within,
Not out of reluctance to say those words,
“I love you,” but to forge a brand new tongue,
A language born of passion, all my own.
I yearned to write a letter, rhymed and sweet,
Each verse a note, a sign of boundless love,
A symphony of words, unsung till now,
To resonate with angels, awe-inspiring.
In their return, the angels would turn back to you
The echoes of a heavenly refrain,
A song forgotten, yet upon their ears,
Its healing balm would mend their broken hearts.
Alas, my efforts faltered, came to naught,
For though I meditated through the years,
In verdant jungles, pleading to the Earth,
To gift me with the melody I sought,
Nature sang me a song, divine and pure,
But in my mortal grasp, it slipped away.
Now, I stand before you lost and unsure,
Of how to express the depths of my love.
No words can capture all that lies within,
No verse or rhyme can fathom my desire.
Yet still, I strive to find a way to show,
The love that dwells inside, forever true.
She was speaking,
" God really loves me,
The way God loves me,
Makes you ... so shocking.
You got sleepless
every nights
Dear enemies there
Where you are.
I love you so much
My enemies , oooh!
Oooh! Oooh!Oooh !
Oooh! Oooh !Oooh!"
May 26/2023
You were my song, I sung it with my heart,
Each note a beat that echoed true,
The melody, a perfect work of art,
A symphony that only I knew.
Your words were like a symphony,
That flowed with such a graceful ease,
And with each note, you captured me,
In a spell that never ceased to please.
The rhythms of your voice,
Were like a warm and gentle breeze,
And when I heard your sweet rejoice,
I knew I’d found a love to seize.
But like all songs, our time did end,
And now your tune is but a memory,
Yet still, I hear it in the wind,
And it brings me back to you and me.
For though we’re no longer together,
And our melody has come to its close,
Your song will stay with me forever,
A love that nobody else knows.
don't go,
hear my love songs
stored and stacked in my heart
give me a chance to sing ~ else it
crumbles
don't go
feel my love dreams
i dreamt for many nights
else dreams of love ~ will turn into
dry tears
5/11/2023
songs of my heart poetry contest
sponsor: JCB Brul
I can’t see beyond the iridescent glow of lights—
forming this unworldly silhouette around his body.
Yet, I can see him:
the shapes of his every breath,
steadily outpaced by his heart,
which could only hope to match mine—
moving at unsurpassed speeds.
I see his neck;
the steady fluctuations
as beautifully gentle words
dance their way past his caressing lips.
I see slight quivers
in the way he mouths the melodic phrases.
They float through the air.
“Just stop your crying…”
As his hands carefully press its keys,
the piano lets them down:
a quiet submission followed by an unfeigned cry.
Everything seems to have left us together here.
It’s a sign of the times…
my thoughts whisper back.
I lean forward,
close enough to feel every note embrace my chest.
It slows my pulse—now rhythmically beating in suit with his every utterance.
His breath warms the content tears in my eyes,
and as I shut them,
the light hiding away,
I hear only him… as though reborn,
“Welcome to—”
The Final Show
strands of love
sung in fine flair tune
near her side.
strain ends, then
life took my dear keys
now with dust.
Honorable Mention in BRIAN'S CHOICE B,any form,any theme Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand
"Chapter of my Heart"
"I got wounds in my heart "×2
It's a long road , ooh it is but I will get there, perseverance...don't deteriorate, keep it moving man!
Investing in love is more wealthy than investing in any silver or gold. I dream lucid my life in lyrics , the writing disease got me writing , feeling and teaching.
This right here , is the true tales of my journey no l ain't sipping Henny , do you remember Jenny? Penny wise , watch yourself this is happening once.
You get one chance to fly so let's go to the beautiful blue skies, where birds sing nothing but touching lullabies it's the heart that speaks truth, l wear it with pride on my sleeve l know my story , l got cocky , it was bumpy there is always a second chance! Dust your coat keep walking child.
WRITE ME A SONG
Write me a song,
forever my heart will please.
Write me a song,
for feelings that tingle,
crumbling my knees.
Write me a song,
of a love never told,
and the softest, sweetest words,
like a serenating carol.
Write me a song,
for a love beyond just care,
and forever n ever being there.
Write me a song,
with such a melody,
to be a music box in my memory,
Write me a song,
of bonding beats like parts of our hearts,
feeling each word n breath that I hear,
each a loving thought to endear,
two soulful candles of love,
prayers and promises to the stars above.
Write me a song
to forever unite you and me
how special this song shall be,
how I plea,
Write this song for me
dedicated to my love Katrin
She sings so softly
yet love is so short
I no longer hear her voice like before.
My heart is painted blue.
If you only knew how I long
to hear another song sung through you.
Through your delicious lips.
Sung as honey. Sweet and pure.
So smooth and yet so raw.
Once you sang so sweetly to me
Now, though I endeavor, I know I'll never
hear another love song.
Getting through the night
with a song,
A sad song
Perhaps the words are unknown to you.
But tonight
That song is desired by my tearful heart,
While my eyes are waiting for a touch of morning dew.
Tonight
my voice cannot reach your heart
Nor
I'm able to fall asleep
To take you to a dream.
Getting through the night
with a song,
A sad song that speaks to me,
While no one can hear my heart's scream.
Getting through the night
With a song,
A sad song
like the sorrow of a leaf in the fall.
Getting through the night
With a song,
A sad song
For a night in solitude after all.
Goran Rahim
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