Nobody stays till the last.
You will have only yourself.
So don't depend on others.
Be your own happiness.
I never touched a love song
nor inhaled romantic art
I never lived poetry
Sunsets I now taste!
you're my dusk-soothe, O sun smoke
this unwedded rose weeps love ~
a poem, with soulmate blooms …
my muse…twin-flame m o
o n …
~ Contest Name : Let’s do it!
Sponsor : Nette Onclaud
The day when poem saw the light : 11/08/26
The note I wrote to my love
'Twas so many years ago
It said- "I love you darling"
And... I always will!
I knew naught till I met you
nothing of roses but thorns
nothing of words but curses
nothing of love's way
Where oh where can you be now?
Dreaming and waiting for you,
till I met you I will wait.
Baby has arrived.
Two arms, two lips, and one soul
tender, beautiful and kind
in my imagination -
and then I met you.
The one
who makes
you better
beyond your own belief
The one
you can never
thank enough
— till Heaven greets
(The First Book Of Prayers: August, 2026)
Till then~
may your evening keep its quiet glow,
may your thoughts drift gently,
and may whatever waits in the wings
find you right when you’re ready
to create something beautiful.
When down in the dumps, smile anyway ~
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
If I'm to be
In a world where
We are possessed
By the dreams
And nightmares, where
None may say,
Then I choose
To be with you
And only you.
And when all this world
Has turned to grey,
The stars have stopped,
No light remains,
Black is gone,
No night surrounds,
Nothings left
Nor does remain,
I will know
I had spent
All my mortal days
Loving you, and only you.
And when all this clay
Has turned to ash
The dust is gone
No star remains
I will know,
I love you still.
And when we are
Past the time
When all the dreams
Have gone away
The Nightmares died
And are no more
I will know,
I love you still,
As I did
All my days.
And
When not an Angels left to cry,
For our kind
Not a demon does remain, to punish us
For our crimes
Not a soul, is
Anywhere
I will know,
I love you still,
As I always have,
And always will.
We say: "So long",
not because goodbye is kind,
but because we hope,
time will hesitate,
before being gone,
before until rings shut.
We stretch our longing,
so thin, so long,
it begs its time,
to delay its gong,
'til after the last bell.
We trick our leaving,
until it forgets to go,
betraying the staying;
left in the swan song.
Time keeps the till.
Love keeps the change.
One counts what is leaving,
The other what is remaining.
Both wait so long—
'til the till clicks shut.
50 years
Where did it all go
What lessons have I learned
Not young anymore
To old to care
What a freedom
What a relief
50 years to the day
I've changed in so many ways
My world no longer dark
I no longer bleed regret
50 years gone by
I still look about the same
But the mindset has diffently changed
It ain't about impressing you
It ain't about making you see
It's about this journey my destination
It's about less pity more envigoration
It's time to make something of this life
I invite you to come along
Take it all in
Share what it all should be about
I'll take your hand if you let me
I will hold you close
Till my last breath
I need a language to talk to the stars
and haunting poetry to haunt my life.
I seek meaning intertwined within meaning
I need music to soften all strife.
I need breath filled with inner space
and a peace of silence in every sound.
I need heaven to be spoken of again,
I seek what flowers have already found.
I need the dawn wind in my veins,
wondrous visions always in sight.
I need hearts to pump gushing love
till even darkness is made of light.
rabbit and squirrel
playful companions in yard
till dogs are let loose
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