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Robert Moran Poem
how can you really describe love?
two hearts making one connection.
opening up to each other and seeing there flaws as perfection.
man and woman in a age long game of chess,
move after move.
there is no real way of describing love,
many have tried with paintings in the louvre.
others write poetry to try satisfy there hearts.
when you lean in for a kiss you want it to last forever,
that moment is our heaven on earth,
which is something we all endeavour.
when they lay there hand in yours you never want to let them go,
there is no way for science to replicate that experience.
and what about when you loose your touch of your heaven,
are you supposed to love someone else?
the promises made in the passion of our intimacy.
some find someone new, others wonder how they show such simplicity.
living with the burden of hope,
fully engrossed by love.
its the one thing on this earth no one can explain,
i can only tell you about the experience.
but to actually feel it, is profound.
crazy how eyes can seem so beautiful,
in them is where love is found.
i may never let go of you,
so i guess i will just have to enjoy the view.
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uncontrollable,
taking action with no regard to the consequences.
a wounded warrior learning from it mistakes building its defences.
too say this lethal heart has a mind is absurd,
broken and shattered because of its blindness,
deeply wounded by every word.
then it gets attached to another heart,
mended from its mistakes,
until its time to part.
another lesson to learn,
another burden to carry,
another defence to rebuild,
now you got to try live a life while you try block out its howls,
you have to feel the pain of it yearn.
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i find myself lost in a crowd.
i see a distant memory gaze by,
everything falls silent even when this place was so loud.
i tried to keep moving on past it,
but now i find myself seeking that place.
i have tunnelled too deep,
we now stand face to face,
i am gazing down the tunnel to her soul.
as the tunnel peers back at me shinning like the stars in the night sky, dragging me deeper into the hole.
time stops and reverses back to the eyes i once knew,
as i stand here,
i then hear a whisper in my ear,
the words spoken reverberating around my head trying to dig a way out.
they soon find themselves trapped along with me in the tunnel to her soul.
i don’t feel the need to scream or shout,
because to be truthful in those eyes,
i know that is where my heart forever lies.
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death screams echoing around me,
no peace here violence is all you will see.
come with the wish to be a hero,
who’s hero do you plan to be when you never see home again.
there are none here all thats here is zombies in the form of men.
why didn’t you stay at home with your wife,
think about it,
what you could of done with your life.
another roar from the bombs and bodies,
you want to be a hero but who will be yours.
there is no safety here you cant run and hide behind doors.
i know i cant make it out of this hell,
i'm trapped here i cant even make a deal with the devil because i've no soul left to sell.
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out in the middle of the Atlantic a barn waste land of no life.
quite and peaceful a good place to hide.
sit in your boat and follow the way of the tide.
leave it all behind back on land,
leave it there and it all stops at the sand.
but you know.
it sits in your heart and cries no matter where you go.
the further you separate from them the more its roars.
you can try and hide the screams of your soul out past the shores.
what do you hope to find?
you are sailing your boat out on the sea but where is your mind.
at night you stare at the stars in the sky, it brings you back to looking in her eyes.
in the middle of the sea alone where no one can hear your cries.
still followed by the burden of what you lost.
what sea is next to be crossed?
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all you ever needed was to be felt seen.
you hid yourself from this nasty world,
you moulded a side of you that hid your secrets perfectly.
my best friend don’t be afraid,
you carried me into this world when i was made,
our roles changes and i layed you down to leave this land.
you have been blessed with the gift of freedom now and i have been burdened with this relentless void,
don’t worry for me i understand.
as the dust gathers in the spaces you used to fill,
i will look there and see your silhouette still.
we always weazed and fought for our breath out of laughter when we were together,
you took your last breath without me and parted like a feather.
those empty nights when i miss you most,
id turn off the lights and talk to your ghost.
i wont ever forget our special bond,
i miss it everyday,
i can feel it when i visit you in the place you lay.
i like to remember when your name would pop up in my notifications on my phone,
now when i see your name it is carved in stone.
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i don’t know how i’m supposed to feel,
i cant tell you if my heart is ready to heal.
being blinded by the sun,
but i still feel the cold and life continues to lose all of its fun.
beg to Jesus, in the hope he listens and my burden ceases.
searching for my favourite toy as a child, but deep down i know its far gone.
now i sit on the bench by the lake and admire that beautiful swan.
i know i cant take that swan home,
so ill sit and admire while i write my poem.
the words always fall back to you,
our memories will always shine through.
a brighter light shines behind always glowing for me,
coming from the creator of the land earth and sea.
while all light turned off that light glowed brighter to be sure i could see.
while i drowned in a pool of grief,
the only buoyant i had was my belief.
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i searched every beautiful view to try and replace that feeling of looking into your eyes,
i fished every lake to try and reel in that fish again to help my hearts cries,
i listened to every song to try and match that melody of your voice,
i tried every food to try and fill that void you have left in me,
i drink this beer hoping to wash away this soul tie,
everyday without the memories have made me cry.
i read your words over and over wondering are they all a lie,
but you are wrapped around me choking like a thorny rose,
will i ever find all this again,
who knows.
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wishing and hoping.
living in past memories,
empty all alone.
living with the hope of a future.
watching like a spectator, of the life i lost.
butterflies swarmed my heart every time our paths crossed.
from feeling like a dream to becoming my dreams.
waking up and your gone,
all thats left is the echos of our song.
cold finger tips,
sharing our love with our lips.
A lonely passenger trying to navigate life while still yearning for his lost treasure.
i cant have you and now you belong to another.
i wonder if your eyes enchant him like they done me.
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you free me of my mind,
every moment we share together our hearts bind.
looking in your eyes is like watching the waves,
when the time comes we have to separate my soul craves.
waiting for your voice to soothe me,
this land was made for us to love free,
for us to never have to loose touch of one another,
a land to share our intimacy like no other.
we spend our nights together,
we play like children outside no matter the weather.
we roll around in our shared love,
exploring this land gifted by the lord above.
there is no one else here in our land,
we live the future we had planned.
i consume every second i have with you,
but if only we knew anything is possible tonight.
its just you and me in this memory of time,
others will say our freedom is a crime,
but we live under the clouds with no limits.
in this land its everything we wanted,
but my mind is still being haunted.
we are happy now,
but its not how it seems,
because i can only visit this land in my dreams.
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