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Ariel Tavaress Poem
So you tell me to explain love,
To someone who has never felt it.
It is like explaining music to the ones who can’t hear,
Which is more than you can ever bear,
It is like explaining the sun to the ones who can’t see,
Which is more than you can ever believe,
So with this I can explain love
To someone who has never felt it.
Though the blind can never see, it doesn’t mean they can never know,
Though the deaf can never hear, it doesn’t mean they can never undergo,
The sound of life, the light of our days, love is the connection found in every display,
Through the smiles and never ending thoughts,
Through the gifts of giving, and the things that can’t be bought,
Love is the action, and the reason behind
The question and even the answer combined.
So you tell me to explain love
To someone who has never felt it…..
Copyright © Ariel Tavaress | Year Posted 2013
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Ariel Tavaress Poem
So I am asked to make a poem about turtles,
Then I how I think of how they met,
So let me tell you a little love story,
About these two named Charles and Levette
With their spotted necks and detailed shells,
They met at a river bank with flowers shaped just like bells
It was love at first sight,
Like we will all like to know,
But since they were turtles,
You can say their relationship moved kinda slow
Copyright © Ariel Tavaress | Year Posted 2013
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Ariel Tavaress Poem
A precious little package,
Marked with a V,
Was wrapped and sent to you
In the most dire of circumstances
That precious little package,
Which was marked with a V,
Was submitted into your possession,
A tad bit early.
That package can never be returned,
For there was a one-time policy.
A precious little package,
Was stamped with a V,
And also named my virginity.
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Ariel Tavaress Poem
I hope that you don’t desert me
And that my feelings don’t desert you.
I hope that whatever we have may be,
And whatever it is we share is true.
I hope my heart is not the only one that beats twice as fast
And that you know whatever was done is now in the past.
I actually feel truly happy,
Which I hope is not a jest,
Played by life on some hopeless feeling quest.
I hope I am not the only one anxious at the end of the day,
Knowing there’s a possibility for my stress to be left astray.
Or just to see your beautiful face,
With the eyes that always make my mind race.
I hope you feel just as strong,
For this one I don’t feel wrong
Which I hope is not a jest,
Played by life on some hopeless feeling quest.
For I am to you,
Like the sky is to blue
And you are to me,
Like the flower is to a bee
You compliment me in our differences
And somehow surpass all the undiscovered preferences.
So I put my blind trust to you,
Hoping that whatever it is we share is true
Copyright © Ariel Tavaress | Year Posted 2014
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Ariel Tavaress Poem
So my name is Ariel,
And I make so many mistakes.
I complain about excelling,
Yet dont even go to change,
I really wish I was different,
From the one everyone knows.
And to be a little bit perfect,
Just so I was able to glow.
True to me I am a hot mess,
And I know there cannot be a huge change,
But wishing is never too far of a range.
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Ariel Tavaress Poem
You own me.
Right when I feel as if I am free,
My chains are yanked and I am back to your confinement.
Right when I feel as if I am finished,
Your words keep me bound.
You own me.
Clasped chains held together by those simple bounding words
Right as I step away into the present,
Your presence brings me back to the past.
You own me.
You own me in the past, present, and future. Confined in your presence, bound by your words, you own me in every turn.
And by the powers of will, may these clasps break for I am under your unwavering spell locked by love and chained to your heart forever.
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Ariel Tavaress Poem
Listen to show you care they say,
Listen to whats not there from the cliche,
Embark in the meaning hidden by words,
Stress the importance of not being heard,
Show what’s always in your heart,
One must never listen to the protests in the dark,
Listen to show you care they say,
But due to whose dismay is what I am always forbidden to relay.
Copyright © Ariel Tavaress | Year Posted 2013
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