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The seduction of amour

In this silent hour I write
Where time stands motionless
And my words speak of you
In the love of a dream they read
It is to you and your beauty
My heart now bleeds
For a single kiss I would die
A thousand deaths or more
For only then will I have known
This feeling of life and love
To which my heart eternally calls
I swear there is no such beauty
Which could compare with you
That shall stand for as long
As my heart beats true
In this nameless silent hour
I write only of you, you alone
The seducer of my heart
Found in the love of my dreams

poem by Matthew Holloway
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A Poet To Be

A poet I claim not to be,
For words are never there.
In all the years I've tried to write,
I have no words to share.

I sit and think but nothing comes,
No inspiration here.
I want to write of anything,
But still no words I fear.

I read the works of other poets,
I wish I were like them.
How do they write such beautiful lines,
A poet, I'm not him.

I try to write from the heart,
From deep within my soul.
I try to write of the love I have,
But cannot reach my goal.

But why I ask, why can't I write,
Of love so pure and true.
Why can't I write about her eyes,
A mix of green and blue.

I want to write about her smile,
It brightens up my day.
I try to think of anything,
But words I cannot say.

I wish I knew how to write,
A poem with such bliss.
I wish I knew how to describe,
Her soft but tender kiss.

I cannot even begin to write,
How she holds me tight.
How her arms around me,
Makes everything just right.

A poet does not have to think,
The words flow right out.
When I sit and try to write,
I want to scream and shout.

I mean come on, how hard can it be,
To write about her hair.
Such long beautiful natural blonde,
That flows in the air.

I try to write about her laugh,
The words will not fly.
Time passes and finally,
I say it's soft and high.

It's been an hour and a half,
I'm here on verse twelve.
I had to go to Rhymezone,
To find out the rhyme is shelve.

A poet does not do that,
Go online to find a rhyme.
A poet has it in his head,
And can write at any time.

But a poet I am not,
For I cannot write of love.
How the girl I am with,
Is an angel from up above.

How I love her with all my heart,
And want to spend my life with her.
How her love for me is more,
Than I can ever be for sure.

As I draw near the end,
My mind is not so numb.
I realize I've just written of love,
A poet I have become.

poem by Adam McKim
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Love hurts

My mind falls for another,
Her heart she gave to another,
My feeling openly genuine,
His passion evidently true,
I tell her I love her,
She tells him she loves him Love hurts I want to be in love with you,
Woman I need your love,
Gentleman I can't, my love I gave to another,
My heart is saying you
My heart is saying him,
Can we speak for a moment? I want to talk to him for moments,
Shall I then be silent?
Talk and talk but it will not come to pass,
Love hurts Shall my heart look for another?
I loved with all my heart,
Yet she loved him with all her heart,
Love is not blind but I am the blinded,
My heart bleeds and I worry,
Will I ever find you? Or you were already found by another?

poem by Gaylord Munemo
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To All A Heart

To all a heart
For a hearts word
She is all to beauty
That I could write
It pains my dreams so much
That they are forlorn
Such thoughts I hold
For such love not be
To all a heart
A tear shall fall
How sad it becomes
A love destitute
However kind, caring
It is left alone, alone
To fade into nothingness
For al a heart
For all it could speak
No words serve justice
To any such beauty

poem by Matthew Holloway
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This heart beats

This heart beats,
only cause of you

This heart beats,
just to know its true

This heart beats,
like a love i cant control

This heart beats,
to let everybody know

This heart beats,
when i see your smile

This heart beats,
just before i dial

This heart beats,
i hope you feel the same

This heart beats,
cause my heart is where i write your name

poem by Anonymous One
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Autistic, Dyslexic

love, love, love,
where are you? love, love, love
why do you keep yourself in the darkness
of subsumed silence?
open up, heart o heart, open up, beat like a gong
be loud, so others
dead in their silent pains may wake up
from their deaths
so many deaths in one hour of living
love, love, love, come, come, come
be with us,
don't run, don't run, please don't run away from
us, who lives are ruined
by too much hatred, and guilt and
repetition.

we need sleep.
now that we have said our dyslexic lines.

love is, i think, a form
of autism.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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