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You’ll love me when I’m no longer here to be loved.

You’ll long to hear my voice when silence is all that is left.

You’ll reach for my touch when I can no longer feel.

You’ll ache for all of me when none of me remains.

You’ll miss me when missing me changes nothing.

Now is all you have.

PG

Our love is divine,heart and soul,body And mind,you are the music to my rhythm, I am the poet to your rhyme,no place is

Too far as long as we are together don't you know,take it to

Sweden with the winter rose or on over to Siberia with the ice

And snow,well, I'd follow you wherever you go,even in the

Shadow of the pyramids down in Cairo or down off the shores

Of Rio de janario where the warm,warm winds blow,well,I love

You with all my heart and soul and so where you go,I will

Follow,I will follow,I will follow wherever you go...

Come hail or high water our aim is true, passion like an ocean

Crashing,Venus in pieces and love everlasting,could be we

Were written in the stars and destined to be,maybe but all I

Know for sure is that I love you and you love me and

Wherever you go I will follow,right up the edge of the wide

Cliffs of dover,then over to the congo for wild hot summer,oh

Well I'd follow you wherever you go,up this road and down

That road,all the way from kilamounjara to Timbuktu because

I love you with all my heart and soul so wherever you go,I will

Follow,I will follow,I will follow wherever you go...

Come hurricanes or blizzards with gale force winds,we are in

This together through thick and thin,love of my life and my best

Friend,here we go again, watching the sunrise over a snow

Covered mountain in the Himalayan outback,high above the

City below,well, I'd follow you up this road and down that road,

Don't you know because I love you with all my heart and soul

And so, wherever you go I will follow,I will follow,I will follow,

Wherever you go!

14 from the songbook collection "Eyes Of Love"

I dont knownif this counts as poetry but I wanted to see what yall thought

Favorite color:

I don't think my favorite color will ever be anything besides that light blue.

I don't think she knows that blue wasn't my favorite color, it was green.

Because in my eyes green was nature and nature was the most beautiful thing on this planet, the forest and the fields nothing compared.

But then I saw those eyes, the eyes that captured the ocean, the eyes that portrayed the sky, the eyes that stole my favorite color.

No matter what it will always be, the light blue of your eyes.

You’ve heard the saying, “The sky’s the limit,”
But let me tell you something true:
The sky is not where dreams should end—
Let your reach stretch far beyond the blue.

Don’t let anyone tell you how far you can go.
Let your dreams run wild,
Let your spirit flow.
You may reach for the stars and catch only a cloud,
But don’t let that stop you—stand tall, stay proud.

When the rain starts to fall and hope fades from sight,
Push through the doubt,
Hold your vision tight.
Some may call it impossible—rise up and defy.
Prove them all wrong; let your courage fly.

With every obstacle, you gathered your might.
You tried once, tried twice,
Tried again through the night.
When they told you to stop, you chose to believe
In the strength of your heart
And all you can achieve.

So remember this always as you journey afar:
When they say the sky’s the limit,
Reach for the stars.
Embrace every challenge, let your spirit ignite—
And reach for the stars
Through each day and each night.

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/1tep9wb/midnight_urges/

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/1tho5xu/a_ghost/

Hello, I'm a communication psychologist, and how poets string words together to communicate deep ideas is something that I find to be fascinating.

If anyone is interested in having a call to share how they see it, and share some tips on how people can improve and become effective communicators, I would love to chat.

please DM me if you're interested

(the call will be shared on my Youtube channel)

Love is dark.
Not absence of light —
but something older than light itself,
something that remembers the shape of souls.

A force that moves like old tides through bone and breath,
as if the sea once learned your name
and never forgot it.

It is Aengus in the half-dream —
a longing that does not fade with waking,
only changes shape.

It is the Morrígan watching from the edges of war and quiet moments alike,
where love and ruin
share the same breath.

Electricity — not modern, but fate-threading.
Invisible knots forming between two lives
that should never fully untangle again.

Fireworks like fae-light in the dark —
brief, blinding, impossible to hold,
as if the sky itself
remembers how to celebrate and mourn at once.

Heat at the edge of the world.
Summer born in mythic lands
where nothing stays gentle for long.

Dancing without witnesses.
Kitchen-light rituals.
Laughing like old spells are being broken and rewritten at once.

And still —

love turns.

Becomes small wars in quiet rooms.
Silences that stretch like prophecy.
The slow reshaping of identity
as if the self is being carved by something patient and uncaring.

It does not stay still.
It does not stay kind.

It asks for change
the way ancient things always do —
without warning,
without apology.

Some are built in its fire.
Some are unmade by it.
Most become something halfway between ruin and myth.

Love is not steady.
It is alive —
and anything alive remembers how to devour.

And still it is reached for.

Because while it burns,
it is everything.

Not feeling.
Not moment.
But a whole sky falling open
and naming itself inside you.

And when it leaves —
if it leaves —
it does not return to silence.

It becomes story.
It becomes echo.
It becomes something that follows you like weather that once knew your shape.

And still —

hands reach for it again.

Like touching something ancient in the dark
and calling it home.

I too am a child, you know?
But all you do is search in me your needs
When you go and close the door,
I’m still waiting to hear the sound of keys

Its a kind world if you keep your eyes shut
But I’m not old enough to understand it
I keep chasing the past I smell of your shirt
I have a story too, you just can’t hear me

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/bJ4uYiyxws

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/s/McfiqfVCBc

Her tattoos are changing shape

I picked our child up yesterday
She stepped outside to say “Hey”

I could not believe my eyes
2 Volkswagens turned into thighs

She waddled out in a dress
Can’t put pants on would be my guess

Flappy arms and turkey neck
Wishes do come true, I guess

If you are a writer, write "I lied." Without writing , "I lied."

I will go first, " The truth stood behind me, silent, while I handed you something prettier. "

Hello r/Poets community, My name is Jamie Lee Hamann and I am the author of Science: Poems and Writings. I wanted to introduce my collection to this community because I believe it was made for exactly the readers gathered here. Science: Poems and Writings is a dual-form literary collection that brings together both essay and poetry in the same volume to take the reader on a journey through the world of science. The essay brings the intellectual engagement and the depth of ideas. The poem brings the sensory beauty and the wonder that makes science feel personal. I did not want to choose between them so I wrote both. It is a delightful journey through the world of science for anyone who loves science or is curious about it, told through the specific dual-form architecture of essay and poetry. I would be honoured if any readers here gave it a look. It is available on Goodreads and I am happy to answer any questions about the collection. Thank you so much for this wonderful community. Jamie Lee Hamann Author of Science: Poems and Writing.

I just want to vent. Was I really stupid to give all of me only to you the other person isn’t willing to have me like I wanted them. When I want marriage, the other person just wanted a friendship. And so I write.

To whomsoever it may concern,
Who was I to you?
Just a random person you met in life
Or someone whom you wanted to tear apart like there was nothing at all
Or someone to use at their convenience
I really don’t understand
You care but do you really care?
Why is it that you reach out to me many times
But then you never want me
You can think about committing with someone else but not me
You were okay to go with the flow
Without realizing you were just going with your flow not mine
Until one day I get kicked out
Kicked out of the door where I already built my home
And now I just don’t know where to go
So all I do is cry until my eyes run dry
Lay down until my mind gives up
Get up only to realize you are gone
And this way, I might not be a spouse but a writer to write a real feelings

But above all I don’t get it how I was and am the person you share your stuff the most.

Sometimes I wonder
Sometimes I just write

#reality (no hidden stuff)
Writer on instagram. Dm to know the username if interested.

Let the world turn to ash and frost,

I care not for the light or the gale.

For I desire to hold him till all is lost,

And kiss him until his lips turn blue and pale.

*-*Shey

Explored our sexuality
Screwed like bunnies
On the porch

Smoked a joint
Lit the torch

Got shitfaced
On cheap wine

Explored options
Took our time