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 Jul 23 Malcolm
Rubyredheart
Love of my Longing, I will be all that your passion seeks
I hear your siren song wafting through the clouds
(Falling with a startling shiver
as icy raindrops on my parted lips)
In wavelengths I alone can know
Your beckon binds me with the softest silken bow
My willing heart is tied to you.
Dash me on the edges of your body.
Plunge me in the sea, down into your darkest depths
until I taste the salt of you.
Capture me, snare me in your trap.
Let me be your hidden pearl, your secret vice.
Surely you must know, since long ago
ensnared by you I am.
Phantom of the cliffs along the shore…
I, offering willing, then, now, and forevermore,
answer your siren call
Yes!
Originally published 14th Apr 2022 | Edited 26th Jun 2023 | edited July 23,2025
 Jul 23 Malcolm
Rubyredheart
I fill my happiest dreams with you.

Loved you then, loved you since, love you now.
Over and over, you envelop my thoughts.
Valued is each moment, memory, dream of you.
Every knowledge of you deepens my love.

You bring peace and joy to my days.
Our hearts are entwined.
Unabashedly I seek more of you.
Originally published 16th Apr 2022 | edited July 22, 2025
 Jul 22 Malcolm
Maria
Please, call me to the place where my tomorrow was,
Where all my fears and failures were no where,
Where I laughed much and danced a whole lot,
Where we both were together, you and me, just everywhere!

Please call me to the place where snowfalls
Entirely reign in winter, and frost is.
Where rains and leaf-falls are in autumn fully
And wrap with spicy odour all as coverlid.

Please Call me to the place where I was loved!
And where I loved wholeheartedly, without “May not!” at all!
Please call me to the place where I was free!
I beg you, call me to my place! It's not for all
It's a dream, a weariness, a plea for help. And it's a poem of love also...
Thank you for reading it! 💖
I am holding a love
with no destination.
It floods me without warning,
fills me with purpose,
With all the fire of arrival, and nothing waiting on the other side.

No, he is not
waiting at the gate.
He’s nowhere.
And this love,
it’s too vast for my body,
too loud for sleep,
too loyal
to walk away.

This grief,
this relentless, boundless
love was meant to land
in his heart.
Always.
Instead it circles inside me,
wings beating
against bone,
a bird
that can’t find
a place to perch.

I can’t destroy it.
I won’t.
It’s the last thing I have
that still knows
his shape.

But it’s heavy.
It trembles.
It begs for release.
And I am breaking
under the weight
of what cannot be given.
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 Jul 22 Malcolm
lizie
poets in love don’t fall gently,
they crash like waves,
leave bruises in the softest places,
and call it poetry.

poets in love write instead of speak.
they send verses like lifelines,
hoping the other will read between
the heartbreak and the hope.

poets in love leave and return,
like seasons, like storms.
you still make it feel like a love story,
even when the ending feels close.

poets in love know too much, feel too much,
and somehow, still stay.
maybe it’s foolish. maybe it’s fate.
maybe it’s just us.
 Jul 22 Malcolm
Maria
The evening is quiet, clear and fresh.
I’m walking along the shore.
I’m wearing only few clothes now,
Only your shirt and nothing more.

I’m stepping onto the damp, warm sand.
How pleasant its touch is!
I’m not in a hurry. I want to inhale
The waning of this aloof day’s breeze.

We wandered here with you beforetime,
Holding hands, breathing in time.
Love and peace were around us.
But then all went wrong, not in rhyme.

Now I’m walking along the shore.
I’m walking alone, delighting in sunset.
I’m gulping my tears and walking straight.
That must be the way it has to be instead.
Thank you for reading this poem! 💖🙏
 Jul 17 Malcolm
Shambhavi
Sooo...
I'm from a state known for poverty,
But I'm not poor.
From a state labeled illiterate,
But my thoughts write their own destiny.
From a state whispered about its crime,
But my hands are clean.
From a state called the land of labor,
But my dreams reach high.

Yes, the facts might echo in statistics,
But remember, numbers can't define every soul.
Not every leaf mirrors the tree,
Not every life reflects the label.

I'm just a human,
Not a stereotype.
So please,
Look beyond what you think you know.
Okay!! So I'm from Bihar a state in India which is very poor and undeveloped and I'm always bullied for being what I'm yes all the facts about my state are true i also agree but it is not applicable for everyone.. so please see me an Indian more like a human rather than a Bihari.
Stop being racist towards your own people..
Just treat everyone respectfully no matter from which state they belong to.
My eyes are awake now
I can feel your soul awakened me
Storm clouds are swept away
In my mind your image soothes my soul

You are my light on a dark day
You are near my heart
I can feel your warmth on me

When I awake from dreaming
5is reality sets in motion
I can feel your soul awaken
Dreaming, dreaming

My eyes are open now
Your my light on a dark day
When I lost my way
Your soul helped me
Through the days

I’m awake now
I’m awake now
I’m awake now

Your my light on a dark day
Storm clouds moving away
I’m wide awake now
Happiness is loving what you do
Don’t listen to negativity
Spread your wings and fly high
Read into the night
Don’t lose sight
Happiness is contagious
Love what you do
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