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kiran goswami Jul 2020
And if the universe could make a sound,
it would have been your voice
when you call my name.
KAVITHA ....that's my name
And I do love my name..
For it has given me fame.
And I thank my parents for the same !

As I do write what my name is..
And in short, I'm what my name is
KAVITHA....a poetry
KAVI....a poet....!!
In my mother tongue Malayalam kavitha means poetry and kavi means poet... I'm rarely called with my name in full...as all my dear ones call me in short name kavi...so every time I'm called, I feel I'm called what I'm..
izi Jul 2020
One day, I would like to learn your name
Who you are
Where you come from
Your memories, your sorrows
Your deepest thoughts and feelings
Your soul.

One day, I will look into your eyes
And see someone else
Someone wiser, better, prettier than I
And I will smile
And laugh.

One day, I will learn to fly
The sun beating down on my back
Wings furling and unfurling
Wind spurring the waves
Crashing on the shore.

One day, I will learn to cry
I will sit in the shadows
Stare at the darkness
Challenge my fears
Pain seeping out.

One day, I will create a storm
Fingertips aflame
Lightning crackling
Power surging
Beneath my skin.

One day, I will learn to sit still
Still as a statue
With magnificent posture
Face calm, immaculate
Blank and smooth.

One day, I will learn to run
Far away from those who hurt me
Far away from those who love me
Far away
From me.

One day, I will learn to love,
The warmth that climbs through you
Tingling in your spine
My head,
Resting against hers.

One day, I will learn to forget
Forget everything I have ever learned
Until I learn to live
To live again.

One day, I would like to learn your name
Mine? I have none
I do not know
Who I am.

One day,
I would like to learn my name.
Serendipity Jul 2020
She lays on the hill
between heaven and hell
and ponders
the valley's
name.
Druzzayne Rika Jul 2020
I am a soul
I am not a body with a name
Serendipity Jul 2020
I know her name
like she is the air I breathe
the stardust in my veins
the wonder in my eyes.
Amanda Hawk Jul 2020
Let me sketch you

With words

I will frame

Your body

With descriptions

Of the way

I view you

Ignore all the definitions

The world

Placed on your shoulders

Recreate a language

Using your name

As the beginning

So you can relish

The sound of every letter

Learn to adore

The sound of every vowel

Then maybe your reflection

Will become more within your eyes
Amanda Hawk Jul 2020
Sparks, electricity
And we light up the city
Dancing along the streets
Passion is a conversation
We continue to have
With coffee afterthoughts
Our words collect like steam
Upon our eyes
And I can’t help myself
From nibbling on your name
Amanda Hawk Jun 2020
One shoelace

a few bolts

ticket stubs

a half of a picture

souvenir key chain from Florida

fragments

of him

tiny ghosts

tucked in the corners

so I always find him

never quite

let him go

always reappearing

clinging on to my skin

leaving the residue of his name
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