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I see everything absolutely breathtaking.

How can you not think your gorgeous yet,
Sparkling hazel nut colored eyes,
Aren't the most intriguing possessions?
They are breath taking and powerful,
Enough to give me nervous butterflies.

Do you see the way the clouds capture the aubade,
Making if only for a second,
The perfect luscious scene.
The aubades final adieu,
Makes a masterpiece that is,
Unimaginable to create.

Exposed to fluorescent damp smell of the rainy Earth,
Or the enchanting pin perforation of snowflakes,
Laying,
Reposing,
Relaxed,
On your fare skin.

Your time,
Seized,
To get close as you can to the galaxies,
That construct the roof above you to explore.
They are ludicrous at midnight,
When each aubade becomes,
Luminous against the obsidian of vigorousness.
This is my refined version of my poem. This is about a special person that God decided to introduce into my life. And I'm glad he did!
ryan Feb 2016
The feelings you convey with the
Sharpness of your gaze

Are as startling as glass shattering on pavement;
As soft as trees shedding on the sidewalk.

A kiss of the eyes,
A stab of the lips.
Elle W Feb 2016
I can not seem to describe it the way I would like but, it is as if, sometimes, I am able to focus on everything I touch.
Getting into this sort of zone, I guess you could call it, where it is like my senses of touch and feel are heightened.
Like when I scrunch up a piece of paper, I can feel every crease and crinkle.
So you can not imagine what it feels like when I get to touch your skin.
I focus in and feel every line, every wrinkle, every vein, every hair follicle, every mark.
God you are the most interesting person to trace.
You make me feel at home when you hold me and our bodies meet, like two galaxies colliding.
You feel like a warm bed on a cool night.
A cup of coffee made just right on a Sunday morning.
I can not wait to caress my fingers upon you once again.
Morgan Floyd Feb 2016
Im uninterested in writing cliche love poems
Though I struggle to find the right words.  
Nothing is ever good enough
His love is so perfect
I could write forever about him,
Perhaps I did
It may give an idea of how he makes me feel
There isn't a thing that could explain this.
This insanely overwhelming sensation
That suffocates my heart and soul
Just by the very thought of him
It's an emotion known as love.
Love however is commonly misused
So it's power has weakened
Even at its fullest
I don't believe it would be powerful enough.
His love is so much more than love.
>❤️<
Ryan Jan 2016
Frightened to be fractured,
gentle genetic structure,
overwhelmed by emotional power,
rational thoughts seize to exist.

Armor coated armadillo,
left with no love,
crashing over tall spiked hurdles,
left crawling inch by inch.

Faithfully loyal and humble,
innocently in confusion,
Drifting along to find his way,
his love is a vast infinity to explore.
crystallaiz Jan 2016
he sings each note
so sharp and clear
somewhere,
in a field of lavender
a fire crackles  
an hourglass shatters
everyone!! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OBk5-LW3NZE I promise this 40s teaser is prettier than the poem~ Anticipate please~
Ely Averill Dec 2015
Rippling clear surface,
Fluent and bold and mighty,
calm and powerful.
Silver Lining Dec 2015
You are powerful.

You are created by the same matter that makes up the stars that shine so bright, you can see them from billions of miles away.

Your breath is carried away by the same wind that took a seed and blew it somewhere new, for it to grow into a strong oak tree.

You are powerful.

You are created by the same matter that makes up the great redwoods who have stood for hundreds of years, through storm after storm.

Your breath is carried away by the same winds that push windmills to supply cities with electricity.

You are powerful.

You are created to radiate what you're made of, not reflect your surroundings.

Your worth is endless, and your power vast.
Do not let the world drain that out of you.
Everyone is powerful, don't be afraid to show your strength.
SøułSurvivør Dec 2015
is the fine art
of bringing into existence

the
IMPOSSIBLE*


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/2/2015
there is nothing
more powerful
than the
spoken or written
WORD
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