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Savio Fonseca Jan 2021
I Kissed My way through,
Her Hills and Her Valley.
In search of a Treasure,
that lay between Her Alley.
She spread Her Legs,
across the White Sheet.
Welcoming Me inside,
so Our Souls could Meet.
Our bodies got locked,
as We both Embraced.
We were following a Trail,
Our Passions had Traced.
We had no control,
over what We were Doing.
But till the Dawn of Light,
Our Romance kept Brewing.
THE FUTURE

Why do we
have to
remain in
the past,
when the
future
could be
wonderful.

Been
deprived of
today's
pleasure?

The future
holds a
whole lot
treasure.
But only if
the price
is paid.
#c9_fm
Priya Gaikwad Dec 2020
I am invisible,
No one can see me,
I’m the lost face in the crowd,
No one would look for,
I’m the lost treasure in the sea,
Sunk deep down,
Gone forever,
I’m the unknown star in the sky,
No one is aware of,
I’m the unappreciated piece of art,
No one would ever discover,
I’m not a fairy-tale,
Cheerful and pretentious,
I’m an apocalypse,
Real and tragic.
Amanda Kay Burke Dec 2020
I dream of yesterdays gone

Where laughter is heard and love everywhere

Letting me wander half-memories in a happy haze

Dry eyes
Warm cheeks

And in an instant it vanishes

Still smiling
Wake to cruel reality

And onto everything fading brain clutches uselessly

As if pursuing Eldorado or some other impossible treasure
Because the memories never stay
Some people throw treasure in the trash
It's easy to do that when you don't know what you have
You were a treasure yet I threw you in the trash
yes, i know i took you for granted
Insertnamehere Jul 2020
Treasure I was given
None could take its place
Nothing I've received
Could ever match its grace
Elegant, intelligent,
So bright and always kind.
Given was another gift
Bedazzled was my mind.
Always thankful,
Forever indebted.
Valued over all.
Purpose it had given me,
Heeded was the call.
Loved above the highest wealth.
It made me rich in heart.
Never could I leave it lonely,
For I'd be ripped apart.
Part of me it had become,
Binding me to it.
A possession?
No. I think not.
To name it so would be a sin.
I call it by identity,
A teasure from within.
Came with it serenity.
And trouble all the same.
Treasure it will always be,
Hence why it's the name.
So heavenly its been to me,
To possess such a gift.
Torn asunder when I lost it,
Within me such a rift.
Sydney Oct 2020
I have
What many call
Treasure.
Jewels sparkling
Pink, blue
Name the colors
I have them
But those are not my treasures
I don't care
I will break them all
Or give them to you
Maybe throw them down the drain
As long as I have
You,
My treasure
Sydney ©2020
Anthony Pierre Sep 2020
It's a treasure trove
Words tossed up like confetti
Falling in our hearts
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