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Wondy Apr 11
You're Here
You're here with me
Still there
Even when we are in silence
Even when we are bored
Even when we are sad
Even when we are mad at each other
Even when we fight
Even when we hate each other
You're still here
And I will
Trust me, I will
I will be with you
Forever
And ever
I love you
And I always will
I will love you unconditionally
A poem for my sisters
because no matter what, you're always here,
and I always will be too.
Zee Apr 1
You called me darling, a name just for me,
A love so pure, as deep as the sea.
No matter how busy, you always found time,
To play, to laugh, to make life shine.

You brought me chocolates, a sweet little treat,
Never once letting me feel incomplete.
No wish was too big, no dream too far,
You moved mountains to gift me the stars.

Through sleepless nights, you held my hand,
When I was weak, you’d help me stand.
If I was hungry, you’d go without,
Your love, unwavering, beyond all doubt.

In my darkest hour, you were my light,
A guiding star burning ever so bright.
With every answer, with every care,
You made me fearless, beyond despair.

People call me strong, they don’t see,
That you were the one who built that in me.
No man, no force could bring me down,
For you made me a queen, deserving a crown.

But now you're gone, and I feel so alone,
The one love I had, the truest I've known.
The world feels empty, cold and wide,
Without you standing by my side.

Yet, deep inside, your strength remains,
In every heartbeat, in every vein.
Though I can’t see you, I know you’re near,
Whispering "darling," calm and clear.

So I’ll stand tall, though my heart may ache,
For you gave me a strength no one can take.
And when I falter, when I fall,
I’ll hear your voice—your love through all.
I don’t wish to close my eyes
while you sleep.

I don’t wish for time to slip away
while you smile.

I wish to fall asleep by your side
if one day it rains.

I love your white essence,
and also your dark one.

I love when you give yourself in parts,
and also when you give yourself completely.

I love your tenderness,
and also your hardness.

A tiny body,
but a soul of greatness.

A dark past,
but a radiant present.

A deep toughness,
but an incomparable kindness.

A little shy,
but of immeasurable courage.
I wrote this text addressed to the universe months ago. When I gathered all my poems together, I realized that this person had arrived. The universe had granted my wish.
umar farooq Mar 10
Seeker, tell me— what is gold to one who sees only silver?

Am I the fool for trading, or is she blind to balancing silver with gold?

Even knowing this, still, I throw my gold upon the scales— because love is a gift, not a debt to be repaid.

But heed this, Seeker— love is not a bargain; it is a mirror. Only love must redeem love.
Rose Nov 2024
I love you
when you're cold,
I love you
when your back turns,
I love you
when I disappear in the room,
I love you
when you promise me change
and don't.

I love you
even when it hurts-
too much,
maybe that's the problem
Foolish love, they say, is blind,
Stumbling on hope, leaving sense behind,
It gives and gives, without a care,
Even when it’s left bare, stripped and unfair.

But what if love were pure like a child,
Unscathed by the world, open and wild?
With eyes that see not flaws but dreams,
And hearts that dance to endless streams?

For in my love for you, I find,
A foolishness that’s sweetly kind,
I know not the risks, nor guard my heart,
But trust in you right from the start.

I love without a second thought,
As a child would, love unbought,
Innocent and free from fear,
My heart beats loud when you are near.

So let my foolish love be wise,
Through childlike laughter, unguarded skies,
For though the world may see it flawed,
In your light, my foolish love is awed.
Dear A?e?u?a,

I’ve written something for you, a reflection of my thoughts on love—the kind that’s often called foolish but is, in truth, innocent and pure. Sometimes, we’re told that love needs to be careful, measured, and wise. But I believe the beauty of love is in its childlike wonder, in its willingness to trust, to dream, and to give without hesitation.

This poem is my way of sharing that part of me with you, a part that is unafraid to love fully, even if it might seem foolish to others. Because in loving you, I find a simplicity and joy that no flaw can overshadow.

With all my heart,
Iyekeoretin
I love you not for what you do,
Or how you make my heart feel new.
Not for the light you cast my way,
Or the warmth that fills my day.

I love you simply, deeply so,
In ways you may not even know.
For who you are, for just being there,
A presence I’m honored to share.

In the space where doubt resides,
Love stretches out, undivides.
Unshaken by what’s yet unseen,
I hold you close, pure and serene.

No need for promises, no grand demands,
Just open hearts and holding hands.
For love, when true, is never done—
It’s a river, ever flowing, always one.

So here we stand, in moments unsure,
And still, my love remains secure.
For in this uncertain, shifting hue,
I love, simply because you’re you.
In this moment, I love you not for what you do, but for who you are. My love isn’t waiting for certainty or promises. It exists here and now, simply because you do.
Alexis May 2024
I used to put my faith into these numbers.
Wishing, hoping and dreaming that time could define
A perfect life with you….
and still
It doesn’t make sense to look back,
and think that 11:11 was just that.
“Make a wish” in text, sent every night,
Not a superstition and more than a time.
It was my way of saying that I truly love you,
and our dreams and our hopes will grow to be true.


I 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 to have faith
Bella Isaacs Feb 2024
Came I hither with all the gold possess'd,
Came I hither with all the wisdom gain'd,
Came I hither with all the truth and jest,
Beauty, health, kindness, luck, thou'd'st have complain'd
That I came hither with an underhand
Desire of something greater thus exchang'd,
Unable to conceive or understand
How one who offers free is not derang'd.

Came I hither with all the gold possess'd,
And came I bearing rubies and pearls, too,
Came I hither bearing all the rest
To thine own mortal self, still erring true;
Came I hither, and ask'd nothing, giving
All that I have, and more, and still I err,
For the Lord ask'd nothing of the living,
But sacrifice is matter of a cur.

Mistrusting as you do, with sense, I see,
Love's made not for this world, nor I for thee.
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