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June Flowers
With this anthology, I try to give a variety of feelings that runs through my mind. In this book you'll find Love poems, but also, sad poems, and sometimes you'll feel a kind of darkness, but it's just my mind. I'll appreciate to those who read and comment them. Enjoy, if you are poems lovers.
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Happy Birthday

Fearless and powerful.

Incredible and sweet.

On my mind,

Real and wonderful you are.

Enormous is your heart,

Love and warmness,

Live in you.

Amazing, that you’re not here.

 

I love you.

 

Accidentally,

Liking the same things,

With the same sense of humor.

An interesting person,

You turn to be,

Serious but cool.

 

Living so far you are,

Obliged by necessity.

Vehement for your love ones,

Emblem for them.

 

You’re a treasure,

October welcomed you.

Unique and brave.

 

1 Novembre 2018 01:36:01 0 Rapport Incorporer 0
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Beautiful Ride


You can see the words,

But never the process of

Thinking them and put them

Down.


It is like a ride,

Like a moment

In which you

Walk through your own

Mind.


Seeking for the perfect words,

Even, if there is not

Symphony.


It becomes a travel; my heart evolves them, and you love them.

And there’s no shame, if sometimes you feel like you kiss the words.

But your lips just caress them.

Sometimes they are fire, and blades, that hurts you, and keep you speechless,

And you might understand them, you might hate them, but they are there.

Waiting for your eyes, to read them. 

25 Octobre 2018 02:19:50 0 Rapport Incorporer 0
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Labyrinth

Leaves fall to the earth,

like my blood,

running through my veins,

and fall from the wound,

leaving nothing.


The scarlet drops,

bathe the emeralds hearts.

And I’m walking through,

these darkness halls;

feeling blue,

feeling dark.


In my hands I see no skin,

all I see is red,

and the iron smell,

fills my nose, and

cracks my guts.


My eyes, sleepy.

My steps, heavy,

and I feel frozen,

but my wrists burns.


I do not want to suffer.

The labyrinth of hell

does not have an exit.

I have to pay,

and my sin

condemns me

to stay.


At the end I see light,

a specific one.

It receives me gladly,

but then it turns dark.

It catches me,

it grabs me,

it doesn't let me

go.

21 Octobre 2018 03:34:44 0 Rapport Incorporer 0
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