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Heart rusted by old clock's thick hands,death never knocks, no one arrives. You've suit yourself in silence's lap,still steps of spring bring in lilacs. As blossoms wilt, more souls depart, while you're still there, above graveyards. Immortal but forever cursed— to wait for love, that never stays. — 08.20.2021©2021 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.Photo… Continue reading for the one waiting: a kasa*
earth's coating on late autumn (ayard of naked trees open for theearly frost) not death but a promisestamped on your irises' bows. — 11.18.2020©2020 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.Photo via Unsplash This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License. — For dVerse Poetics: Look into my Eyes Did you see the hidden word?… Continue reading see me see you
Marriage. Marriage is a pair of destined hands clap not, cannot, without the other one--- no song needed to taste one's tears; no spice to smell one's burning sun. Marriage. Marriage is all the sonnets William Shakespeare (welcomed and farewelled in Church of the Holy Trinity, just for your information for marriage will not make… Continue reading table of elements and wedding vows
thousand poems have i written 'fore fate allowed me to meet him, oh, how in hush heart- beats, low key hums, dearness draws near me towards him, oh, how my shy muse sings hymns, so sweetly since i knew him, oh, how rhymes roll off in rivulets, thousands and more poems now for him. —… Continue reading counting poems before and after him
You are asking why I haven’t been writing lately about love, well, it’s because you do not utter a wish every night once you can already hold it with your bare hands. So why I haven’t been writing about love it’s because I already have you. r. c. gonzales – roy | page 138 of… Continue reading wish come true
Tonight, I want to stay. No, I won't go away. Your midnight scent I will inhale. Until the moon breathes another day. Tonight, I want to stay. Oh, let not distance take me away. The sun will smile, either way, so please, just let me stay. My left-hand hangs incomplete, without your right. The space… Continue reading space of seas
Like how an innocent a p p l e birthed Newton’s law of gravity, your child-like smile, my love, freed the caged lover inside me, effortlessly. r. c. gonzales – roy | page 99 of Poems for S — Sharing with you some excerpts of my poetry book, Poems for S! Kindle and paperback available… Continue reading newton’s apple
I heard the hushed melting of the last flake of winter on the drying road bathed with the first infant rays of spring, I felt the spinning earth waited a bit, I saw a second lasted more than a minute, when you smiled at me for the first time. r. c. gonzales – roy |… Continue reading sareureuk
My clingy heart has never been fond of the dawn’s pending fog everyday sitting outside our window, drinking its daily sunrays-made tea as it waits for the official ending of our last night’s nectar-sweet tryst. Another day, another sun, I have to wait for another moon to inhale your scent again. r. c. gonzales –… Continue reading again: an aubade
Amazing is the God who brought you to life, for He has honed you so perfectly. With every passing day, I come to realize, when He was making You, he was thinking of me. r. c. gonzales – roy | page 31 of Poems for S — Sharing with you some excerpts of my poetry… Continue reading molded to be mine
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