04-16

On my joining day
A guy in a black polo
Never left my mind

His smile makes my day
Whenever we’re together
I can’t help but fall

Little did I know
He will be holding my hand
For the years to come

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First attempt in writing a haiku! The 5-7-5 syllabication is kinda challenging. I don’t know if “we’re” can be considered as one syllable. But nonetheless I feel proud of my work haha! 😅

Enjoy!!! C:

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Gideon

I want to write a poem
containing everything
that I liked and loved
about you.

But alas! Twenty-six letters
of the alphabet are not enough
to encapsulate even a single flake
of your being.

But still, l will try,
because this feeling
would not even let my head
go to slumber.

For all that has been and will be
one thing is for certain,
you, my beloved, is an
endless metaphor…

You are a wild fire that burns
my skin with every single touch.
You are the blood that rushes
to my lips to bring out the life in it.

You are the truth that shakes
the very foundation of my soul.
You are the beam of light that illuminates
the deepest abyss of my mind.

You are the faith that uplifts
this fallen spirit of mine.
You are the certainty that erases
every doubt in my heart.

I will stop here for now,
for elucidating you is a limitless venture,
just like my love: unbounded, inexhaustible, enduring
in this finite world of ours.

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My first poem for the year. I was torn between writing an ode and a haiku, but look where I ended up… writing a free verse! ^^;
Haha it took me this long to create a new one. I’ve been busy with work and dates for the past months. 😀

Kismet.

This was a story of girl meets boy
and it was not a love story
from the start

It’s your typical chick flick,
where she fell faster than gravity’s pull
but has played the role of his pal

Pride was her sharpest sword,
inexperience his strongest shield
making it hard for cupid to do his job

A year almost passed,
both went their separate paths
with other people being their firsts

Nurtured by triumphs
and withered by bad decisions
they continued to grow apart

Then a sudden plot twist
has shaken things a bit,
making their roads cross again.

All they needed was a second chance
for the girl full of yesterday’s scars,
and for the boy haunted by past faults.

She didn’t see it coming,
the day those three words
slipped through the boy’s lips.

Was it really fate or not?
nobody can ever tell
both only knew they fell

This is a story of girl meets boy
and it’s a love story
currently in-progress. 🙂

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This is my first attempt in writing a poem after a year. I wrote this in the wee hours of the morning so please pardon if it lacks artistic style or even coherence.

I’ll try creating another one in my free time. xD

Mouthful Of Forevers

I am not the first person you loved.You are not the first person I looked at with a mouthful of forevers. We have both known loss like the sharp edges of a knife. We have both lived with lips more scar tissue than skin. Our love came unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.

This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness.
You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book
.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you
.

And I will not be afraid
of your scars.

I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.

 

– Clementine von Radics

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I really love this poem. 😊 I hope I can write something as beautiful as this, I’ll try composing one during my spare time. 😀

Sillage

Familiar scent
lingering…
s     p      r       e    a     d     i    n     g
across this hollowness

Sitting alone,
thinking about every
word
touch
moment

Traces of you
give mxeid feelings;
initializing an array of
emotions[5] = { joy, sadness, love, confusion, uncertainty};

Mind wandering
to        ————————————————>      a distant place
full of abandoned memories
better left behind

Thoughts are
p               z             z
u                 l          e              s
that I myself
won’t be able to put together… ever