Tag: romantic poetry

Post Valentines Day Love Poem

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Surrender

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In the stillness, in the moment our lips meet,

we turn to sunshine.

Our fingers, woven, are knitted with one another

like trees in ancient soil.

The rhythm of your heart drums a furious pace,

echoing inside me.

And I fall deeper.

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You are wordless, but never quiet.

Like coals, heated in the nil space between our bodies,

we turn to fire, but never ash.

And then you climb, a hot wind upon the aching mountain

of my desire.

And I surrender.

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In these places, no one knows our names.

No one sees our faces.

Our eyes are heavy-lidded, our breaths broken only

to kiss, and to kiss again.

We wander from dream to dream, a reverent carousel moved by the hurricane of our love.

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I call to you, crying out your name.

You clutch, you pull me closer.

Like a starved fire, you catch and burn and consume me.

We turn to sunlight again, delivered through all darkness,

sent to this place as if born in the very same star.

And I surrender.

And I fall deeper.

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J Edward Neill

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The Riot – A Poem

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She lives in the wind

or so the riot tells me.

A golden flame, a pale rapture, an elemental catastrophe,

all of this, and more, the riot will say.

An invisible trail, she leaves,

on the streets we have walked, in our rumbled bed.

But she is never lesser.

Her hours of toil beget mere moments of calm,

for there is no taming her, only the lie thereof.

She walks never straight, but in tangles, in weaves,

and on wild paths only the trees can name.

She lives in the wind

or so I’ll say

from now until the end of everything.

Many will try, and many will dream of her at peace,

only for a moment’s breeze to unravel her.

to take her skyward.

to unleash her.

The riot, she is.

In body, in spirit.

And those who would tame her,

had best beware.

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J Edward Neill