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Posts tagged ‘Love’

Whisper of the heart

Maple leaf



and lovesickness

orange and pink clouds

a stripe a splodge


with soft attitude

maple leaf

just wants to show

more realness

amidst the rain

no need for too many gorgeous sentences

maple leaf

reliving that fiery love

when autumn wind

tactfully rises

and gives her a seasonal

red attire

moonlight lingers

on the windowsill

an additional

curtain of nostalgia

murmur of the soul

accompaniment of words

from the heart.



Bowl of cherries


next to an ancient road

that’s the

aroma of your hair

reminds me of

the one who likes ice-cream

a face blushing

red as cherry

a little wish

i cling to

i want to meet you


beautiful memories of autumn

when i saw you at school

eyeful of mystery

you attracted me

into friendship

beautiful memories

when i saw you last

your eyes calm me down

as i lean back

on my school bag.






I’ve been

saving myself

what i’m saying is

all the activities i did

for poetry

are because

my soul chose not to

remain silent

through the ordinary


like a demon

that leaps out of the cold

somewhere in the dark night

disturbs my mind

forces the sleep

out of me

brings me

body heat

and some

impulse and passion

loneliness and shouting

imprisoned in thoughts

they carry

the sorrow of an explorer

it’s so awake and resurrected

my ideals and ambitions

like a general


i mean

every poem i graffiti

every word is

a soldier saving

a teeny tiny me

awakens every inch

of my skin

every swelling

drop of blood

every sound of every

rush of adrenaline.





then immediately

invisible you

starts to take shape

an image i like

becomes clear

a look

of my favorite

put into a tiny heart

my floating body

slowly begins to fall

and settle down

you are

the sun

with the warmth of a bonfire

with you

i can safely



the winter.




under the trellis

like a girl

peeking through the latticework

of night


it makes me think

of something

stone bench in the park

a little cold and dusty

a pair of lovers

sitting next to each other

the moment is


what should be happening

what should not have happened

veiled in shadows



where lights congregate

there is no dark night

galaxy exists

in the eyes

of those who look

up high.


The wind

on the windowsill

opens my diary book

pieces of paper

record the past

words old and new

are my treasure

slim pencil tip

starts its beautiful movement


every few drinks

always bring me

inspiration and desire

to lift a pencil

for me to put every

ordinary thing

into a poem

light-hearted words in love

with casual hours.



City in the morning

Dawn won’t be late

birds begin to forage

greetings in the alley

harmoniously flowing

traffic like flower bouquets

blooming with the buildings

city in the morning

pleasant wonderful and charming

colors light up all over

you and i need to just

open up the window

and become a part of them

life is placed in such beauty

what are we still not happy with

days in each others’ eyes

booming as sweet sweet honey.

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