What is love?
Love can't be seen, yet it lights up everything.
Love is quiet, and love is loud,
Love slips in softly, yet it moves the crowd.
...
You enter and settle in, eyes wandering, curious, unsure.
I smile and whisper, don't be afraid—
tonight was designed for you.
Hours folded into this moment:
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Let's make love like the very first time,
No past, no rush—just you and I.
Come closer, let my silence speak,
Let me show you the thoughts I don't say, but feel this deep.
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When I'm dead and gone,
Please don't drown the room in another sad song.
Let the music be soft, let the memories be loud,
Let laughter break through the tears in the crowd.
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As I was leaving, she pulled me close,
a quiet hug, a soft kiss,
then the words—
I love you.
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I can't wait to meet the woman meant for me—
I know she's out there somewhere,
a question mark shaped like a heartbeat.
I wonder where she is,
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Why do I feel this way,
A quiet ache I can't explain away.
Maybe it's jealousy, maybe it's fear,
Maybe it's just loving someone who isn't here.
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I'm not sure if I'm coming or going,
Some days I feel proud of the life I've built,
Other days I stare at the ceiling wondering
How something can feel so full and so empty at the same time.
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How can this earth, so beautiful and wide,
Look so broken when you stand close beside?
We treat her with carelessness, with disdain,
And love, I think, can no longer bear the pain.
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War—sometimes I wonder what we're fighting for,
But one thing I know: I want war no more.
We march, we fight, we endure through it all,
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Just when it feels like you've given your last breath,
When life keeps swinging and leaves you bruised to death.
When every step feels heavy, every road feels steep,
And the nights grow long because your heart won't sleep.
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I can never find love,
And love never finds me.
If only we could see
The beauty in love… and me.
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Am I lonely… or just learning myself?
Are these the cards I was meant to be dealt?
Maybe love isn't lost—just waiting somewhere
For the moment my heart is ready to feel.
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I want so badly to be part of her world,
She's more precious to me than an ocean pearl.
I wish I could tell her what's in my chest,
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Part of my life is ink and iron,
tattoos etched like chapters into skin,
lessons learned behind walls and rules—
where loose mouths draw the line
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Brothers and sisters all over here fighting
Got me thinking so much now im writing
Why is there so much hate in the world
Seeing all this killing makes my stomach curl
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I grew up in the ghetto, thought I knew what "hard" meant,
Concrete dreams, sirens singing every night I was bent.
Then I landed in Baghdad, where history bleeds through the sand,
And pain ain't a chapter in a book—it's the language of the land.
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Words pass—then echo past themselves,
dreams dreaming harder than sleep allows.
Verbs spill loose, thick on the tongue,
...
I miss you, my buddy, I miss you, my friend,
I stood beside you, right until the end.
I watched you pay that priceless cost,
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This is the best way I feel I can Get the feelings in feeling off my chest I dont claim to be a real poet or anything but atleast someone can hear my thoughts. I'm young with an old soul I've been through so much and I'm sure alot of people have. Im new to this poetry thing but so much on my mind and this sort of ease's everything just a little to make my time go by a little better. I hope that made since.....)
Love Is
What is love?
Love can't be seen, yet it lights up everything.
Love is quiet, and love is loud,
Love slips in softly, yet it moves the crowd.
Love can hurt, and love can heal,
Love can shatter hearts, or teach them to feel.
Love can arrive like sunrise in May,
Or leave like the sunset, quietly slipping away.
Love has lost, and love has won,
It can weigh a ton, or feel like none.
Love can lift you, or let you fall,
Love can be tiny, and it can be tall.
Love is patient, and love is wild,
Love can be gentle, or untamed and riled.
Love can shine, and love can frown,
It can dress in smiles, or wear a crown of doubt.
Love can whisper, and love can roar,
It can be simple, or so much more.
Love can be a word, or love can be a ring,
Love can be nothing, or love can be everything.
So where is this thing we call love?
I search, I wonder, I reach above…
Because the truest love we ever know,
Is the love from above, the love that shows.
far out bro dig the Realness of the words Liife is crazy peace