Our point of view is far away
If you say almost more than billions of cubits
Or if it is made more than 1 million light years away
It is clear that there is a distance between you and me like space in gigabits
I am loving you
Being away from you seems to deny your ego, which said you are loving me
I now seem to believe more and more in the legitimacy of that fact I am still loving you
Obviously, I've never been ambiguous if what I feel is without having to say a dime
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These are poems about relationships, with lovers, family members, and a God (real or fictitious?)
You!
by Michael R. Burch
For thirty years You have not spoken to me;
I heard the dull hollow echo of silence
as though strange communion between us.
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In the quiet corners of my mind,
echoes linger,
words unspoken,
wrapped in shadows,
like whispers lost in the wind.
I reach,
fingers tracing the outlines
of invisible thoughts,
yearning for a glance,
......
I feel stuck, trapped,
in the vast space entitled of freedom.
And I am free- no chains to hold me down,
no strings for me to hang on,
yet the suffocation I am surrounded by,
has me lost in a world of void,
dropping down the rabbit-hole,
hands stretched out to hold onto something,
something- anything,
as the fear creeps and crawls up my spine,
......
The delicious taste of love makes you feel miserable
The joy of love denies the existing reality
The delicious and savoury love adds thirst and the pleasure of tasting worldly flavours
The motivation of love is reaching out to dreams and unravelling hope and material desires
Suffering love draws sorrow meeting
Sad love blocks distance and time
The manipulation of love reflects daydreams and obscures togetherness
The hopelessness of love destroys the relationship and the longevity of a couple
with different desires
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I feel stuck, trapped,
in the vast space entitled of freedom.
And I am free- no chains to hold me down,
no strings for me to hang on,
yet the suffocation I am surrounded by,
has me lost in a world of void,
dropping down the rabbit-hole,
hands stretched out to hold onto something,
something- anything,
as the fear creeps and crawls up my spine,
......
Out of blue it , its been long,
As I am here thinking 'bout you
Seeing this thought of mine
I ought to cry;
i cry when you call me "mine"
The countless hour of talking and conference
Is all that has ever been
I am here just thinking about the warmth in
In the presence of your
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In the quiet corners of my mind,
echoes linger,
words unspoken,
wrapped in shadows,
like whispers lost in the wind.
I reach,
fingers tracing the outlines
of invisible thoughts,
yearning for a glance,
......
These are poems about relationships, with lovers, family members, and a God (real or fictitious?)
You!
by Michael R. Burch
For thirty years You have not spoken to me;
I heard the dull hollow echo of silence
as though strange communion between us.
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In August last year
A travelling girl came to Glasgow –
She was a porcelain Australian flannel flower
I had matched with her on one of those dreadful apps
“You have came all the way to Scotland” Wow!
That whole game feels like a cowboy showdown, but it worked
We spent three nights together, one was my birthday night
Knowing we probably won’t see each other again
We’d joke I’d fly over every sea –
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