Relationships Poems
My Favourite Colour
by Dorin Saadat
My favourite colour is his brown skin the blue sky
Before me, my childhood stands,
A colonial entwined with anarchic vines-
Maturing realizations.
What is love? An itch to set your house on fire?
What colour are the walls?
Not brown. Not blue.
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103. Elastic Potential
by Kea Campbell
My peanut butter eyes on caramel silk skin.
Butterflies flutter—folding in and famished—
beating and bowing before my bile-slick stomach.
Flirting with my heart—an empty love, lost and lame.
Pupils glued to my toes,
a sight caught in the corner of my vision—
bleeding blurry.
Fain to find myself blighted thin.
Shadows march through my veins—
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Months of Saturn
by Hope Norton
Be a father to me
place a hand on my head
keep me rooted, my mind
Oh father, why won’t you let me levitate?
I understand that you are distant
for me to grow above you
but please, that searing shield you carry,
put it down.
Embrace me warmly
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Breakup at 8:00pm - Friday September 13th, 2024
by Gilligan Snolepart
I have breakup at eight tonight
It's in my calendar. Look!
From eight to nine tonight: an appointment
With the title: "Breakup". That's what it says.
At eight tonight
Is when she will end it.
She didn't say as much but I already know
Why we're getting together earlier than usual
What we'll be doing and
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Whispered in the bones
by Ryan Taylor
I have loved you like rivers love the pull of the moon,
like roots love the weight of the earth
a quiet, unshaken devotion,
deep beneath the places eyes can see.
You do not walk into a room,
you arrive,
soft as candlelight flickering in the hush of midnight,
turning walls into something holy,
something that knows your name.
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103. Elastic Potential
by Kea Campbell
My peanut butter eyes on caramel silk skin.
Butterflies flutter—folding in and famished—
beating and bowing before my bile-slick stomach.
Flirting with my heart—an empty love, lost and lame.
Pupils glued to my toes,
a sight caught in the corner of my vision—
bleeding blurry.
Fain to find myself blighted thin.
Shadows march through my veins—
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Whispered in the bones
by Ryan Taylor
I have loved you like rivers love the pull of the moon,
like roots love the weight of the earth
a quiet, unshaken devotion,
deep beneath the places eyes can see.
You do not walk into a room,
you arrive,
soft as candlelight flickering in the hush of midnight,
turning walls into something holy,
something that knows your name.
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101. Run With Me
by Kea Campbell
Will you sit in in the dim, sleeplessness with me, with our circadian rhythms in sync?
As the warm-toned lamp paints behind printed stories— coated blonde on cream.
Tired yet upright, side by side, until we start to dream. Then hand in hand, wrapped from behind, bound in comfort and security.
Together, could we gaze upon every set that the sun will stream?
Where we dissolve into merely breaths and heartbeats.
From the gravel or grass or dirt beneath our feet, to the tallest skyscraper roof in any city.
Will you rise to each dawn's break and wake endlessly next to me?
So in sync, wirelessly, effortlessly, naturally.
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92. Brush—the graze of your arm
by Kea Campbell
Brush—
the graze of your arm,
with intention and love,
woven into a subtle kiss on my shoulder with every stride—
side by side.
Your smile—
how gentle!
Gleaming brighter than the sun.
Warming my heart far greater than heat on my skin in the midst of Tennessee summer.
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40. I only needed it to rain
by Kea Campbell
I only needed it to rain and my only incentive was the storm,
Because it was founding my Red Sea and caused me to sink to the floor.
It doesn’t take pain and I don't need to be troubled,
But every morning is a pill full of hardship and struggle.
Company is dangerous because the corners never knew my ears,
Blood turns to grease and I've been burning for 18 years.
Traditional sounds much too conditional, and I told you to leave while you had the chance,
But you were kind and polite and opened the door at every glance.
I walked away with your heart on the ground,
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