She will touch you with fingers so cold you will wonder why ice wasn’t named after her yet she will set your skin ablaze. She will look at you like art piece. Analyze every crease on your face when you laugh and every grimace when something displeases you.
She will look at you like a path that keeps unfolding and she’s treading blind. Oblivious of what’s to come but woefully expectant of what’s ahead. She will explore you. She will show you what’s its like to be loved as a poet loves its poem.
And believe me, she will love you like a poem.
She’s the type to turn you into poetry.
She will see into your eyes and imagine a thousand stars bursting; into dreams that are made up of all that you are, all that you were and all that you are suppose to be. She will consider you a galaxy with shooting stars and meteor showers.
You will tell her things and she will listen to you. And she will stare at you until you tell her how her gaze is so unnerving. But she’s only looking at you like words that are left unsaid because nobody has been courageous enough to write them down on paper yet. Because those are the words not everybody can imagine writing every day.
So she will love you like a poet but you will have to love her back like a poem; gently, kindly and courageously. For a broken heart might shoot ink into her veins but it will kill a part of her, that she will never be able to recover again.
People like her lose their pieces one by one until one day they find themselves empty. After all there is a reason, why poets die young.
This is so damn beautiful.. I am in love with her!!!!!😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍
Stupendous fantabulous!!!!👏👏👏
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This was a very charming read. You made it hard to choose a favorite part, but if I had to I think it would be the 3rd stanza.
” She will see into your eyes and imagine a thousand stars bursting; into dreams that are made up of all that you are, all that you were and all that you are suppose to be. She will consider you a galaxy with shooting stars and meteor showers. ”
Very nice write Zee!
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Will be glad enough if you guys also give your valuable comments in my poems too
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This is so lovely. The title is what drew me in and your writing totally captured me. Very nicely done.
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Hey,
That’s very nice of you. Thank you so much Dawn ♥️
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Lovely! How beautifully written.
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Thank you so much ☺️♥️
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WOW.
Amazing! I loved it! ♡
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Thank you so much ♥️
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Your words hypnotized me, Zee. Then I closed my eyes, and sat back to listen to the song.
“She will see into your eyes and imagine a thousand stars bursting; into dreams that are made up of all that you are, all that you were and all that you are suppose to be. She will consider you a galaxy with shooting stars and meteor showers.”
I will be using this in a card I think. Just stunning!
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Thank you so much Prajakta. I’m so happy when someone truly understands the depth of my words. I’m humbled ♥️
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Deep and wonderful 😊
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Thank you ☺️
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Blistering, sharp and precise. A great read.
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Thank you so much Lita. So happy to see you drop by ♥️♥️
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Finally found you 😀 😀 😀
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Haha woohoo!!!🙌🏻🎉
Welcome to my blog. Hope you enjoy your stay 😉
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Thanks wonderful Zee! loved it, its so poetic.
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Aw, Thank you so much Sana. I’m glad you loved it ☺️♥️
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but you will have to love her back like a poem; gently, kindly and courageously. For a broken heart might shoot ink into her veins but it will kill a part of her, that she will never be able to recover again.
Truly touched me. I wish to find someone who loves me this way ! 💖
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Let’s keep our fingers crossed then. I hope you get the kind of love you deserve and even more! ♥️♥️
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Thanks a lot Zee 💖💖💖💖
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Much love ♥️♥️
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you continue to impress. this is definitely one of your best.
anyway, hope you don’t consider it nitpicking, but “a poet loves its poem” doesn’t sound good to my ear. should it be “a poet loves his poem” or a poet loves her poem?” of course, i make this comment as a non-native english speaker, so i could be wrong.
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Aah thank you Plaridel.
And no you aren’t nitpicking. Actually I myself thought of the same thing before posting it, but I didn’t want to specify ‘her’ or ‘his’ that was the only reason I avoided and opted for “its” instead.
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i see your point. in my native language that wouldn’t be a problem because the pronouns are gender neutral.
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Same is the case in my native language. English can be hard to handle sometimes but such a great way of expression nevertheless 😉
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what i can say is that you’ve mastered the nuances of english using it to express your thoughts and feelings very effectively. well done, my friend..
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Oh I’m Humbled. Thank you very much Plaridel ☺️
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GreaTest Poem i FeeL and
SenSe and yeS.. Zee.. KNow
IS A Peace oF
MiNd and
BoDy
BaLanCinG
ForcE thaT IS A soUL HeART SpiRiT
BLiSS CAlm CeNteR eYe oF A Hurricane
iN WiNdS WitH No LiMiTs oR ExpecTaTioNs
Total Peace witHin BRinGs aS BReeZE oF FiRe
PasSioNs WitHiN.. ReST HiGHeR BLoWs PEace StaRTS
WitH A DancE Ends and BeGiNs WitH A SonG oF LoVE iN Free..
stART LiVinG WiTH A NeVeR
EnDinG Story Land
Book of Life
afraid
to
make
one mistake..
NoW aLL the Chaos
iS BeaUtY aS onLY
within was is
truly the
Chaos
i made as
iNK BloT TeST
oN FiRe CoNTrOL OdE.. NoW
Thinking about my Father today..
46 Yrs in Law Enforcement exercising
James Bond Cool through every day
of my existence knowing him and never
knowing him tHeRe.. one thing i do kNoW anD FeeL
is he was/is human just out of practice iN Words of Love output..
Value
of
Poetry
iN Words
caring feeling
sensing more than ‘fore..
MoVinG MaKinG tHaT CoNNecTioN
MoRE CreaTinG WiTh LoVE mY FriEnd..
what just one poem from him could mean
but true
life
lived
in his
eYes too..
and after i faced
the breath of Death
three times i WILL to WiN the gAMe
oF Love no longer Spectator Sport
NoW i Dance and SinG..
LesSon
oF Death
three times
over and a Father
with few words for his son..
as finAlly i am NoW ‘that’ Father
with words that shine on more than
just
green
to blue eYes
liT UP to SMiLe..
God took my eyes and
ears away for 66 months to
lEarn to BRinG Words aLiVe as SMiLes..
otherwise
i would
have
likely
sTiLL
Been ‘tHat’ oTHeR Father..
that as the wife Katrina reminds
rarely spoke for almost two decades at home..
as you might imagine Zee that’s no longer ‘the’ ‘Fredache’..;)
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Silent poetry that only perceives and expresses through the perception. Amazing how you conveyed this here, Zee! A lyrical piece of art from the first until the last line. Beautiful, Zee 💖
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Awww thank you Erika. That was so sweet of you. I’m happy you liked it ☺️❤️
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Has there ever been something I did not like 😉
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Awww you are too kind ☺️♥️
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This is so beautiful…and sad. I hope you find someone who treats you like a poem one day.
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Aaah, thank you josh. I hope so too. But I’m not holding my breathe on that 😄
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Very beautiful.
A gift and a curse, seeing with those poet’s eyes and feeling with that poet’s heart.
Remember that you are also the poem – just momentary words written on fragile paper, yet with the power to last forever
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Haha thank you Trent. I don’t know about being a poem tho! I can hope there’s some secret admirer somewhere?(but not In a creepy way of course) 😂
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I don’t know about a secret admirer that is physically near you, but if you keep putting up beautiful posts like this, you’ll have boat-loads of “virtual” secret admirers on line 😉 Seriously, it was beautiful.
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Haha oooo will have to make a fan-page of me to keep all those secret admirers busy then 😂
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You might!
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Won’t be holding my breath on it tho 😋
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Oh my this is wonderful! That phrase,
For a broken heart might shoot ink into her veins but it will kill a part of her, that she will never be able to recover again, is chilling and I totally understand it. Brilliant.
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Hiii, thank you so much for reading my words and caring to share your thoughts with me. I’m glad you liked It.
Much love,
Zee♥️
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My goodness, Zee. This was beautiful! “For a broken heart might shoot ink into her veins but it will kill a part of her, that she will never be able to recover again.”. Simply amazing words, my friend.
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Aw thanks a lot Rob for this comment, I’m glad you liked my words ☺️♥️
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Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.
I’ve said enough.
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Aah, thank you very much Cristian ☺️
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This is beautiful!
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Thank you so much Claudia♥️
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