Tag modern love poems
You’re beautiful as the sunset
Beautiful as the sky
Beautiful as the ocean,
and the mountains way up high
Beautiful as the sky
Beautiful as the ocean,
and the mountains way up high
Beautiful as the stars,
that shine so very bright
Beautiful as the moon,
that’s lighting up the night
A thousand times I have seen you, seen you in my mind’s eye.
Once upon a time you were there, for real, but not now, ever
When you went away my world crumbled and all is ruined, dust
Where did you go? So far away I could not see or hear you.
Once upon a time you were there, for real, but not now, ever
When you went away my world crumbled and all is ruined, dust
Where did you go? So far away I could not see or hear you.
Let’s make love tonight
Under the sky
On a star-studded night.
Under the sky
On a star-studded night.
The waves would echo
Tumultuous roar
And we shall be lost in one in one.
We could stay here till sunrise
Both knowing neither will compromise
Like traders glamorising a business deal
Both knowing neither will compromise
Like traders glamorising a business deal
Ignoring anything that’s real
You know there’s a connection
Too busy, insecure of the reflection
The lads would think you’re under whip
Need to inform them if I stay the night
Being honest I can’t say much
Don’t want to be labelled slut
Dear Suki: Culver City, June 17th,
your shoes are large and I put them
on, trying to ache through the miles
you had walked from this wild grass
I no longer mow. Pronged fibers curl
above my steps, gathering the way
smoke shoulders its particles up the
exhaust hood. But idle feet can’t tar
your shoes are large and I put them
on, trying to ache through the miles
you had walked from this wild grass
I no longer mow. Pronged fibers curl
above my steps, gathering the way
smoke shoulders its particles up the
exhaust hood. But idle feet can’t tar
Yours is the haunt
the silky palace of nights revenge
the desert dreaming of a storm
the voice whispering across the back of a neck,
the silky palace of nights revenge
the desert dreaming of a storm
the voice whispering across the back of a neck,
Longing quantified and articulated
yours is the touch
that lights the forever fires
seethes the trembling earth,
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