Writing Me Up

Writings by me, for me. Forgive me.

Tag: Love Poems

  • The Silent Treatment

    The Silent Treatment

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    rak
    in

    The Silent Treatment I can do the silent treatment. I can do not talking. I could not talk you to death. I could stay unspeaking. Cold shouldered, Hard hearted, Stone faced, In petty set. That’s us. Not kissing, Not making up, Not giving in, Not yet. No, none of that. It’s just not us. It’s…

  • Love Can Burn

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    rak
    in

    The beautiful sun Warm and bright shining like love Like love it can burn.

  • Truest Love

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    by

    rak
    in

    In the family And the warmth of their embrace We find truest love.

  • I Can Still Taste Her

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    rak
    in

    The woman is gone Moist lips, soft skin, sweet perfume I can still taste her.

  • Love Should Be Total

    Love Should Be Total

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    rak
    in

    Love Should Be Total Love should be total, All that we can ever need. That, and nothing more.

  • Love to Like

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    rak
    in

    When does love Turn to like? Is it in an instant, Triggered by an incident, A specific event That you can recall And remember forever? Something they did That disappointed you, Or, perhaps, more likely, Something you did That offended them. Worse, Was it all the things You did Together? Or is it more gradual,…

  • I Want To Have Love

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    rak
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    I want to have love That fills me up completely Leaves nothing to need.

  • Love, Dutifully

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    rak
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    Love, dutifully, Beautifully, penned on card. Recycle it all.

  • Mother’s Love

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    rak
    in

    My mother’s love was Too much, too strong, too needy. I miss it each day.

  • A House

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    rak
    in

    A house. Four walls, a roof. A container. It keeps things in, Lets nothing out, Not even hope. Feelings wither, Unreciprocated, Damaged, Both, apart together. Dreams die, Strangled, Unarticulated, In these silent rooms. Side by side We sit and hide From each other, Unliked lovers. Here, in this house, We see only Something Neat, painted,…