This wistful longing, deep and true,
Though known to you, it feels anew.
A poignant tugging on your heart,
A distant echo, yet a piercing art.
You call it by a different name,
But its essence remains the same.
A yearning for what once was lost,
A love that lingers, at any cost.
Is it nostalgia, bittersweet and tender,
Or longing, a flame that burns forever?
Perhaps it’s both, a bittersweet refrain,
A testament to love, despite the pain.
Whatever its name, this feeling so real,
Is a reminder of love’s enduring zeal.
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The Green-Eyed Envy
Jealousy consumes me
As I watch you walk away
So effortlessly, without a care
Leaving me behind, in despair I envy your strength
To distance yourself with ease
To let go, and move on
While I’m left with heartache that won’t cease You soar like a bird in flight
Leaving sorrow and pain out of sight
Leaving me with my jealousy
And the agony of your memory How I wish I could be like you
Free from the pain and the blue
But instead, I am stuck here
Trying to let go, but consumed by fear So here I am, lost in emotion
As you leave with a shattered notion
Wishing I could fly away
Like you do, every single day.
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The Moon’s Rainbow
In the night sky, a moonbow glows, A wondrous sight, a rare expose, A rainbow made of lunar light, A mystical vision, a pure delight.
The colors blend, they dance and play, A symphony of hues, a grand display, The moon’s rainbow, a gift to see, A moment of magic, a memory to be.
The world is still, the air is calm, As the moonbow casts its soothing balm, A reminder of nature’s artistry, A symbol of hope, a source of mystery.
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Music of Love
The very beat of my heart,
Is a rhythm that plays for you.
With every note, a new start,
And every melody, a love so true.
You’re the music that fills my soul,
The harmony that sets me free.
With you, my heart is whole,
And my spirit dances in harmony.
In every chord, a story told,
And in every tune, a memory made.
A love that never grows old,
And a bond that will never fade.
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The Infinite Race
Memory is not acquainted with the beginning,
Nor imagination with the end of the race,
Life’s journey is a constant spinning,
A never-ending cycle we all must face.
The past and future intertwined,
An endless dance that leaves us blind,
The present moment all we truly find,
The only place where peace we can bind.
Our memories fade but never die,
And our imagination soars up high,
The infinite race we cannot deny,
A journey that goes beyond the sky.
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Forgotten Lust
A lust once luscious, now lost and lonely
A flame that fizzled, forgotten and solely
In memory, a morsel of moments melt
Like sweet syrup, softly spiced and smelt
Ephemeral embers, a flicker of flame
Kindling kisses, crushing crave and claim
Shrouded in shadows, shimmering with sheen
The forgotten lust, now a fading dream
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The Insomniac’s Soliloquy: A Poetic Monologue on Sleeplessness
The Insomniac’s Soliloquy: A Poetic Monologue on Sleeplessness
I lie awake, in the still of night,
As the world around me slips from sight,
My mind awhirl, with thoughts so deep,
And the weight of the day, I cannot keep.The clock ticks on, with steady pace,
As I search in vain, for a restful space,
But sleep eludes me, like a fleeting dream,
A distant memory, or so it seems.Oh, how I long, for that peaceful slumber,
To be wrapped in darkness, without a number,
But for now, I’ll watch the stars above,
And hope that sleep, will bring me love.
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Memory is a weird thing
Memory is a weird thing
Memories, oh memories,
How they come and go.
Sometimes they linger,
Other times they flow.The good ones we cherish,
The bad ones we dread.
But without memories,
We’d be lost instead.
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Moonlight Sonata
Moonlight Sonata
Moonlight Sonata, a melody so pure,
A world of beauty, that’s hard to endure,
The notes, they dance, with a haunting grace,
A world of wonder, that’s hard to replace.The moon, it shines, with a silvery light,
A world of magic, that’s hard to incite,
The music, it stirs, the soul to its core,
A world of emotion, that’s hard to ignore.For even as the music fades from our ears,
Its memory lingers, through the passage of years,
A reminder of the beauty, that’s forever in flight.
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The Tangy Taste of Bitter-Sweet
The Tangy Taste of Bitter-Sweet is an intriguing title that evokes a range of emotions. It is a juxtaposition of two contrasting tastes that can leave one confused, but also intrigued. It is no wonder that poets are drawn to exploring this duality in their writing. Here is a humble attempt at a poem on this title:
For every sweet there is a sour,
For every high, a low.
The tangy taste of bitter-sweet
Is a flavor we all know.
A love that ends in heartbreak,
A sunset that fades to night.
These bittersweet moments in life
Are the ones that shine so bright.
They stay with us forever,
A memory we can’t forget.
The tangy taste of bitter-sweet
Is one we won’t regret.
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Imprisonment in the dark
Imprisonment in the dark
I’m trapped in a cell with no windows or light
The walls are so thick that I can’t hear a sound
I don’t know how long I’ve been here or why
I only know that I’m alone and afraidI try to remember the faces of my loved ones
But they fade away like shadows in the night
I wonder if they miss me or if they think I’m dead
I wish I could see them or hear their voiceI dream of the sun and the sky and the stars
But they seem so far away and out of reach
I feel like I’m losing my mind and my soul
I wonder if there’s any hope or escapeI pray to God or whoever might listen
But I don’t get any answer or sign
I don’t know if I’m alive or dead
I only know that I’m imprisoned in the dark.
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The Sweet Scent of Adoration
The Sweet Scent of Adoration
The sweet scent of adoration Fills the air like a warm embrace A fragrance that evokes pure elation And makes the heart race
It’s a scent that’s both gentle and strong Soft as a whisper, yet bold as a song It’s the aroma of love, pure and true That makes all things seem bright and new
It’s a scent that lingers long after it’s gone A memory that stays, forever on A fragrance that brings joy and delight And fills the soul with a wondrous light
So let us embrace the sweet scent of adoration And let it fill our hearts with pure sensation For it’s a fragrance that’s rare and divine And in its presence, we can truly shine
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A Serendipitous Journey
A Serendipitous Journey
I never planned to travel the world
But fate had other plans for me
I followed the signs and the clues
And discovered wonders I never thought I’d seeI met people from different cultures and lands
Who taught me their stories and their ways
I shared with them my hopes and dreams
And formed friendships that lasted for daysI saw places of beauty and mystery
That filled me with awe and delight
I captured them in my memory and my camera
And cherished them with all my mightI learned things about myself and others
That changed my perspective and my view
I grew as a person and a traveler
And became more open and trueI never planned to travel the world
But I’m glad that I did anyway
It was a serendipitous journey
That enriched my life in every way
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Footprints at the Bay
Footprints at the Bay
Footprints at the bay, a moment in time,
A memory captured, in the sand so fine,
The sand, it shifts, with the passage of time,
A world of change, that’s hard to mime.The waves, they erode, the footprints so dear,
A reminder that time, is always so near.
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Groovy Times
Groovy Times
Groovy times, a thing of the past,
A memory of youth, that’s meant to last,
A time of music, and colorful clothes,
A thing of beauty, that nobody knows.The beat, it thumps, with a rhythmic sound,
A symphony of youth, that’s always around,
Its melody, it lifts, and fills us with cheer,
A thing of wonder, that’s always so dear.The colors, they swirl, with a psychedelic hue,
A kaleidoscope of youth, that’s always in view,
Their patterns, they dance, and fill us with glee,
A thing of beauty, that’s always so free.The vibe, it grooves, with a funky beat,
A thing of beauty, that’s hard to defeat,
Its rhythm, it moves, and fills us with joy,
A thing of wonder, that nobody can destroy.Groovy times, they’re a thing of grace,
A wonder of youth, that’s hard to replace,
They fill us with wonder, and endless awe,
A thing of beauty, that’s never a flaw.
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Dead People’s Voice
Dead People’s Voice
The dead people’s voice, echoes in my mind,
A whisper of the past, that’s hard to find.
With every word, a memory unfolds,
And every thought, a story untold.The dead people’s voice, it speaks so clear,
A message of hope, that we should hear.
With every breath, a new insight,
And every pause, a new delight.The dead people’s voice, it lingers on,
A reminder of the love, that’s never gone.
With every moment, a new embrace,
And every memory, a new solace.For in the dead people’s voice, we find a truth,
A reminder of the past, and the moments of youth.
It’s the lessons learned, and the love we share,
That make us whole, and help us to care.So let us listen, to the dead people’s voice,
And cherish the moments, that make us rejoice.
For in the end, it’s the memories we keep,
That make life worth living, and help us to sleep.
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You’re Fading Like a Memory
You’re Fading Like a Memory
You’re fading like a memory,
A distant thought, a fantasy.
Once so real, so vivid and alive,
Now slipping away, like a fading vibe.But memories can be cherished, and held with care,
Even when they’re no longer there.
For in our hearts, they live on,
And the love they bring, can never be gone.© VishalDutia
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Like A Rose, Getting Ready To Consign
Like A Rose, Getting Ready To Consign
Like a rose, getting ready to consign,
Petals falling, one by one.
Life’s journey, coming to a decline,
A story that’s almost done.Memories like petals, scattered around,
A life well-lived, a love well-found.
Moments of joy, moments of grace,
A legacy that time can’t erase.Like a rose, getting ready to consign,
A beauty that never fades.
A love that will forever shine,
In the hearts of those it pervades.So let us embrace this moment in time,
And cherish the life that’s been lived.
For like a rose, in its decline,
A beauty that’s never forgotten or dismissed.
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I Wish Memory Erasing Exist
I Wish Memory Erasing Exist
I wish memory erasing exist,
To wipe away the pain, that we resist.
To forget the moments, that hurt us so,
And leave behind, the hurtful blow.I wish memory erasing exist,
To remove the scars, that we enlist.
To forget the words, that cut so deep,
And leave behind, the wounds we keep.I wish memory erasing exist,
To erase the tears, that we persist.
To forget the heartache, that we endure,
And leave behind, the pain so pure.But in the end, I know it’s not the way,
To erase the memories, and let them fray.
For it’s the moments, that make us strong,
And the lessons learned, that make us belong.So let us embrace, the memories we hold,
And find the strength, to be so bold.
For in the end, it’s the life we live,
That makes us whole, and helps us to give.
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My First Love Was Magical
My First Love Was Magical
Version 1
My first love was magical,
A fairytale come true,
A love that made my heart sing,
And made me feel brand new.The world was filled with wonder,
Every moment was a delight,
With my love by my side,
Everything felt just right.We walked hand in hand,
Under the moonlit sky,
With stars shining bright,
And our hearts soaring high.Our love was like a spell,
A magical enchantment,
That filled our lives with joy,
And sparked a great contentment.But like all fairytales,
Our story had to end,
And though our love has faded,
The magic still remains.My first love was magical,
A memory to hold dear,
A love that will always be,
A treasure to revere.Version 2
My first love was magical,
A storybook romance,
A love that swept me off my feet,
And left me in a trance.The world was full of color,
Every moment was divine,
With my love by my side,
Everything felt so fine.We danced in the moonlight,
Under the starry sky,
Our hearts beating as one,
As we let the time fly by.Our love was like a fairytale,
A dream that came true,
A world of endless wonder,
That was only me and you.But like all stories end,
Our tale had to be done,
And though our love has faded,
The magic still lives on.My first love was magical,
A memory to cherish,
A love that will always be,
A treasure that won’t perish.
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Gravity Defied
Gravity Defied
Gravity defied, a sight so rare
A flight that soars, high in the air
A moment so fleeting, yet so grand
A dream come true, a wish to command
A defiance of limits, a boundary to break
A journey of freedom, a leap of faith
Gravity defied, a moment so pure
A flight that endures, a memory to endure.
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Footnote
Footnote
A tiny scribble, almost unseen,
Yet it tells a story of where I’ve been,
A footnote to mark a moment in time,
A reminder of a thought once mine.A small detail, easily forgot,
But it holds a truth that cannot rot,
For every footnote leaves a trace,
Of the paths we’ve walked, the trials we’ve faced.
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Rushing to Romantic Nights
Rushing to Romantic Nights
Rushing to romantic nights with fervent haste,
Heartbeats quicken as the moon shines so bright,
The stars above in perfect time and place,
As we dance and twirl beneath their light.Our bodies close, our lips so nearly meet,
The world around us fades away from view,
As passion grows, our souls begin to heat,
And all that’s left is me and only you.This moment captured, a memory divine,
As love and passion fill our hearts and minds.
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Reflections on Life and Death
Reflections on Life and Death
Life, fleeting as a breath, a fleeting flame,
A journey short and sweet, with twists and turns,
Through highs and lows, we play life’s fickle game,
As time speeds by, we watch the seasons turn.And death, the final act that we must face,
The end of all we know, and all we’ve done,
We leave behind a world that we did grace,
Our legacy, our memory, linger on.So let us live each day as if the last,
And cherish all the moments that we share,
For life is but a shadow that is cast,
And death, the curtain closing on life’s fair.But in the end, we’ll find our peace at last,
In death, a journey to a world beyond compare.
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Rushing to the Ephemeral Beauty
Rushing to the Ephemeral Beauty
Rushing to the ephemeral beauty fair,
Whose fleeting form is but a passing dream,
We chase the essence that is never there,
For beauty fades as quickly as a stream.Yet in our hearts the memory will last,
Of moments caught in time’s brief, glimmering ray,
And though the present fades into the past,
Their essence lingers on, a bright display.So let us cherish each brief, shining hour,
And revel in the beauty of the earth,
For though it fades, it still retains its power,
To fill our hearts with joy and love and mirth.And in the rushing of the passing years,
We’ll find that beauty still can calm our fears.
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Unforgettable First Love
Unforgettable First Love
Unforgettable first love, a memory that stays,
A love that blooms in so many ways,
It stays with us forever, like a flame in the dark,
A spark that ignites, like a beating heart.It’s a love that’s pure, innocent, and true,
Unforgettable first love, forever in view.
© VishalDutia
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First Love, Lasting Impressions
First Love, Lasting Impressions
First love, a moment that forever stays,
A memory that lingers on in countless ways,
The innocence of youth, the passion of hearts,
A love that blooms, never truly departs.Lasting impressions, etched forever in time,
A love that’s pure and true, forever sublime.
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The deep clock’s sound
The deep clock’s sound
Deep clock, the passage of time,
A rhythm of life, a constant chime,
Tick-tock, tick-tock, it goes on and on,
A reminder of moments here and gone.With every beat, it marks our days,
A journey of life, in so many ways,
It’s a measure of our joys and pains,
A memory of love, and life’s refrains.It ticks away, with every breath,
A reminder of life and its depth,
Of moments we’ve had, and those to come,
A journey of life, that’s just begun.So listen closely, to the deep clock’s sound,
And let its rhythm, your heart surround,
For in its beat, you’ll find the key,
To a life that’s full, and forever free.
© VishalDutia
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Shades that Fade
Shades that Fade
Version 1
Shades that fade, with the passing of time, Colors once vibrant, now dull and undefined, Memories that once shone, now fade away, Leaving only traces of a forgotten yesterday.
But in the fading of the shades, there is still hope, A chance to learn, to grow, and to cope, To paint a new picture, with brighter hues, And embrace the beauty, of the life we choose.
Version 2
Shades that fade, with the passing of time, Colors that once shone, now lose their shine, Memories that once felt so clear, Now grow distant, and disappear.
For life is fleeting, and moments don’t last, And all that’s bright, must one day pass, But in the fading shades, we find a way, To cherish what we had, and seize the day.
© VishalDutia
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One Moment
One Moment
One moment in time, can change our fate,
A chance encounter, or a simple mistake,
A word left unsaid, or a door left ajar,
A path unexplored, or a dream set afar.It’s the power of now, the magic of then,
A memory made, to cherish and mend,
For in one moment, our world can transform,
And lead us to a new, and beautiful norm.
© VishalDutia
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The Lost Locket #Story
The lost locket
Sophie had always treasured the locket her grandmother had given her. It was a delicate piece of jewelry, with a small picture of her grandmother inside. Sophie wore it everywhere, always feeling a sense of comfort knowing her grandmother was with her.
One day, Sophie went for a walk in the park with her locket around her neck. She didn’t realize it had slipped off until she returned home. Panic set in as she frantically searched for it, but it was nowhere to be found. She retraced her steps to the park, but the locket was nowhere to be seen.
Days turned into weeks, and Sophie had all but given up hope of finding her precious locket. That was until one day, she received a letter in the mail. It was from a kind stranger who had found her locket in the park and had gone through great lengths to track her down and return it to her.
Sophie was overjoyed and grateful beyond words. She realized that sometimes, even the things we treasure most can be lost, but they can also be found again.
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Dancing in the Clouds
Swaying and swirling, like a careless dance,
Floating in their bliss, above the clouds in trance.
Brightly lit by the sun, a captivating hue,
A wondrous sight that catches the eye’s view.Softly gliding across the sky,
Like a blanket of white with a mesmerizing cry.
The clouds gently sway, as if lost in a daze,
A blissful memory of life’s simpler days.Vast and sweeping, a beauty to see,
A gentle reminder of what it means to be free© VishalDutia
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A Sunset’s Embrace
The sun dips down below the edge
A fiery orb, a fiery pledge
To light the sky with shades of red
And tinge the clouds with golden threadsThe day is done, the night is near
The world is hushed, there’s no need to fear
For in this moment, all is right
As day and night embrace with lightSo sit and watch the sky ablaze
And let this moment always amaze
For sunsets come but once a day
And leave a memory that never fades.© VishalDutia
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Reflections of the Soul
Within my heart lies a secret,
A yearning that I can’t explain.
As I behold this serene moon,
My soul’s reflection starts to reign.Memories of joy and sadness,
Love, grief, fear, and hope.
A perfect harmony of emotions,
A complex hodgepodge.©VishalDutia
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Vision in my head #erotica
Even though your miles away, we’re together in my dreams, sharing nights together, until the sunlight beams
Then like the sands of time you just slip through my fingers, I’m left sad and all alone but your memory still lingers
Stealing a naughty kiss, I’d love to share a sensual hug, to wrap you in my arms for real, to hold you tight and snug
In my dreams I feel you near, we share our body heat, if I could make this dream come true, my hopes would be complete
If you were laying on my chest, you’d hear my heartbeat call your name, you would feel my desires for you rushing through each and every vein
So close yet a world away, you’re here and then you’re gone, present during nightfall but the moment the sun is shone
You melt back into memory just a lovely vision in my head, I’m left writing poetry about you from my bed.
©VishalDutia
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To Be Free
When the soul of an artist
Rips apart
Never will they embrace insanitySimply
They extend the wound
To the depth
Scratch it daily to make it raw
Poke it often to keep it fresh
Let it bleed
And feel the pain
They repeat the cycle
And get addicted to itAnd at the right time
They blend it vividly
Nurturing it with memory
Crafting with precision
To the abstract, from the scrap
Giving life to it
As a reminder
Still
Sincerely admire from afar
And reflect
A light of their ownAnd so much more….
©VishalDutia
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