Imaginary Love – Poem

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Imaginary Love

by Talin Mari

 

Your eyes show me the depths of your soul,

Your laughter hints at the silliness within,

Your lips reveal words that are concealed,

Your heart beats infinitely with compassion.

 

You are my imaginary creative love,

You are the one who haunts my heart,

You are my hidden treasure revealed,

You are the one who flows in my veins.

 

I am faced to fight my battles without anyone,

I am imprisoned with fear of doing anything,

I am living a life that no one would ever seek,

I am a prisoner in a world that I do not want.

 

My imaginary creative love keeps me alive,

My imaginary compassionate love is inside,

My imaginary playful love helps me smile,

My imaginary soulful love lets me stay true.

A Romantic Poem – Imaginary Love

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Imaginary Love
by Talin Mari

I wait eager to dream of you,
Feeling your soft slow touch.
I yearn anxious to delight you,
Dreaming only of our romance.

I hold you in my lifelike dreams,
Only to wake without you near.
I whisper into your gentle ears,
Only to know that none will hear.

My imaginary love,
Illusive to reality.
My imaginary love,
My unflawed entity.
My imaginary love.

The End

The Beast and the Rose – Poetry

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The Beast and the Rose
by Talin Mari

The rose petals fell one by one,
The tempest was heading west,
Unable to control this calamity,
It hugged each petal at its best.

The Beast who mourned the rose,
Witnessed the tempest’s arrival,
Cried to God to stop the damage,
The rose petals unable to submit.

The angelic Beauty stood not afar,
She glanced at the dropped petals,
Her eyes illuminating her presence,
The tempest sprint away mystified.

The Beast who mourned the rose,
Hugged each lost petal at his best,
The angelic Beauty saw from afar,
Her eyes mended all of the petals.

The End

Timeless Magic – A Poem

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Timeless Magic
by Talin Mari

Magic exists when time is left to float among the beauty of the day,
Always aware that it will be able to fly, never once will it wrinkle.
Magic exists when the heart opens its wide chambers so untamed,
Always aware that the blood will violently flow, never will it regret.

Youthful in its kind soul does the timeless beauty creep into existence.
Youthful in its caring heart does the thrilling flow impress other lives.
Timeless is the nature of the magic that will never be able to be duplicated.
Timeless is the nature of the youthful magic that never ages in its space.

Magic is loved,
Always is mysterious.
Youthfulness is embraced,
Timelessness is anticipated.

The End

Butterflies in the Heart – A Poem

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Butterflies in the Heart
by Talin Mari

Butterflies multiplying in my heart,
Trapped by its enclosed chambers.
Fluttering their wings to stay apart,
Gravitating towards being in pairs.

Restricted,
Restrained,
Revealed,
Resigned.

Butterflies wanting to escape feeling,
But the thick walls are too confining.
Trying to destroy the wall’s restraint,
Slowly the butterflies find an escape.

Unannounced,
Unanticipated,
Unleashed,
Untamed.

Butterflies multiplying in my heart,
Released from its detained prison.
Consuming all of my inner organs,
Withdrawing to let it embrace me.

Released,
Realized,
Reunited,
Reveled.

“If” in a Different Perspective

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If

By Talin Mari

If

If I could…

If I could fly, I would soar high into the sky. I would fly over the Empire State Building.  I would touch the pointed needle on the building to see whether it is really sharp or just an illusion.

If I could climb without any tools, I would climb the trees in the rainforest. I would climb to the top effortlessly and confidently.  I would peer into the rainforest like any jungle monkey and grab a vine to swing from tree to tree.

If I could sing with an angelic voice, I would perform in an opera house. I would sing in every language, understanding and feeling all the phrases that float like bubbles out of my mouth.  I would rise to the tips of my toes as my voice gently flows into the room with no form of shyness.

If I could be a flower, I would be a rose. I would smell so sweet that no one would resist putting me on display.  I would listen and hear the love that surrounds those that gave and received the rose.  I would hear their story and it would be mine to keep in the calm tranquility of my beautiful vase.

If I could be, I would be me. The flying, the climbing, the singing, the flower are all a part of me.  There is no if….