21st century poetry

What Is Love | Envein

Love is something that can’t be controlled. More than a feeling, it’s a part of me. Brought out by the beauty than only i see. Yet is caged like a bird. Should i set it free? To fly through the air, to explore the skies. To perch on my shoulder and wipe the tears from my eyes.
Love is more than a feeling, it is beauty. It is art. Something that will never change when we are apart. Like wine being poured into a glass, a glass so crystal clear, is like the beauty you’ll see being poured over me whenever you are near. Putting me in a state of mind, causing my spirits to rise. For as long as i know you feel the same no more tears shall fall from my eyes.

My Muse | Mónika Tóth

dedicated to my nice Romanian friend Vasile

you are my best friend
the joy
shine in my eyes
you are my muse
the happiness
shine in my eyes
you are my soulmate
my life is enriched
like a ray of sunshine
I adore you

Courtroom Drama | Stan Morrison

one expert identified the sneaker treads
another testified about the blood spatter
a producer of “forensic frenzy” took notes
it was a perfectly purulent television matter

a hostile witness reluctantly took the stand
exhibits a to z and everything else in between
the jury was either excused or sequestered
objections and overrules peppered the scene

the judge was in no mood for shenanigans
the press was excluded, not knowing why
it was a once in a century rare type of case
a call for justice for brazenly swatting a fly

Your Lips | Mónika Tóth

your soul is lyrical line
your heart is magnanimous
your eyes are fire
your look is great
your lips are wonderful path
your smile is beautiful shining

Love of a Poetess | Nadia Umber Lodhi

You are love of a poetess, my beloved,
Reflects from my words ever,
Forget you never,
My passion increases ever,
My Love decreases never,
You are love of a poetess, my beloved
You are the Magic of a words magician,
You are the business of a pain earner,
I shall write departure, loneliness and tears,
I shall describe fears,
And earn income.
You are love of a poetess, my beloved
I shall sell dreams, earn profit,
How can I gain loss,
No Never, my dear
I sold my heart, my dear
One and Only wealth I have.

More at https://www.poemhunter.com/nadia-umber-lodhi/biography/.

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