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A Love Story | May Scriven - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

A Love Story | May Scriven

There was a time
When we didn’t
Know each other,
When we had
No idea the other
Existed.

There was a time
We didn’t know each
Other’s faces
Or names,
Wishes
Or dreams.

Then, we both happened
To take the same class,
At the same time,
In the same place,
Two people brought together
By destiny.

The rest is history,
I’m so grateful to have you
In my life,
A companion,
A confidante,
A love story.

Questions of Our Time |  G. S. Katz - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

Questions of Our Time | G. S. Katz

As people we are comfortable with the
mayhem of war
But uncomfortable with sex, if not for procreation
Double standards abound to fit your alleged
religious, political or moral foundations

Sounds dubious to me
But I’m one of the hated
No religion, no political affiliation
Lover of sensual ways and attitudes

The world is a mess
Always will be
Won’t you lie down with me with desire
in your eyes
Hopefully for pleasure, not to make a new army
of haters…

My Heart Is Aflame | Madelyn Eustis - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

My Heart Is Aflame | Madelyn Eustis

My heart is aflame
With an unquenchable
Yearning for you.
I can’t think of anything
Else, only of your
Beautiful face, body, soul.
I need you like a
Meadow needs rain.
You’re everything I need,
My every desire.
Nothing can separate us,
You’re even in my dreams.
Let’s go discover wonderful
Realms of intoxicating love,
Passion till the end of time.

The Ingratiating Pain |  Ananya Dhawan - Contemporary Poetry Website Featuring Notable Poems

The Ingratiating Pain | Ananya Dhawan

In the midst of the storm
he stopped,
paused,
wondered,
drank in realizations
wept,
then strode on.

The whirlwind
jarred his senses,
tore his soul
hammered his mind,
gnawed at his thoughts.
His mind froze,
his form quivered
he shrunk and shivered
with the ingratiating pain.

It won him over
He caught the plague
that palled him
and suffering that he was,
he succumbed to the distress.

Though his thoughts awakened
his chaotic self
refused to budge
pulling him back
bit by bit
wanting to swallow him
to drown him
into the fog,
into the fire,
into the pool of blunt ichor.

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