A Lonely Kind of Beautiful.

All credit for this gorgeous gift of a title, which is the only reason this poem had any poetic life breathed into it, goes to a very special friend of mine, The Lonely Author.

I can’t imagine anyone reading this isn’t already a follower of this talented and charming poet, but if by some chance you haven’t read his words yet, I urge you to do so. He never disappoints and always enchants.

(Thank you for giving me this. Love, Fiery)

 

 

A thirsty kind of quenching kiss,

A missing piece I deeply miss.

A lucid kind of cloudy thought

Defeated victory I’ve fought.

A silent kind of loudest cry

A scalding tear that froze my lie

A broken clock that ticks my days

And how? Oh let me count the ways…

A sour taste of sweetest need,

A starving plate of hungry greed,

An opportunity to knock, upon an open, bound, chained lock

A sultry word that drips from lips,

With softest tongue my soul – taste sips.Β 

A melancholy vibrant song

You whispered loudly, right (so wrong)

A love unspoken, yet declared

A heart well hidden, soul I’ve bared.

A champagne touch, my glass half full.

A lonely kind of beautiful.

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  1. Loved this. It had a sweet melancholy flow and feel to it. So many great lines of delicious contradictions here.
    The broken clock, the starving plate, and the sweetesrt taste.

    This was a wonderful read. A lonely kind of beautiful….and so much more.

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    1. I think I may be entirely made up of delicious contradictions…sometimes though they all magically fall into place. Much like this little poem which was incredibly inspired by a very charming poet who gifted me the title. Everything else flowed from there. Or him. Or …you know what I mean.
      It’s one of the most beautiful lines I have ever heard . I am more than happy it touched you my lonely author.
      Me too
      β™₯

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    1. Awww! No ouchies!
      To be fair, it was kind of ouchy to write, but filled with love.
      So happy you felt the words honey. It means a lot to me. πŸ’‹β€οΈπŸ’‹β€οΈπŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’‹β€οΈ

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