Poems by Jordan A. Leturgez

In the twilight hum of city streets,

Where shadows dance and heartbeat greets,

A rhythm pulses through the night,

Whispers of tales, both dark and bright.

With every step, the pavement sings,

A story woven in the fabric of things,

This is how we do it, bold and free,

In the tapestry of life, our symphony.

The laughter spills like summer's rain,

A melody sweet, a soft refrain;

Voices rise and merge as one,

In the glow of the moon, we come undone.

It's in the warmth of a stranger's smile,

In the embrace that lingers a while;

We gather joy, like stars above,

This is how we do it, through grace and love.

Through trials faced, through battles fought,

In every lesson that time has taught,

We find our strength in each other's eyes,

In broken dreams that learn to rise.

So here we stand, with hearts aglow,

Together in the rhythm, the ebb, and flow;

This is how we do it, hand in hand,

United in spirit, a boundless band.

With every laugh, with every tear,

We carve our path, we own our fear;

This is how we do it, strong and true,

A living poem, a dream anew.

In dusk's embrace where whispers blend,

Two souls entwined, as if they've penned,

A script of dreams, in moonlit glaze,

They dance through life in gentle ways.

Her laughter, like a brook, pure and clear,

His eyes, a compass, drawing her near.

With every word, a symphony played,

In the rhythms of love, their hearts displayed.

They walk through storms, hand in hand,

Finding solace in a world unplanned,

With silken ties that never fray,

Forging a bond that won't decay.

In quiet mornings, with coffee's steam,

They share their secrets, each other's dreams,

A glance, a touch, the world fades away,

In the tapestry woven, they softly sway.

They face the shadows, they chase the light,

Through whispered fears, and stars at night.

Each challenge met with steadfast grace,

In the heart's abode, they've found their place.

But love is not perfection's song,

It's the pushing and pulling that makes them strong.

The flaws embraced, the laughter shared,

In the mess of life, they've always cared.

So here's to the couple, in love's embrace,

Building a world, their own sacred space.

Not perfect, but real, with hearts that ignite,

In the fires of passion, they'll always unite.

For that perfect couple is simply this:

Two imperfect souls, lost in a kiss,

Bound by a promise, forged in the past,

Together, forever--love's die is cast.

In the stillness of the hour, when time holds its breath,

A whisper curls in shadows, where dreams dance with death,

This one moment, fragile, like dew upon dawn,

A flicker of eternity, soon to be gone.

The world sprawls around us, in chaos and haste,

Yet here, in this heartbeat, we savor the taste,

Of silence unbroken, of secrets untold,

The warmth of connection, more precious than gold.

The sun dips low, painting skies in a blaze,

A canvas of colors, igniting our gaze,

And all the wild echoes, the laughter, the sighs,

Melt into the fabric of dusk's velvet skies.

In this moment, we linger, our souls intertwine,

Each breath a reminder, your heart beats with mine,

For what is this life, but a series of beats,

Fleeting and fragile, like the touch of our feet?

So let's hold this instant, let it cradle our fears,

Let it remind us, amidst laughter and tears,

That in all the tomorrows, in the vastness we roam,

This one moment, dear lover, is where we find home.

A treasure unspoken, a flickering flame,

Two souls in the silence, not seeking acclaim,

For in truth, in this now, and the way that it flows,

We awaken to love, in the still watch it grows.

So here, let us linger, as stars start to fade,

In this one tender heartbeat, our eternity made,

For moments are feathers, that drift on the night,

Yet this one moment, my dear, is pure light.

In the tapestry of time, our destinies are cast,

Yet amidst the threads, a choice stands fast,

No fate but what we make, a whispered creed,

In each decision, our futures indeed.

Through valleys deep and mountains high,

We shape our path, beneath the sky,

No hand of fate, no written decree,

Only our choices, set us free.

In every moment, a chance to decide,

Our wills as strong as the rising tide,

No chains of destiny, no locked gate,

Only the power of choices we create.

So fear not the unknown, the uncertain way,

For in our hands lies the power to sway,

No fate but what we make, a truth profound,

In every choice, our destinies are found.

So let us walk with courage and grace,

Embrace the freedom in every choice we face,

No fate but what we make, our spirits soar,

In the tapestry of life, we are the ones who hold the lore.

In the city streets where silence weeps,

There roam the gents without a cent,

Their weary eyes hold tales untold,

In their hearts, a resilient lament.

Their shoes worn thin, their pockets bare,

Yet dignity stands tall and true,

Amidst the chaos and despair,

A quiet strength shines through.

They navigate a world unkind,

Yet dignity they still uphold,

In every step, a silent prayer,

In every breath, a story yet untold.

For in their faces, you may perceive,

A beauty that transcends the pain,

A spirit that refuses to grieve,

A hope that dares to remain.

So let us see beyond the lack,

And recognize the wealth within,

For in these gents without a cent,

Resides a treasure, pure and keen.

In shadows deep, where friendships fade to dust,

A tale of bonds unraveled, lost, and crushed.

Unfriended souls, once intertwined with care,

Now fractured, torn apart in silent stare.

The whispers of betrayal softly weep,

As trust is shattered, buried fathoms deep.

A rift now carved in hearts once close and true,

A friendship lost, a bond forever through.

Longing for the days of laughter shared,

Now left alone, in solace none have dared.

The echoes of the past now haunt the room,

A void where once there bloomed a friendship's bloom.

Yet in the silence, whispers linger on,

A hope that one day healing will be drawn.

For friendships lost can still be redefined,

In forgiveness found, a new bond intertwined.

So let us mourn the friendships now unfriended,

But never lose the hope that time extended.

For in the ashes of what once had been,

New friendships rise, to mend what's torn within.

In the realm of choices, where paths diverge,

A moment of pause, a chance to urge

The mind to ponder, to contemplate,

Before deciding, before it's too late.

Think twice, oh soul, before you act,

For consequences reverberate.

Consider carefully each step you take,

In the decisions that you make.

Wisdom lies in measured thought,

In the silence where doubts are caught.

Let reason guide your heart's desire,

To avoid regrets, and avoid the fire.

So pause, reflect, before you choose,

Listen to the inner muse

That whispers truths, both dark and light,

In the dance of wrong and right.

For in the tapestry of life's design,

The threads of choice forever twine.

So let your thoughts be clear and wise,

And may you see through clearer eyes.

In the heart of every dreamer lies a spark,

A yearning for greatness, a flame in the dark.

Through trials and tribulations, we strive,

With courage and passion, we come alive.

We reach for the stars, we chase the unknown,

With each step we take, our true strength is shown.

Through sweat and tears, through fears and doubts,

We push ourselves forward, beyond the clouds.

The path to greatness is paved with sweat and toil,

But in the end, it's worth every drop of oil.

For in the struggle, we find our true selves,

And in our striving, our greatness delves.

So never give up, never let go,

For in your heart, the fire will glow.

Strive for greatness, reach for the sky,

And let your dreams soar, like birds on high.

In the quiet corners of the mind's vast expanse,

Lies a yearning, a whisper, a plea for a chance,

To be seen, to be heard, to be felt deep within,

Yearning for attention, where new dreams begin.

Amid the chaos of this hurried world we roam,

Yearning hearts seek solace, a place to call home,

In the eyes of another, in a kind word or touch,

Craving connection, needing attention so much.

Like petals unfurling to the morning sun,

We seek validation, our battles to be won,

In the symphony of souls, we long to play a part,

Yearning for attention, a flame within the heart.

So let us pause and listen, with open hearts and minds,

To the silent cries that echo in the winds of time,

For in that tender moment, when attention is bestowed,

New life begins its journey, along the path we've sowed.