It's energy in the morning
Energy at night.
Getting me through work.
Always by my side
Doesn't speak, doesn't
Judge my actions.
Simply there always.

Unless I don't have money to buy it.

I could say it's like alcohol
But more addictive.
"I can stop anytime" I say
But that's untrue
It's my friend
In the simple green and red can.

Only one other knows my obsession
We share it
And that is why we remain friends.

I usually write somewhat sad or forlorn love poems and I wanted to try my hand at something a little more altruistic
#night   #and   #morning   #mountain   #dew   #noon  
Morning dew,

Morning dew,
Will you prove to be
The warning sign
For the life unseen

The birds they flew,
But who knew
It is the present you see
Past tense, unwieldly

Flakes of eve
The silent sun
Makes us one
With the powers that be

Don't you see?

My time is thin
Thin like sin
As i try to rise above my demise
See my life from sacred eyes

Thoughts, they block
What i see
As i travel through the plains of 3D
Self aware of my disease

This is obscene,
Life must be a dream

These are lyrics to a song I wrote.
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The dew is frozen.
Kate Deter
Kate Deter
Feb 15, 2013

The dew is frozen.
It glitters on the ground like crystal,
Diamonds to those who see.
It brings an edge to the world,
As though everything’s in sharp focus.
So ephemeral, this frosty dew,
Gracing us only so long as it’s permitted.
Its cold beauty is breathtaking,
And demands silent reverence.
So why, then, do people find it
Nothing more than a nuisance,
And yet gripe when its life expires?
Beautiful even in death,
The dew blesses our sight with its grace,
Reminding us that every so often,
Silence must be kept,
So that the world may speak to our hearts.

Morning dew glistens
Jude Allen

Morning dew glistens
as I play in the lily-
sunlight come to life.

Inspired by Her...
#love   #heart   #desire   #need   #yearning   #haiku   #soul   #light   #morning   #owned  
Neva Flores Smith
Neva Flores Smith
Jun 18, 2010

Can you see the precious releases as they dissipate
Inviting ardent admiration from us all
Appeasing the beseeching eyes of so many of us here
In the scattered dispersing of their fall

Such luminous wonders sustained by minute gestures
Of clarity in their mystical opaque releases
Appearing at first glimpse to stream from above
As if from the floodgates of secret places

A bountiful acclaim can be seen in the new animation
Of the recipients of these precious releases
As they blissfully absorb new life into their essence
Pleasing our eyes, with a beauty that never ceases

Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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Jason Nel
Jason Nel
Mar 20      Mar 21

Pierces of blue
slice through the empty.
Filling them up
with the pain that I truly yearn for.

For now;
plant the seeds
in my pierced wounds.

"I wish"
the rose beds would grow against my pale-tanned flesh.

A soft voice
with a beautiful and willing heart.
A heart
convinced wrong.

Someday I would like to wipe the yellow sky from your outer realm.
And be brave for the solar system.

A product of the false factory.

Factory of norm illuminated by lies.

But all I want is your recognition,
and for you to hold my soft-crystalline-rose-sighs...

She wakes me with the coming of the day and
lays still beside my pounding heart.
What a fabulous way
to start
a
Monday.

As rose-leaves hold the dew.

I dream that he is mine,
I dream that he is true,
And all his words I keep
As rose-leaves hold the dew.

O little thirsty rose,
O little heart beware,
Lest you should hope to hold
A hundred roses’ share.

dew yet clinging to grass,
Jerod Setchko

She said if I valued her
in my life,
I'd come,

Hungover and weary
I met her,
Sitting on a bench,

Parents and children
passed by in the early
yellow rays of spring,
dew yet clinging to grass,

The pure filter
of clean air, the
promise of hope in a blue sky,
Slightly dirtied,
as though with silt,

I reached my hand
to hold her,
she refused,
and looked forward,

"There's not enough
room for me in your life,
is there?" she asked,

Choking,
I paused,

I truly did not know,

Delicately,
I told her there was,

"I'm looking for any reason
not to end this,"

She bit her lip,
tearing up,
desperate,
"give me any reason,"

I gave her me,
praying I'd always be
reason enough to stay,

"Can you really
chase your dreams
and hold me too?"

Crying, I held her hands
and said I'd have to,

Crying, she curled into
my chest, and said "Ok"

Trembling, I held my head up,
and knew,
as she knew,

That it wasn't enough.

#love   #heartache  
Infamous one
Infamous one
Nov 18, 2013

I like to help others but its hard when they are set in their ways
I have no choice but to stay away I give it to god and pray
Not trying to change anyone but I worry
Id like to express my concerns
Not trying to hurt you
But help get rid of your pain
Im no better or trying to offend
Get through the struggle
Live and enjoy life

 
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