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yasaman johari
God creates
The colors are beautiful
I lost the hands of God
Wearing my long blue skirt
My feelings become intense
I'm a young girl
with a round face
My eyes narrow at the corners when they smile
Smiles brought about by a girl and a boy
Passing through all his smiles
Having a smell of my childhood dresses
Similar to all paintings in my drawing book
of that river
Sharp mountain
and **** crows
''I love you, God of jasmine flower''
No one knows the death of flowers
Just telling that flowers are beautiful forever
and time is the murderer
Wanting my mother's arms
Her ******* are beautiful
I smiled, knowing a pleasure
that will not be in my ****** relationship
The sky smells of death
Last night I dreamed that a flower was dead
I saw death  
Go out of my window
with white curtains
We are playing
Making songs and dancing
Humans didn't accept the dreams
''I love you so much, God of jasmine flower''
and beautiful
Innocent and depressed
His eyes, are
His hands will be for whom?!
Both his eyes flew
One day, all the birds in the sky will grow up
and will have no hands anymore
Your hands have two jasmine flowers
and I will taste them till the end of my life
His eyes are beautiful
I will see the sunset in whose eyes?!
Sewing all the floral white dresses of women, tender
Devoting my eyes to my mother
Giving my heart to my sister
''How much I love your eyes''
Eglantine flower has the most beautiful smiles
The sun is young for me
The God of jasmine flower is happy
A light has remained in my heart
with his leaving
I repeated it, endlessly
and keeping his soul in my heart
Now, he is a happy butterfly
has grown up
Fluttering, slowly
Sitting on all the flowers
It is happy and free
Children and rainbows always follow the butterflies
The death of each flower is not beautiful
''The God of jasmine flower''
Oh, beautiful flower !
Still wearing your childhood golden earrings?!
Your playmates calling you
among scorching summer grass
Do you hear the innocence in children's smiles?!
The jasmine's hair is long and dark
and gone...

خداوند می آفریند
رنگ ها زیبایند
دست های خدا را گم کردم
دامن بلند آبی ام را پوشیده ام
عواطف من زیاد شده است
دختر جوانی هستم
با صورتی پهن
چشمانی که وقتی می خندد
گوشه هایش نازک می شوند
خنده هایی که یک دختر و پسر می سازند
از میان تمام خنده هایش می گذرم
بوی پیراهن کودکی هایم را می دهد
شکل تمام نقاشی های دفترم را دارد
با آن رود
کوهی تیز
و کلاغ های زشت
''دوستت دارم خدای گل یاسمن''
...کسی مرگ گل ها را نمی داند
فقط می گویند برای همیشه زیبایند
و زمان قاتل است
آغوش مادرم را می خواهم
سینه های او زیباست
می خندم
لذتی که در رابطه ی جنسی ام نخواهم برد
آسمان بوی مرگ می دهد
دیشب خواب دیدم که یک گل مرده
مرگ را دیدم
که از پنجره ی اتاقم
با پرده های سفید بیرون رفت
بازی می کنیم
آهنگ می نوازیم و می رقصیم
انسان ها رؤیاها را نپذیرفتند
''من خیلی تو را دوست دارم خدای گل یاسمن''
چشم های او
و زیباست
معصوم و افسرده است
دست های او مال چه کسی خواهند بود!؟
تمام چشم هایش پرواز کردند
روزی تمام پرنده های آسمان بزرگ خواهند شد
و دیگر دست نخواهند داشت
دست هایت دو گل یاس دارد
''خدای گل یاسمن''
و من تا آخرعمر آن ها را خواهم چشید
چشم های او زیباست
غروب را در چشمان چه کسی خواهم دید!؟
تمام لباس های سفید گل دار زنان را لطیف دوخته ام
چشم هایم را به مادرم هدیه کنید
قلبم را به خواهرم بدهید
''چه قدر چشم های تو را دوست دارم''
زیباترین خنده ها را گل نسترن دارد
برایم تازه است
خدای گل یاسمن شاد است
با رفتنش
نوری در قلبم ماند
که مدام تکرارش کردم
و روحش را در قلبم نگه داشته ام
او الآن پروانه ای شاد است
بزرگ شده
که آرام بال می زند
روی تمام گل ها می نشیند
آزاد و شاد است
بچه ها و رنگین کمان ها همیشه به دنبال پروانه ها می گردند
مرگ هر گل زیبا نیست
''خدای گل یاسمن''
! ای گل زیبا
گوشواره های طلایی کودکی هایت را هنوز داری!؟
همبازی هایت
از میان چمن های داغ تابستان
صدایت می زنند
معصومیت خنده های کودکانه را می شنوی!؟
موهای یاسمن بلند و سیاه است
پروانه ها
و رفته اند
keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.
"keep your eyes closed love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the sound of the waves tells you to do"

When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process repeating all over again.
did not feel as good as yesterday
and i oop
Neville Johnson
She asked me about the word “reckon”
“Did I ever use it?”
Not at that time
She was curious about its usage
I did not know why
Until much later
When I realized with a sigh
She had another lover
Been going on for some time
An Australian he was
I reckon he used “reckon”
In his daily conversation
I reckon it’s a word they must use down there
I’ve had to reckon with “reckon”
It’s still not in my vocabular
In fact, when I encounter it
Into the distance I stare
I reckon it brings back
Memories of my old girl
I reckoned then she loved me
Til she headed for the hills
I reckon it will take some time
Until “reckon” disappears
After my day of reckoning
Which fails to give me cheer
Stained Glass
"across the room
chained up in his imagination
they had spent a lifetime together
by the time she said 'hello"
When you’re gone
I can’t breathe
And I think
Help me
Come back, please.

When you’re gone
I crave your arms around me
Even though they’ve never been mine
And I think
Come here.
Don’t leave me, please.

Come back.
I miss you.

But when you’re here
I miss you even more
Because I can never have you
Ashly Kocher
Empty chair
Empty wine glass
Emptiness in my heart
Photographs for memories
Broken hearts, missing you
A poem, a writing, a song, a cardinal, a butterfly, a penny, a dream....
All these things remind me of you
A strong and hard working man you were
I have the same traits, as I live for you
I hope I am making you proud in all I do
I talk to you everyday
          Do you even hear me?
In my heart, I know you do!
Even though you are no longer here
Believe me, it’s been a hard almost 5 years
Another day we celebrate YOU
For on this Father’s Day
I send my love to heaven for you
Broken memories will never fade away
I wish I had more time, wish you would have stayed
Unfortunately you were sick and there was nothing left to do
So I told you to close your eyes, relax and just let go
It was he hardest thing I ever had to do
But I am thankful I have many years, so today it’s all about you

An empty chair
An empty wine glass
An emptiness in my heart
Photographs for memories
Broken hearts, missing you...
         Happy Father’s Day Papa Bear
You can force many things
With power
Such as accepting what cannot be accepted
But you can’t force love
With power
You can’t force someone to fall in
With a song
Or a poem that has been written
By someone who has been in love
You can’t force someone
To admire a work of art
Or to push them to understand
The meaning behind a book
You can’t force someone
With power
When its
Because love cannot be reached by power
Who will you let yourself become when
the world has no end and it stretches into a never ending spiral
draghing you down into the snap ending of forever
All love has an expiry date,
Maybe it's better you chucked it out before it rotted.
Lawrence Hall
No father
Could have been a better father
Than you
When duty called
You were there
And will be forever

You're the best
Your ‘umble scrivener’s site is:

It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel.

Lawrence Hall’s vanity publications are available on as Kindle and on bits of dead tree:  The Road to Magdalena, Paleo-Hippies at Work and Play, Lady with a Dead Turtle, Don’t Forget Your Shoes and Grapes, Coffee and a Dead Alligator to Go, and Dispatches from the Colonial Office.
got to eat them as they darken
reddened ruby to black constant opal
berries will rot quickly if you don’t
or they’ll taste real gooey and wierdy
if you let the drupelets’ colors get
unsynchronized like summer and fall

...why am i telling you this?
because i learned that the hard way
and the days go away in the gleam
heavy showers and peak-a-boo sun
the east barely bracing for the storm
and the sweetness decaying like the leaves
o this is so sad, alexa play despacito

Daily #3 baybeeeeee how tf does this website work
stephanie burrows
Come see see me and we can live
After midnight.
Touch me under the silver moon light.
Kissing me under the stars.
Hold me tight pull me close to you.
Make me say your name.
Promise me one thing.
After tonight never let me go.
The dusty
wet and ruined
wooden slats
are stacked
too high
in the back,
way past
safety standards,
and they won’t last
more than a month before
they collapse
and spill
the junk we stored
all over the
warehouse floor.
Luis A Estable
I went to heaven once
And saw what joy can bring.
I did women confront
Pure as the water of sweet spring.

I saw gardens with flowers
Of the reddest roses.
I cried my moving waters
And wrote my greatest verse.
My heart beats in blue,
Bleeds in black,
Blooms in red.
I'm, a miracle.
Grocery Store Girl
You're the best.
Wait, what?
I can hear you thinking:
Shut up.
I love you.
A "poem" every day.
It feels like I've been away for too long.
It hasn't even been that long but yet life goes on, and so do you.
It hurts. It hurts knowing that things we used to do, now seem insignificant because time has altered them.

Picking at every memory we ever had that made me happy, and making them about my insecurities is exhausting.
Are they insecurities? Or is it just another proof of what society wants us to do?
Questioning ourselves to the point where we even question if anybody else will ever love us?
Missing her.
You tend to me
in a way
no one else has before,
letting me grow
in the end of the day, we’re all looking for someone to come home to.
Carrie Partain
Do not let the tongue be slow
Caught in the throat of pride
Say it now, "I love you so"
Before the urge has died

For many a man has walked away
And found upon return
Love's thread, once strong, has worn away
There's not another turn
Gray is the perfect picture.
Light and darkness sleep together.
Their wildness share, they create life dreams
to walk ... to touch,
their fragrance to be baptized,
And Love to mourn ... To mourn the feet, hands,
The sun in the first morning!
~ NK
Kora Sani
i anchor
to the back
of your mind
you wish
me away
but here
i still linger
Nikos Apostolou
Our destinies once converged,
Unbeknownst to us.
Each pulled and pulled
until the strings came unfurled.

Upon the wall were etched
flesh-carven words
“Alone once, nevermore”
Was it you or was it I?
Who untangled our fate,
once intertwined

Now I wear a forced smile
and whisper sweet lies,
I had to reach a compromise
for I knew you’d never be mine.
Roisin Ticknor
Settle sweet bird, within your gilded cage,
and sing to me a song so soothing
to the loneliness in my soul
Open your wings
and take my heart to yours
let me feel your heavy sigh
The cold night bides with us
for we are both prisoners
of faith and delicate trust
Francis Sycamore
I could sit on your boot and cling to your leg.
Like a monkey, grinning with joy,
While you bounced me.

I cook you lunch, beans on toast.
(With a drop of oil for you, none for me),
While you snooze on the couch.

You were big and strong,
And fun and wise.

You are tired and fragile,
Still fun, still wise.

I am:
Your baby, your student, your pal.
Your child.

You are:
My protector, my friend, my rock,
My Dad.

My Dad.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems too *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.
the one with messy brown hair
brown eyes
with you birthmark over the left side of your face.
You who left me crying.
You who made me believe in love for the first time.
You who stole my first kiss
first time

with your straight blonde hair
blue eyes
and that stupid smirk
You who left me broken
You who showed me a new way of living
You who left me being second choice
second best

with your dark blonde hair
hazel eyes
you with your beautiful hands
You who left me angry
You who showed me a different way of love
You who went with me on my third concert
third love

with your curly brown hair
hazel eyes
with your cute braces you never liked
You who left me questioning
You who showed how hard love can be
You who decided I wasn´t worth it
You never happend
We never did.

with wavy dark brown hair
hazel eyes
with freckels on my face

I who loved everyone of you
but still couldnt forget you,
number two

I who loved everyone of you
but you left me wanting more,
number four

I who loved everyone of you
was being loved.
but not anymore.
Usally I write my poems on paper first, and then I will reread them and think about them, may make some changes and then upload them here. But in this very second I am just so full of emotion that I want to write and I want it to be honest so no rereading or correcting. Just me.
A: "I'm still happy as I've always been
Still reaching further than my dream
You’re nowhere to be found, yet still unfair
But I am happy; and my life will rest."

B: "I’m still crying myself to sleep
Still too afraid to take the leap
You see me, yet you still don’t care
But I am crying; and my life is dead."

Do you think there is a difference
between A and B?
Guess what
Micheal Wolf
A Happy fathers day to all the dads who gave their all and didn't even get a call.
To the ones that worked and paid for them even if they were never seen.
To the ones that simply faded away because of the caustic games their exes played.
Go where
your imperfections
are celebrated.
all my life
i've been preparing faces
to meet the faces that
i've met

the man who delivers newspapers
at our doorstep each morning

i've laughed at their silly jokes
as they tossed their heads from side to side
in naive stupidity and their sheer ignorance
a pompous lot, the human race i tell you

i've acknowledged their staunch morals
and tried to make them my own
as they scorned at the girl in a skimpy dress
and chewed on mutton bones gluttonously

all my life, i've been trying hard
to blend in
with people who've shown me
that i don't belong with them

and tonight when i shed gallons of tears
i have only my bed and pillow to share
i've learnt that my sadness
is my very own
just a sad girl writing to survive
Blade Maiden

The room in starlight bathed
My body unscathed
Swimming indoors
sheets are shores

Wash over me like the tide
for I don't sleep at night
Swimming indoors
where it always pours

Moon reflection
on my cushion
Swimming indoors
following ancient lores

Diving deep to find
an Atlantis on my mind
Swimming indoors
til reaching the dream's source
Caring spring blossomed
Green leaves , flowers and the sun
Brightens up the world
Inspired by the awesome love that my husband as shown our children ,  also deficated by own dad bless who recently turned 72 ** ;Happy Fathers Day to all you dads out there have a lovely day ** ❤️
Raindrops in
a bottle-top.

Ocean waves
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
You held my hand and I learned to walk,
You spoke to me and I learned to talk.
You gave me a pencil and I learned to write,
You gave me wings and I took a flight.

To make you proud is all I aim for,
I know you'll save me whenever I'm at war.
No words but one can describe
The respect, the love and the admiration
Happy Father's Day to all the great and amazing dads of the world.
I'm brOKen
I look at him
And I see me
The apple doesn't fall
Far from the tree
I still love you even though you don't know that you exist.
Ariana Bagley
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

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