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inmeMariam
inmeMariam
Writer. Write to her.
I want to remember you that way -- Your face glowing Like the fiery sun setting In the summer sky.
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May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 7:55 PM UTC
Untitled
Early in the morning, The heavy raindrops are falling. I can hear them knocking On the roof while I'm sleeping. Or maybe they are walking, Or might be they are talking -- Trying to tell me something, Like 'Go to sleep, Sweet little kid.' Early in the morning, The heavy raindrops are falling. And Oh, what a morning greeting!
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May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 8:17 PM UTC
A Morning Greeting
Sway-- Let the music play. Let me feel you like the wind embracing me silently. Let the chill in the atmosphere Numb me. I am a dying leaf Falling to the ground. But the rhythm of the wind Saves me; Graces me. I can hear the wind's whisper, But do let the wind hear my plea: Please don't tell me anything That might bring to life the dead in me.
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May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 8:04 PM UTC
Sway
I'd like to see the sides of you-- Every inch, every step. I'd like to discover every part of you-- Every corner, every wall. I have heard of your beauty But I want to bear witness, I want to be in awe. Of God's wonderful gift. I want to feel your presence, To be assured of your existence. And you'll be my lush green mountains, My evergreen. You'll be my deep blue oceans, My serenity. You'll be my radiant skies, my eternity.
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Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 8:27 PM UTC
Traveller
I remembered I promised you a poem, In fact one a day for our love- There's a problem though, I can't seem to get them out: Because your presence Is like a million words, A thesaurus sitting right Next to me, And what you are to me When you are with me is an Eternal sonnet. But when I tried I began to Understand something that brings My understanding of us clearer, That we are the same in separate Places, in the same solitude Without knowing each other's Pain or fatigue. That we are both not people, But the wind freed in our selves, A gale freed from the conventional And we become a sudden verse, Nostalgic and naive, Stubbornly young and hopeful, There in that place, When we are together, I cannot write the poem That has not yet finished Being written.
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Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 8:59 PM UTC
I Promised You A Poem
You came As bright as a star in my cold, dark solitude. You looked at me And adored me Like the radiant sun In the light blue skies above. But then you started to move-- Far, farther, further. And soon I'll see not a trace of you. You said hello to me But bid goodbye too soon.
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Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 8:57 PM UTC
Pluto
Of all the tales I've ever read, The saddest one I won't forget-- It is the tale of me and you, In one disaster that came true.
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Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 9:15 PM UTC
Untitled
I came knocking on your front porch, Running on your lawn-- I kept waiting in the silence, And sat under the moonlight. I called you, I yelled. Ever single raindrop Was my every cry-- A plea for you to hear me. But the corners of your home, Gave you your shelter. The concrete living stone, Grant you your warmth. It was a comfort for you Never to open the door, Nor the windows, And let me in To shower you With the words I'd told you-- Those you didn't hear.
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Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 9:20 PM UTC
Raindrops
How easily you have taken for granted Years of laughter and sorrow, Of sleepless nights and lifeless mornings. How easily you have chosen one over the other.
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Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 10:00 PM UTC
To the other side
You know you're a poet When you have walked the tightropes Of being placed into a confined label And still look up to a brighter sky of hope. You know you're a poet When you hear echoes of voices That resonate within your mind From all the mistakes and bad choices. You know you're a poet When you can see shades of colour Within a black and white film And see value beyond the dollar. You know you're a poet When the winter comes you cheer For all the new found imagery Like the sight of snow that is white clear. You know you're a poet When spring has arrived You think of a spring in a step and how a pen-spring is alive. You know you're a poet When heartbreak is motivation For a chance to write sullen words And heart ache becomes a wonderful creation.
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Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 9:43 PM UTC
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