lydia-peters - Hello Poetry

A smooth rustling wind Whistles through the trees Rays of sunshine warm The glistening surface of the water, A murky water, dark as night Floating there is a flower, A child of utmost purity Pink as a blush, White as snow, Ocean blue, Burning red, Calm purple. A rainbow of colors Meaning a rainbow of things Beauty of a Hindu goddess Bright as an Egyptian sun As enlightened as Buddha A diamond amongst the weeds

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Feb 8, 2015

Feb 8, 2015 at 6:13 PM UTC

Lotus flower

A smooth rustling wind Whistles through the trees Rays of sunshine warm The glistening surface of the water, A murky water, dark as night Floating there is a flower, A child of utmost purity Pink as a blush, White as snow, Ocean blue, Burning red, Calm purple. A rainbow of colors Meaning a rainbow of things Beauty of a Hindu goddess Bright as an Egyptian sun As enlightened as Buddha A diamond amongst the weeds

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Inhale exhale, breathe In out, in out, in out My lungs are failing Boom, boom, boom My heart pounds A disheartening rhythm No, no He can't find me They can't find me Tap, tap, tap Right, left, right, left I hear footsteps A glance over my shoulder Too close, too close They're on to me A chill runs down my spine A shiver in the darkness "Oh, precious" A tear slips down my face I need to hide I can't be found It's too late They've caught me It's over. My blood is ice Sweat covers my limbs I need to escape Please, Please Can't their be a way To end my misery Anything, anything... Gasp, breath, blink Awake, at last

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Feb 8, 2015

Feb 8, 2015 at 6:07 PM UTC

Chased

Inhale exhale, breathe In out, in out, in out My lungs are failing Boom, boom, boom My heart pounds A disheartening rhythm No, no He can't find me They can't find me Tap, tap, tap Right, left, right, left I hear footsteps A glance over my shoulder Too close, too close They're on to me A chill runs down my spine A shiver in the darkness "Oh, precious" A tear slips down my face I need to hide I can't be found It's too late They've caught me It's over. My blood is ice Sweat covers my limbs I need to escape Please, Please Can't their be a way To end my misery Anything, anything... Gasp, breath, blink Awake, at last

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Dear Miss Suzy, I'm sorry for never naming you Never treating you as something more I know you are So beautiful, so clear, so refreshing You've felt my tears on you wooden spine Crimson with rage but butterscotch which empathy You sit there next to my TV Wanting me to play you I want to play your beautiful piece of wood For you are so gorgeous I wish you could see how much I care How much inspiration you feed me with Your silver strings gleam with beauty And careful crafted wood I love you dearly Through tears and joy

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Apr 2, 2014

Apr 2, 2014 at 3:39 PM UTC

A letter

Dear Miss Suzy, I'm sorry for never naming you Never treating you as something more I know you are So beautiful, so clear, so refreshing You've felt my tears on you wooden spine Crimson with rage but butterscotch which empathy You sit there next to my TV Wanting me to play you I want to play your beautiful piece of wood For you are so gorgeous I wish you could see how much I care How much inspiration you feed me with Your silver strings gleam with beauty And careful crafted wood I love you dearly Through tears and joy

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Happiness Is a gleaming diamond It holds it's value Through the harshest of times Yet is so hard to reach It's rare as gold And sharp as a knife That can stab you in the back Happiness is a gleaming diamond Rare as gold, so hard to reach

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Apr 2, 2014

Apr 2, 2014 at 3:31 PM UTC

Gem

Happiness Is a gleaming diamond It holds it's value Through the harshest of times Yet is so hard to reach It's rare as gold And sharp as a knife That can stab you in the back Happiness is a gleaming diamond Rare as gold, so hard to reach

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A pencil Is an open door You can go forward And step back The door swings open And there is opportunity The door swings closed And your past is a crumpled paper A pencil is an open door Writing on crumpled paper

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Apr 2, 2014

Apr 2, 2014 at 3:28 PM UTC

Pencil

A pencil Is an open door You can go forward And step back The door swings open And there is opportunity The door swings closed And your past is a crumpled paper A pencil is an open door Writing on crumpled paper

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You stand there Old and wise With your wispy branches As light as a feather The sun beams down on you Warming Your tired trunk You sip At the water's edge Gleaming Streaming The children swing From your branches Giggling Wiggling You With green leaves Running Up and down Will you teach me your lessons? Or Must I find my own willow To ask my questions?

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Apr 2, 2014

Apr 2, 2014 at 3:24 PM UTC

Old and wise

You stand there Old and wise With your wispy branches As light as a feather The sun beams down on you Warming Your tired trunk You sip At the water's edge Gleaming Streaming The children swing From your branches Giggling Wiggling You With green leaves Running Up and down Will you teach me your lessons? Or Must I find my own willow To ask my questions?

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Whistling in ears Tornadoes of whirling hair Wagging tongue run dry

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Apr 2, 2014

Apr 2, 2014 at 3:20 PM UTC

Wind