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Love at first fall

When I first met the girl, who had fallen off her bike,
she was ten years old, and she said to herself I’m going
to marry him and I was not a party to her plans.
When we met again I had been unhappily married and
happily divorced, I fell in love with her but worried
about the age difference of about 15 years.
This made no difference to her she had loved me all along.
From thereon she took charge I liked to go out drinking
I loved smoking, but this ended.
She loved me and I her and that was enough even for
my bewildered soul.
We have been married for forty years, and I have no clue
what to do without her and I don't really mind but I still
wonders how a ten years old girl could be so sure.
 Oct 2018 Anna2000
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Paint Me Yours
 Oct 2018 Anna2000
c
Painting me
Like one of your French girls
Is a little worse than cliche.
Paint me in your mind
With rose petals for hips
And the most divine night sky
Beneath my lashes.
Speckle pigments across my skin
Freckles like wet sand, stuck.
Color my scars brightest
Impure veins like that of a leaf
Carrying stories, not water.
Paint my smile most of all
Paint it weighed down by stones
Too many for anyone to remember
Yet stretching, brightly
As if to reach the moon.
Above all else, paint me yours.
 Oct 2018 Anna2000
Ashly Kocher
Saying goodbye isn’t the hard part
It’s the when “we see you again”
In which we do not know...
 Oct 2018 Anna2000
Mike Adam
Drab morning
Bruised sky

Desert girl
Blacked out
Head to toe

Drops of bitter
Rain soak
Deserted clothing

As she

Cries behind
The veil
In the mind of a builder,
Everything must fit together.
Everything.



In the end, it will all fit together.
In the mind of a builder, it's both a blessing and a curse...
 Oct 2018 Anna2000
Mano
Sinking Ship
 Oct 2018 Anna2000
Mano
I look around
everything looks alike
a sense of belonging arise
only to be thrown into a deep darkness
emptiness surrounds..

have you consumed all of me?
emptiness alone dark sinking ship
 Oct 2018 Anna2000
Paul Hansford
Say not it was by the ocean,
in the country or the town.
Say not if the sun was shining
or the rain was beating down.

Say not it was morning or evening,
or the high noonday or night.
Say not it was summer or winter,
or springtime, or autumn bright.

Say not what she was wearing.
Say not what colour her hair.
Say not how magical her smile.
Say only: She was there.
This is one of many that I lost when Poetfreak collapsed under the weight of malicious spammers. I'm glad to say that a proportion of those have been recovered by the new owners of the site, and I hope that other writers here who suffered similarly may be able to renew their collections.
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