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  Jan 2019 Ash
Napolis
Good night kiss

till your
a hundred
and one.

close your
eyes
tight
like a

galleon's
treasure
chest,

and bury
your
dreams

deep
inside
me.

safe
from
pirates
and
wobbly
sorts.

and I
will be
there in
the air
around
you.

dream
calm
serene

like a child
saying the
shepherds
prayer

before
she lays
her head
down to
sleep.

and I will
not sleep

till you

awake...
  Jan 2019 Ash
B Sonia K
I stared at the sun
Until it blinded me
I ran and hid
That I may recover
In the darkness
But I still couldn’t see
I came back to the sun
Its light overtook me
And we became one
There was no more darkness to run to
And I heard the sun say
“You’re mine and I’m yours”
Then,  I became the sun.
  Dec 2018 Ash
Shahibrah
Ravishing beauty with fluttering hair.
Benevolent nature with gracious fair.
Enchanted eyes with a cosy blink.
Amiable spirit with a heart throbbing wink.
Elegant looks endowed with grace.
Noble intelligence with a pretty face.
Loving heart with pious emotions.
Astonishing mind with superior notions.
Pls let me knw my flaws below in the comments section,  so I can improve. ..☺
Check out my poem on depression...and do leave a feedback
  Dec 2018 Ash
Jayantee Khare
what keeps one from taking the first move?
not one's ego,
it's the fear of getting disappointed afterwards...

what keeps one from certain people?
not the fear of being judged,
it's the fear of being criticised afterwards........

what keeps one from togetherness?
not the fear of being used,
it's the fear of being misused and thrown afterwards...

what keeps one from love?
not the fear of getting the love faded,
it's the fear of being unloved afterwards...

actually the biggest fear is not "the present",
it is the fear of "the afterwards"....
can we live in the moments? and fear afterwards?
Pondering upon the fear or reluctance in few people
  Dec 2018 Ash
Megan H
Is a poet still a poet
If they do not write?

A journal gathering dust,
But a yearning to write.
Am I still a poet
Without my inner light?
I'm sorry I haven't written a while! Love you all
  Dec 2018 Ash
lindy
j.h
my first crush committed suicide.
i remember the hurt at a young age
from chasing him around his living room
begging him for a kiss.
from my young age i knew i wanted him
in my life forever.
through his weaves and gagging
running around the furniture and up the stairs,
losing him sounded foreign then
and having lost him now, still feels the same.
our fathers drank and our mothers giggled
born three months apart
our future planned together
both saying "i do"
uniting us all together.
life flew on by
us both fighting with ourselves
and downing the bottles underneath the bed
loaded and silenced
family portraits painted in red
long life memories all put to rest.
only one made it out alive
but it's hard to breathe
out of us how was it me
and you in a little box
where a diamond ring should be.
my mind keeps wondering
when will i stop chasing you
then my heart replays
every time you turned a corner
you looked over your shoulder
and how you smiled at me.
i miss you
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