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 Aug 2018 Dawn Bunker
eileen
13th
 Aug 2018 Dawn Bunker
eileen
is it time to go
I felt like an unknown guest
mourning with the clouds
 Aug 2018 Dawn Bunker
Seema
Rustling in swiftly
The gust fills my empty soul
Hustling through, sweeping
The gloom-ridden dark edges
Leaves keeping me warm


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Tanka
5-7-5-7-7 syllables
 Aug 2018 Dawn Bunker
Lily
The first measures of your favorite song coming on the radio
The lurch your stomach gives when you go too high on a swing
Dancing in the rain, and splashing in the puddles
The relief in flopping yourself down on your bed after a hard day
Happy dreams
The moment you realize there is one more cookie in the box
Your favorite outfit
Hugs from loved ones
Discovering beautiful shells on the beach
Waking up and realizing you still have a couple hours to sleep
The joy of saying, “I love you”
The joy of hearing it back
Lazy Sunday afternoons
Happy birthday wishes
Deep, meaningful conversations with friends
Little children running in the sun, enjoying life
Helping a classmate with homework
Reconnecting with old friends
The awe you feel watching a sunset
Raindrop races on windows
That grin you give your friend across the room when the teacher says, “pick a partner”
Hot showers after a good game
Stuffed animals that don't mind being squeezed and cried on
The tears and hugs of making up
Realizing the moment you fall in love
The congregation passionately singing your favorite hymn
Spreading God's Word
Puppies and kittens
That text from the right person at the right time
Surprising your friends with little gifts
The smell of new books
The smell of old books
Capturing that perfect picture
Your unknown potential
God's love
Feel free to add more reasons in the comments!  This poem is for anybody going through a rough time; don't worry, it will get better!
 Aug 2018 Dawn Bunker
Ruheen
Why would I want
The wind to grasp my hair?
For if it does
It may take me too.

Why would I want
To chase the stars
If they only crave attention?
I have better things to do.

Why would I want
To warm him in winter?
For I am also cold
As am I alone.

Why would I want
The birds to sing my songs?
It is music to only their ears.
Not to my own.

Why would I want
To yell so loud
When I have nothing to say,
And it is pointless for you to hear?

Why would I?
 Aug 2018 Dawn Bunker
lX0st
Sweet, sweet boy
You must know love
To be so good
But goodness rests in your hands 
And its nemesis 
In your eyes
Pleading to me
To get down on my knees
And beg for your time
To kiss each finger
As it grazes mine
Trailing down my neck
Shivers down my spine
Pour your soul through my lips
Wring your saccharine 
From my hair
With your fist
Sweet, sweet boy
“..now my life is sweet like cinnamon..”
 Aug 2018 Dawn Bunker
Midnight
i don't know
where your body begins
or where mine ends
the passion, ecstatic
we're entangled
and it feels euphoric
lost in the moment
and i don't want it to end
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