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 Dec 2020 Eman
vienna bombardieri
A sprinkling of fairy dust early in the morning
an airy dawn arrives on the wings of an angel
music of nature flutes by with all its first bring  
I own daylight quills and Longfellow's archangel
While the rose sleeps beneath the moist earth
safely beneath the snow  waiting for rebirth
guardians of the galaxy are closing in on stars
I don't hear a sound not even the tooting of cars
Outside the breeze is slipping through the trees
as quietly as the memes of God's silent smiles
I own hopes so big they bring me to my knees
and a belief that will help me through the miles
Dance while you still can He says to my heart,  
as I hear the sound of music, ... I do my part.
 Dec 2020 Eman
abby
I would tell everyone
but it seems unfair
that they never had
to sit there terrified
wondering if they
would be accepted
about who they love
A short poem about having to come out.. the whole thing just seems unfair to me
 Dec 2020 Eman
D Cole
My wind
 Dec 2020 Eman
D Cole
My heart dances with the wind...
My mind is bruised by its caress...
that pain I want,never to cease
My skin dried out by its presence...

...to be continued
Young love
 Dec 2020 Eman
Deep
Addicted Eyes
 Dec 2020 Eman
Deep
The eyes have never
tasted a vision like you,
And now the hangover continues to my dream.
Can't I have you more?

You
only have to sit
and do your work,
I'll look at you like an artist
And feed my eyes a lifelong portrait.
 Dec 2020 Eman
youcancallmesierra
they always say
don't chase
don't waste
your time on someone
who runs away
even if they make
you feel safe
gotta snap out
of this way
its not okay
i'm in pain
 Dec 2020 Eman
Nitin Pandey
We never die, when we hate ourselves,
We die, when we love more ourselves...
#thought #life #die #hate #love
 Dec 2020 Eman
Traveler
Please don’t call the thought police
I meant to say that underneath
Impeccable words I yet to own
When I’m getting really ******

Bring it down
Bring ‘er on down now!

Put the power trip to rest
We were all born with the best
Although I was hatched by a beast
You don’t need call a priest

Bring it down
Bring’er on down now

Let your blue hair down
Let that blue hair down now
Don’t be wearing no scowl
Just let your blue hair down now!
Traveler Tim
 Dec 2020 Eman
Druzzayne Rika
Spending more and more time with the ones I don't know
will not anyday meet
I feel freedom to express me
in the ways I could never perceive
To the ones who know me, my name
I can't tell them the same,
Things I share with you.
 Dec 2020 Eman
Glenn Currier
The simple peasant girl
received some blessed news
that would overturn the world
she grew up in, the life she knew.

Chosen to receive a special gift
she was confused and dismayed
to get this favor she had not wished
for which she had not prayed.

She felt unworthy, confused, and awed
she knew not whether to make this start
on this journey to which she was called
but said yes and opened her heart.

I wonder if I would have the nerve
in spite of feeling so unworthy,
knowing this gift was undeserved,
to be open to such an uncertain journey.
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