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 Sep 2019 Frans
B D Caissie
Breathe into a red balloon, how it grows. Release your grip and watch it go.

Breathe out in the bitter cold, see it rise. Watch it vanish before your eyes.

Breathe on a window pane, fog your view. Trace a heart and wipe it through.


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 Sep 2019 Frans
queen of hearts
those flowers over there are the ones I planted for you
months ago
they require water three times a day and don't like to be out in the sun for too long

sometimes I forget

they look pretty now
but they'll die soon
"flowers"
Flocks of birds
Across the morning sky
Tell me
I’m not in the city any more.
             ljm
Don't know what they are, just know they're beautiful.
 Sep 2019 Frans
ryn
Submission
 Sep 2019 Frans
ryn
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Open mind

but closed doors.

Take my breath.

And make it yours.


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 Sep 2019 Frans
Anu Mehta
Whenever I was nervous before, mother used to embrace me.
Now whenever I am worried, I will spend a lot of weeping sitting alone in a corner,
Why mother does not talk about your mind with you.
Mother feels a lot about hugging you. I want to keep my head on your lap.
Mom remembers that moment when you succeed in hugging me while you are successful.
It is very reminiscent, Mom teach your new things by becoming your teacher, giving your unique knowledge.
Mother remembers a lot, make friends, make fun of laughter, joining with my craze & with my happiness.
Mother Misses a lot, understand my silence And you asked me what happened to you?
Mother remembers a lot, sometimes with anger, chanting quietly, then shuffle your affection on the head.
Mother I have become very lonely in the crowd of this world, you again call me back in your world.
Give me that love of affection for me……..
A mother is a female parent: mothers nurture and mother children.
 Sep 2019 Frans
Edward
I Wonder
 Sep 2019 Frans
Edward
I wonder , what would had happen?
If I would had gotten everything right.
With completely obeying God in everything.
I wonder, what would had happen ?
If I would had follow that beautiful Lady?
All the way to where she was going in Cali.
When I was but a mere 22 years old back then.
I wonder , why God has allow me to be like this.
To place awesome challenges that would help others.
Then at the last minute fail him and them as well.
By running away which was what I had always done.
Now that I have finally set down roots here in Maryland
 Sep 2019 Frans
Traveler
Ya but what if....
What if it's much more complicated
The distance to truth
What if it's equal to eternity
How long shall one search
Didn't all the paths lead here!
Traveler 44 ☪️
 Sep 2019 Frans
Traveler
GOODNIGHT
 Sep 2019 Frans
Traveler
Shush.. quiet down!
Do you poets ever go to sleep?
I believe It's all been said
And done before
Still you had to write your piece
But you are correct
Most of us forget
If I miss a single word
I'm eaten by regret
So here in my world
It's dark outside
One last post
And I'll say goodnight
Goodnight!
Traveler Tim
Was here...
Poetry is our only language!

Every time I read your writings
My mind snaps
Poetical synapse !
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