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 Jun 2018 Babylyn
Nishu Mathur
waves
 Jun 2018 Babylyn
Nishu Mathur
The sea is still today
It's cerulean blue and gold
I think of the thoughts it carries
Within its hidden folds.
Its touch is soft and gentle
It soothes the ache of years
But I wonder how many waves
Are made from fallen tears.
Dear everyone,

This is such a surprise! Thank you all for your likes, loves and responses. I have not been very active on Hello Poetry, but will get back in action soon. So much appreciated. Thank you Hello Poetry for selecting this as a daily. Thank you so much my friends and fellow poets for taking the time to read this poem of mine. It means the world to me.  Love to everyone **
 Mar 2016 Babylyn
Gidgette
Say we'll dance with gypsies,
Even if its a lie
Tell me that we'll stand on a river bank,
And watch the otters play by

Say we'll lay in a golden hay field,
In the spring month of May
Whispering sweet sonnets,
Till our voices fade away

Tell me that someday we'll parachute,
Out of a soaring plane
Say you'll love me always,
Till the universe goes insane

Tell me someday we'll make love,
On a white sanded beach
Say you'll stay beside me,
Forever in my reach

Say we'll lay on a blanket,
Staring up at the stars and moon
Tell me these dreams will last forever,
That they won't end so soon

Please, tell me one last, beautiful lie,
I promise I'll believe
Tell me that you love me,
And my embrace, you'll never leave
 Mar 2016 Babylyn
Saloni mann
Do not discover yourself ,your abilities only because they want you to!
The society wants you to!
Explore yourself because you are precious!
Just the way you are!
You are a beautiful piece of art!
Explore yourself,if it makes you happy!
Explore yourself, if it helps you grow.
It is important for you!
Not for them.
In the end, people will talk about you ,you can't stop them!
All You can control is that that whether it is appreciation or hatred!
 Mar 2016 Babylyn
Tommy Jackson
Molding my body
Like an airplane I take off into
The most beautiful horizon.
If you ask me how my mind works,

I would have no words to define
No poems that can describe
You would have to step inside

My mind is a maze.
Guided by maps of conversations
Lost between walls of questionmarks

If you ask me how my mind works,

I would invite you in.
But there's no guarantee you'll find your way out.
Bon voyage.
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