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 Apr 2016 Nite
Afrodita Nestor
When with you
I loose the ground beneath
I loose the feeling of time

You take me embraced
To a world of ours
Where time is not a matter
Where there is only me and you

Oh you haven’t been in love
I can see that in your eyes
Let me show you
Let me guide you
It’s the only place to be

I am your cloud
So start chasing me
Cause the wind is strong in my back
You don’t want to loose me
There is no place for fears
There is no time to postpone
To find your soul mate
Is finding yourself
Don’t get disturbed by the devil
He will disappear when our both hearts melt together
He is challenging us
Because he is not a believer
But we are

So take my hand and let us fly
We were born to find ourselves
And take that flight
Can’t you see
Can’t you feel
It’s not about the differences
We are all unique
It’s about you and me and what we can become
An Inseparable being

Think about it
Take your time
But you cannot hide behind your diligence
My thoughts are much too clear and much too honest not to feel them
Being in Love is the final destination not a station that you should miss
So free your soul of the fears because they are not real
When we are together we are the ones we should be
A mountain flower that finds refuge under the cloud
That will stay there forever to protect him
Love is what it is all about
Copyright Afrodita Nestor
 Apr 2016 Nite
Rob Rutledge
April showers on the hair of fools.
The lost and the forsaken,
The blind and worthy too.
Sodden to the bone bleached
Follicles of folly.
Spring feints and fakes,
Flash of sun, lone melancholy.
Forgotten light is left to linger
Behind a promenade of clouds,
Veiled in the shroud of a harsh midwinter.
 Apr 2016 Nite
Polar
In a time of deep uncertainty

with my NuBlaccsoUl in ruins.

The kingfisher Ja bade me follow Creepstar

To the mystical place

In search of grace,

beyond sheer Pradip mountains

Where the clear crisp ink of fountain flows.

Here the saints of Ignatius

stop to quench their thirst.

The journey held danger

when I came upon a stranger

I became enchanted by the spells

of a mischievic Pixievic.

Spell bound I watched entranced

  the sheer dexterity of the Busbar dancer

Whereupon My poor dark soul

fell deep in a hole.

I was taken through the worst by Steven Langhorst

To arrive safely at the hallowed grounds of Newvango

Where now I see

the Paradise in me.
There are 11 excellent HP poets within this verse I hope you and they like it.
 Apr 2016 Nite
one llucy
Secrets
 Apr 2016 Nite
one llucy
I have a little pocket, deep inside my mind
Where I throw out all my secrets, I want to leave behind
It can be good to remember but sometimes better to forget
Certain things and places, or even people that I've met
I keep my darkest moments,  buried in this hole
Because everybody's got a secret, they'll never tell a soul
 Apr 2016 Nite
Lakin
Ra
 Apr 2016 Nite
Lakin
Ra
call me Pluto--
for I am tucked
Away into the
darkest corner of
the universe where
forgotten stardust collects,
hidden behind gaping
shadows--
never with the  
the privilege of
being sun-kissed
and obliterated by
the warmest star.
Writer's block makes for terrible company.
 Apr 2016 Nite
jalc
Untitled
 Apr 2016 Nite
jalc
The wind pushes you into me
The musk of your sweat
And fresh laundry
The indelible smoke on your fingers
And petrichor from roads still watery
The smell of green from the passing trees
And that scent that is you, uniquely
If time could come to a standstill now
I would be complete
I really like sniffing people. Particularly those I like.
 Apr 2016 Nite
WiltingMoon
Untitled
 Apr 2016 Nite
WiltingMoon
Not all scars can be seen
 Apr 2016 Nite
Thomas P Owens Sr
the beat changes in your presence
skips to a slightly altered cadence
more blood, more power
the awakening of my heart
the eyes more perceptive
the brain aglow
the scent of you kisses the marrow
and ignites every nerve
these moments
I breathe you
absorb you
quiver in your touch

such is the rhythm
of love
 Apr 2016 Nite
ryn
Sombre
 Apr 2016 Nite
ryn
Deep breaths become chokes and gasps...
As the air seem to get thinner.
I had promised that I shall not fall today
for people to see.
But I had just realised...
That my eyes have already betrayed me.

So here I sit, out in the clear.
Out in the rain.
Face partially drenched from the spray.
Head turned away from passing umbrellas.
I thank god for the rain,
for even if they notice me.
They wouldn't be able to tell droplets from tears.
emo-ment
 Apr 2016 Nite
Thomas P Owens Sr
It is the Sun that awakens me these mornings
I no longer reach the beach in time to see it rise
as we did
I must get back to that
hold on to those things we shared
those precious hours
or should I

I walk the beach
talk to you when I sense you near
two gulls glide like silk just off shore
there are bits and pieces I visit with you
embraces
laughter
as we lost ourselves in the waves at dusk
these memories will never leave

I grow tired in the evenings
the price of love is steep
when it is over
the power of memory
a fine line between pleasure and pain
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