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 Jan 2015 RuthAnne
Haley
Flaws
 Jan 2015 RuthAnne
Haley
I notice so many problems with myself
And I wonder how anyone
Could look past all of them
And love me regardless

Why would anyone choose
To love me
And not only accept these flaws
But welcome all of them into their heart

Because I see all of them
And wish I could get rid of them
Because they weigh me down
And I'm worried nobody will love me

Nobody has seen these flaws
And decided they outweigh the good
Is there not enough good in me?
What if I'm unlovable?

Is there even someone out there
Who could find it in himself
To love me with my uncountable flaws
Because I can't find it within me

So many people have tossed me aside
Why would anyone want to pick me up
And decide to love all of me
When I can't even love myself
 Jan 2015 RuthAnne
Kerli Tulva
Sailing in my thoughts
            Like a ship in the ocean
Swaying up and down
               On the poetical waves.

Thoughts are the waves
                     Poetic and creative
Painful and joyous
                        Stormy and calm.

They hit unexpected
             Leaving a mark behind
Like love leaves a scar
           Thoughts leave a notion.

Poets are in need of them
         The ideas of stormy waves
Their mind is able to create
         After a thriving earthquake
Which brings about the storm
                       In the creative days.
 Oct 2014 RuthAnne
Bassam A
I can hear her heart...
As a matter of fact ..
I can see it pounding

Suddenly she saw me,
her face blushed
I came closer and
I touched her hands
I felt the chemistry
tingle up my spine

I put my arms around her
and I grabbed her closer to me
Looking in her eyes
saw them like jewels looking at me

with a sudden urge, I kissed her
gently .. My lips slowly moved away
without letting go

I moved around .. caressing her lips..
She opened her mouth
I could not resist to unite with her
I kissed her again
carried her slowly

I heard music in my ears
It was me playing the guitar
strumming the sweetest sounds of love

As we kissed .. our soles got closer
We stayed united all night till dawn
Then we saw ourselves as one
If I had one last breath to breathe
I'd use it to say I love you
If I had one last sight to see
I'd make sure it was your smile
If I had one last sound to hear
I'd want it to be you telling me you love me
If I had one thing left on earth to taste
I'd want it to be your lips
If I had one thing left in the world to touch....
I'd want to die in your arms...
We could scale
snow capped mountains
or tiled rooftops
We could stroll
the halls of grand art galleries
or the city's graffiti stained alleys
We could sip
wine from elegant glass goblets
or instant coffee from chipped cups
We could watch
gala operas and musicals at the amphitheater
or puffy clouds as they float by in the sky
We could look
up to the vast galaxy and its starlight
or down to the metro's sleepless city lights
We could listen
to loud pulsing rhythms at a concert
or to the steady beats of each others hearts
We could go
and roam the world all day
or just stay in each others arms all night.

I can't care less
on what we could do.
Every moment would be
Fun,
Adventurous,
Exciting,
Marvelous
Grand, and
Breathtaking
As long as you are with me
and I am with you.
I came up with the concept of this poem last year but I only found the right words to compose it now. I forgot what inspired this poem in the first place though.....
White, pink, red, yellow, and orange
Roses are mellow things like you on cold winter days
or on a rainy one and at night they close the petals like we close our eyes
Roses
friends can mean so much they are all ways there
whenever things go wrong they are there to care
to listen to your troubles to lend a helping hand
there to comfort you help you understand.

a shoulder you can cry on when teardrops fall
always there beside you when they hear your call
there to give you guidance there your friend in need
they are there for life a special friend in deed
a special flower of my heart.
you bring joy  to people heart
with your  warm smile.
the  tender way how care so
so much about other people
to prove love is real an true.
you are a  true  blue friends
my friend.
a special flower of life .
a teacher knowledge
an hope an love,
understand.
you are the special
angel in life.
you my love my joy
in life.
you are flower of  life.
that walk in beauty
moonlite  night.
you are song of  spring
you my heart an summer
breeze of love.
a special flower of  my heart.
you are the angel from above
that bring to joy to my life.
you are music in life,
the song of my heart.
 Oct 2014 RuthAnne
An old soul
Friends come and go
but the loyal species are hard to find

I'm not good at making new friends
but when I do I try to keep them close

My heart isn't an open book
it stays under lock and key

My shell is hard
while my inside is sensitive

So these friends are sacred to me
and when i part from a good friend
it slowly leaves a vast space in my heart
til it slowly heals on its own

My mouth usually stays closed
but there are those special people who let it free

Friends are those who keep you close
and never let you go

But to find them drift apart
What can you do other than to set them free?
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