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 Feb 2019 Rimea
Emeka Mokeme
Beautiful night,
vivid with magical
clear full moon
hanging in the
dark night up
in the sky.
It brings thoughts
of restlessness
as if you
want to explore
the galaxy
all by yourself.
Beautiful as it may,
calm and quiet
with sounds of
the deep silence
of the earth
talking to your soul.
The heart is
so at ease
and peaceful.
All around you
are not going
to be the same
as time alone
with nature nurtures
and engulf your
being with the
power of love.
With your soul
you feel the light,
even when your
eyes only
see darkness.
The soul opens
up like the
rose flower that
unfolds itself as
it blooms and
blossom to share
it's fragrance
to cheer the
brokenness of the heart.
Washed by its
purity and adorned
by its pureness
the heart is
renewed and regenerated
with bliss.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
 Feb 2019 Rimea
 Feb 2019 Rimea
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
 Feb 2019 Rimea

I am a flower
except my roots and
stems have been plucked
and my roots drowned
beneath my tears
until You positioned
the sun above the
gound from which I grew
and my leaves grew
from Your love.

I'll always be Your flower

 Feb 2019 Rimea
 Feb 2019 Rimea
the thing about love
is you don't realize
until you do.

and once you do
it's all you do.
 Feb 2019 Rimea
Abdullah Ayyash
You can't uncover the future
If you never tease your fate
Knock the door you want now
Before it becomes really late
Love can happen with a glance
When your courage is the bait
© Copyright
Abdullah Ayyash
January 2nd, 2019
 Feb 2019 Rimea
“only” the lonely know (my special sign)


an incurable silence

the meaningless, wasted touch of a hand,
attached, directed by them from them
to them
a failed reassurance

a classroom, a stadium, cornfield or grove,
so many nutted fallen solitaries fallen to rot
midst a globe of trillions never noticed,
never missed

the silly conceptual that the lonely,
special unique, blessed with a curse,
a specialist status, “only” they afflicted;
with a ken that isolates and yet feels elevated -
oh! I am special

show me one, just one, human who doesn’t truly believe,
they are the onliest loneliest and you will vision
each and every
lonely person who
secret sighs and whose first thoughts are only:

god spare me one more day of being,
fearful of achieving
my very own knowing,
in the invisible place,
the incurable silence award,
reward of another purple heart,
“only” the lonely service ribbon,
my Cain marker

~my special sign~

what a wonderful reception to my first poem!

thank you,
less fearful!
 Feb 2019 Rimea
Manan sheel
When heart melts,
mind is bewildered.

This is the time,
when the flowers blossom.

This is the time,
when love sends melodies,
to you and to everyone.

These are the moments,
when you have to sing,
and take care that the
song, and melody
inside you doesn't get old,
and not take rust.

Please sing with happiness
then, for the universe looks
at you then, with eager eyes,
and waits for your song...

© Manan sheel.
 Feb 2019 Rimea
Dark n Beautiful
I don't know If I’m Having a Feeling
I don't have any emotions anymore
Or I am dreaming, while I am awake?
Is my mind exploring my feelings?

While seeking happiness in this 18 degree weather?
Baking a melodrama cake,
Pounding away my headaches,
Clearing the path, making way for better
Eggs, butter, flour, sugar and raisins

Raising the bar, with the baking powder
Of transferring my feeling into logic,
As it blend into a smooth non stanza
Poetic form of puppy love, clinching

and all that rises, rise in due degree
And is in everything we see and do.
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