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 Apr 2014 sayona
Shel Silverstein
Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly
in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions
of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying
flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . .
How did it go?
How did it go?
 Apr 2014 sayona
Michael Amery
I wrote a poem of love.
I wrote of you. I tried. But the words would not come.
I am not a poet.
This is not my poem of love.
Rather words written and meanings lost.
You are my poem of love.
I write you with every breath.
 Apr 2014 sayona
kaitlyn-marie
hope.
 Apr 2014 sayona
kaitlyn-marie
sometimes,
you don't even know
you're in hell
until you catch a glimpse
of heaven.
 Apr 2014 sayona
Diana C
Life calls
 Apr 2014 sayona
Diana C
It's crazy how
The phone rings and
I'm disappointed that
The person I thought
I loved the most calls.
Because I realize, I can't
Love them that much
If I'm here
Wishing they were you.
 Apr 2014 sayona
Shel Silverstein
Birds are flyin' south for winter.
Here's the Weird-Bird headin' north,
Wings a-flappin', beak a-chatterin',
Cold head bobbin' back 'n' forth.
He says, "It's not that I like ice
Or freezin' winds and snowy ground.
It's just sometimes it's kind of nice
To be the only bird in town."
 Apr 2014 sayona
missing
about you
 Apr 2014 sayona
missing
*** and love
are not synonyms
I didn't fall in love with you
because you touched me
I fell in love with you
because you made flowers grow
inside of me
when no one else could

h.a
 Apr 2014 sayona
witchy woman
the problem with
being a poet in love,
is that you savour
& trust each word your lover has
without  question.

we are simply in love
with bare literature,
spoken from the lips of someone we hold
in higher regard
than ourselves sometimes.

when you love a poet
each word you utter,
should be a piece of artwork

each sentence,
a highly thought out structure of awe and beauty to leave us seeping
in the warmth of your voice
caressing such fine words

so when deciding that you love someone,
who writes or reads
fill their souls with beauty, memories & truth especially,
for a poet's heart breaks at ease.
thoughts.
I'm doing so much better
I don't think about cutting
I don't starve myself anymore
I'm always happy

**April Fools
 Apr 2014 sayona
Coral
don't**
ask me what i think about poetry
i never think about poetry
but
sometimes more often than others
words will creep into my skull
and dance around my soul
they'll bicker with each other
and grasp at each others hair
until i am forced to release them
from the damp of my fingertips
and exhale them
like the dense clouds of smoke
that they are
 Apr 2014 sayona
Circus Clown
I typically wander into the tropics of my skull
Where the need for adventure lies
And the thoughts that keep me alive are caged up
I hear if you stay away for the tropical parts of your mind
Your dome turns as thin and fragile as paper
And all the thoughts that keep you sane-- die
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