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 Aug 2015 Amy H
AMcQ
The "1"
 Aug 2015 Amy H
AMcQ
I will not try to find
'the one'.
I will search for the
one thousand and one
things in you,
that lead me to
find myself.
 Aug 2015 Amy H
Ann M Johnson
Day turns to night
I can not get to sleep
too many thoughts in my head
I grab  some paper and pen
and try to make a rhyme
how will it read this time
I think that it's not a poem
unless it touches our heart
It's not a poem unless it tears us apart
After what is left of what is written down
if it don't get through to you and me
it's not a poem
If the words don't make a lasting impression
on your memory
I feel that I am writing only for me
If I can not get through to you I feel that
It's not really a poem
I thought of this while struggling with insomnia.
 Aug 2015 Amy H
Ann M Johnson
It is often said that the cup can be viewed as half full or half empty
The fact is we should be able to agree on is
    We all have a cup that can be filled
        If we All tried to build another person up
          Fill there cup
            Instead of putting others down
      which can drain ones own cup along with the other persons cup
If you meet another person who appears mean or insensitive or rude
perhaps their cup has been drained so much
They don't know how to fill it up again and are badly in need of having their cup refilled
A small compliment a little kindness, a smile could help fill up the cup again
A cup of friendship can go a long way and help  another person have a better day
The world is full of hurting people needing to have their cup refilled
Seeing things from someone else's perspective is a good start
Is the glass half empty or half full, you can decide?
Have  you raised your glass and tried to share a Cup of friendship
and filled another's cup today?
If not the present is a good time to start
If we all filled up the cup instead of emptying it
We would have a better world
Fill up the cup today
 Aug 2015 Amy H
GaryFairy
she crawls slowly through the mist
in the forest of demise
where the dark paths turn and twist
hidden from the open skies

once she invites you in
she brings you to your knees
like a thorn across your skin
like the sting of a thousand bees

where secret screams exist
going there would be unwise
the lips of pain are gently kissed
as another victim cries

she lives within the caves
and she crawls beneath the grass
digging shallow graves
for the lives about to pass

she whispers like the wind
blowing through the trees
where she lives within
she is the haunting breeze

if you find yourself in her midst
never look into her eyes
just pretend she doesn't exist
don't be the next who dies
a friend told me that they liked this version better, so i decided to post it...feedback is welcome, and i would like to know if this six stanza poem is better than the original three stanza version
 Aug 2015 Amy H
Ann M Johnson
Beauty is within the heart of a poet freely poured out in print forever
This is Dedicate to all your wonderful Poets on here!!!!
 Aug 2015 Amy H
GaryFairy
recycled
 Aug 2015 Amy H
GaryFairy
living my life on a spiral
climbing for a final revival
fighting for a rightful title
all for the sake of the idol

everything i do is on trial
waiting for the vital arrival
trying for a soul recycle
all for the sake of the idol
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