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 Jul 2016 medha
Silvana Franco
You are caressed by moonlight
and kissed by the sun.
You are made of nectar
and salty waves
and magical herbs
that grow as wild as your heart.

     You are the Vessel of Life,
a goddess on earth.
You are a healer, a witch
and a gypsy queen,
in tune with the cycles
and quivers of the world.

     You are made of milk and honey
and the crisp winds of autumn live in your hair.
Your spirit is rose petals
and burning embers,
sweet spring water
and nightshade berries.

     Your body is in sync with the Moon
that rules the ebb and flow of the ocean.
Your eyes reflect the calm of a glassy lake
and the ferocity of a storm.
Your tears are the drops of dew
on blades of grass at dusk
and your laughter makes flowers bloom.

     You are the product of billions of years
of colliding planets,
dying stars,
swirling galaxies
and perfect chaos.

      You have the terrifying immensity
of the universe encompassed
in your beautiful body—
How can you sit here with a straight face
and tell me you feel empty?
 Jul 2016 medha
SøułSurvivør
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in
the
crystal
water bubbles
reflecting there are
golden koi

in
the
mossy
depth of feathers
ancient moonlight
is the buoy

around the
blue-grey stone's
alignment
sand is raked
in perfect poise

every
leaf
has its
assignment
crickets make
a creaking noise

---

there
within the
island garden
small and jewel-like
in the grove

amidst
kimono and the obi
there's a peace
the Nippon know

muted colors
placid faces
the paper lanterns
sway and glow

the lords and ladies
sit for hours
where
the
lotus
flowers
grow
 Jul 2016 medha
axr
I don't have a best friend
Not to be mistaken with having no friends
I do have some friends
But I have to the conclusion that they aren't trustworthy
Instead,  they are rather demanding
They have seen me laugh
and be funny
Talk about silly mistakes
and how others make me feel
They know that I don't have anyone in my life
and my unwillingness to dance
What they don't know
is that every day I fight
with myself
Not with scratches, blades and pins
But with my soul within
They don't know what I have been through
They have never seen the bruises still blue

They don't know
They just assume
They are not there when I am begging to up above
They are not there when I need a little love
They are not there when I have been crying for hours
They are not there when I feel like dying in the shower

Gossips and lame stuff is what they share
I continue to listen while the music continues to blare
There were many
who became my best friends over the years
Losing touch with them is what I feared
Then that's what happened
Sooner or later they forgot me
Phone calls became rarer
and Facebook our home.

Till today,  I stand without a best friend
Because I know I am whole
I am a winner
who stands alone.
 Jul 2016 medha
Neex
Okay,
I know that I nag,
And I'm so annoying,
I always ramble,
And you put up with it.

See the thing is,
I haven't cared this much,
Not in a while,
And I don't want to lose you.

I'm scared,
That you'd break down,
And I wouldn't be there,
Or you might do something drastic,
Cuz I'll forever have nightmares.

You're so important to me,
I don't know why,
But I want to feel your heart aching,
I want you to know that I'll always care.

And that's why it kills me,
I never get to know,
If you're dying slowly,
Or I fill you with joy,
If you're incredibly happy,
Or I've made things worse.

I care so much,
And I love you so much,*
You're the most realistic friendship,
That I've ever had,
And I don't want to discomfort you,
But I'm scared that I'll lose you,
It'll all be my fault,
For not trying hard enough.
Use this against me and I'll **** you.
 Jul 2016 medha
Untitled
Birthdays
 Jul 2016 medha
Untitled
Birthdays
Celebrating when we took our first breath
Counting the years
Until our death
My birthday was a few days ago so that's where I got my inspiration
 Jul 2016 medha
Ann M Johnson
A Poets friends are an empty notebook and a pen
This Is A Tribute To All My Poet Friends, Here On HP
You Are The Very Best , The site calls you Followers, I Call You Friends
You are Awesome and Your Poems Are Too! :) :)
 Jul 2016 medha
ms reluctance
Guarded dreams, whispered secrets,
summer crushes, December flings,
inside jokes, confessed regrets…

These are but a few things
that we share with each other
without any fear, any misgivings.

You were once a stranger
and now you are my best friend.
my partner in crime, my soul sister.

After all, friendship is all that matters in the end.
NaPoWriMo Day #22
Poetry form: Terza Rima
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