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Change me, into the man that you created me to be.
Help heal me of the man that keeps wanting to be married.
Let me dwell in your Love, help me to overcome this.
I know that you have your reasons why my life is this way.
Do what only you can do to change my life to be a much better one.
Please put a heal me of all of the unnecessary brokenness.
Do what only you can do to restore me into the man.
That you originally created me to be revealing you through me.
 Sep 2015 Carolin
brandon nagley
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Sօօռ ʍɨռɛ ʟօʋɛ
I sɦaʟt ʄaʟʟɛtɦ asʟɛɛք;
Aռɖ ɖʀɛaʍ, ʏɛs ɖʀɛaʍ
Tɦat tɦօʊ աɛʀɛ ռɛxt tօ ʍɛ.


©Bʀaռɖօռ Naɢʟɛʏ
©Eaʀʟ ʝaռɛ ռaɢʟɛʏ ɖɛɖɨċatɨօռ
©Lօռɛsօʍɛ,քօɛt's քօɛtʀʏ
 Sep 2015 Carolin
GaryFairy
darkened eyes, a loss of sparkle
hardened by the starkest heart
marvel at the harmful parcel
imparted scars starting to part

discarded stars, embarking targets
barred from the starving art
pardoned by departing darkness
that was ardent from the start


(in a crescendo poem, the vowel sound you are working with must build up to a peak in intensity(crescendo), by increasing that vowel sound with each line, then gradually decreasing in the second stanza. for example, here i use /ar/ sounds...2 in first line, 3 in second and third lines, and 4 in the fourth line...then in second stanza, use same count backwards, like 4 in first line, 3 in second and third lines, and two in the last line...it can have a scheme of 1-2-3-4, then 4-3-2-1 or whatever, as long as it gradually reaches a peak(crescendo), and then gradually decreases. both stanzas must match in the amount of vowel sounds used)
this is about, and for all of the dark poets...the ones who are willing to write down the things that no one wants to talk about...you still shine!
inspired by Sarah aka ThePoet aka Blueberry :)
parcel - divided into parts....ardent - glowing or shining like fire
They say a good love story takes years to write
Mine's perfect for It's taking God centuries
Like all the masterpieces in documentaries
Though the waiting just doesn't feel right

They say time heals wounds, what heals scars
The bruises are gone but with time passage
Only the painful scars occasionally keep me in the bars
In the name of reinforcement and finding courage

They say before meeting your princes charming
You have to surrender your lips and kiss some frogs
But what if she too is out there kissing toads
Hopelessly battling to have faith, and yearning?

Why cannot we just meet on the very first page
When our hearts are still brimful with faith and are whole?
Why cannot soul mates just find each other at that age
When they are so willing to give it their all?

My love story must be so amazing even to the Author
So much so that He is probably afraid of publishers
One might think sane ladies should fall for Shakespeare and Chaucer  
But guess what? Some of us are but the all time wishers

They say a good story is one that takes years to pen
So someday I'll happily move  out the singles lane
Probably even the shards'll fix themselves back together
Maybe there's a story being carefully written with a frail quail Feather
 Sep 2015 Carolin
ryn
Let...
 Sep 2015 Carolin
ryn
Let the crushing waves
wash the abrasive sand from our eyes

Let the infinite blue
replenish our breaths for deeper dives

Let these words fall free
and fill the silence between us

Let the beats of our hearts
set the pace for our lives
 Sep 2015 Carolin
SG Holter
Beyond the reach of castle wall
Shadows, calloused hands shield tired
Eyes from the unrelenting sunlight
Burning red shoulders and humble
Harvests.

Plow for sword, horse for labour,
Opposite of knight and royalty.
Hands that only take life for nutrition
Wave back at the queen standing
In the cottage doorway, smiling.

Apron cape, head proud beneath the
Invisible crown of motherhood.
Needs no throne, a woman so strong
She never sits.
Life is perfect in the eyes and hearts

Of those content with little.
May lightning split the skies and water
Pour upon these fields.
Our gold is oat, we need no moat to
Protect the walls of our home.

No foe invades for so little.
Ashes of dead distant stars; this soil.
Watered with the sweat of generations.
I would fight for this land.
I do so every day.
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