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 Dec 2018
Sarita Aditya Verma
Crow’s nest in the tree
Precariously nestled
Breeze rocks chicks to sleep
 Dec 2018
Isabelle
the silence of the night
it keeps me awake
waiting for you at my bed side
oh it makes me ache

the silence of the night
the absence of your scent
i want you at an eyesight
empty space is a torment
all of you
 Dec 2018
Valsa George
I don’t remember when I lost my tenderness
And hardened into a thick shelled adult
No more innocent, no more gullible
Like a snake, I have peeled away my old self
It was easy enough, but having shed it
I realize no spring can bring it back!

There was a time when my imagination
Was so fiercely fuelled by fairy tales

How I used to visit the magic realms
Traversing the path from wonder to wonder!
On fancy’s feathered wings, I flew
Dwelling with fairies, demons and vampires
Roaming through the gilded hallways of magic castles
Peering into wishing wells
Wandering into enchanted forests

I searched under pillows for tooth fairies
Lay awake in bed to hear a tap on the door
With the ringing plea, falling in my ears
‘Open the door, my princess dear
Open the door to thy true lover here’
Wondering if a slimy frog has leaped over to my bed

Many hours were lost in fearful suspense
Pondering if the hoodwinked Red Riding Hood
Would escape the claws of death in the woods

With bated breath I followed the three Billy goats
On their way to the meadows beyond the bridge
Cursing the wicked troll that lived under it

Scrubbed old lamps hoping a genie would crop up
To bring things, my little heart cherished,
Looked up to see Aladdin on his magic carpet
Whizzing past the clouds,

Once I left my homework undone
Thinking those helpful elves would do it
While I snored away in the dead of the night

Now bereft of all such queer fancies
My brain has gone into lazy slumber
My world once checkered with colorful patterns
Now lies damp, dull and laden with strife!
One of my uncles staying abroad used to bring for us many English story books. I had the privilege of listening to fairy tales at a small age....
 Dec 2018
Karijinbba
Let's take a deep breath in this pine filled rain forest
of magical poetically watered trees
huddled root to root.
say, can you find the answer to my ridgle below?
~~~~
"I come once in a minute
in your arms!"
"You come twice in a moment...
in mine.!"
But never can we come in a
THOUSAND YEARS!" Why?
You'll never guess
that I hide in plain view!
nor what my simple name
really is; or can you?
~~~~~
By: Karijinbba
Revised 02-2019
All rights reserved.
HINT HINT!!
I am a riddle I hide in plain view!
CALL MY NAME?
i hide in
" MINUTE" &" MOMENT"
send me a note write my name.!
 Dec 2018
Bea Autumn
Your kisses are soo delicious
Lollipop licks on my tongue
Like berry sorbet melts
sugar rush leaves me high strung
In my mouth to please
But the kiss from your lips
Brings me down to my knees
are savored like sweet honey
Nothing is better not even money
loves kisses so sweet
 Dec 2018
Traveler
IDK :D
(If there was one)


For those of you
Who've prosperd more
You may have been
Placed here before
Before the light
Could blind the sky
Out of the darkness
Yes!
     You and I.....
To guide the world
In poetic prose
Tricking minds
Selling our souls
Oh what fun it is
Using words
To flip their lids
The clever art
Of being absurd
It's actually
Magic and wonders
Giving birth!
Traveler Tim
(I know, us **** atheists!!)
An open invitation
To Heavens door
 Dec 2018
Breeze-Mist
Twenty sixteen And
I am seething and ranting
For what has been done

Two years later, rain
A seedy bus stop, and I'm
Praying I'll arrive
Two completely different, yet equally memorable events, and they somehow both happened on 11/9.
 Dec 2018
SR Nirmal Kumar
Funambulist
Walks barefoot
Crow on a live wire
 Dec 2018
Aaron Combs
Her
There is a time between us, when the pebbles of the sea
and the darkness of the moon will seem one.
Where the lilies and the starlight falls,
and my hands and bones will sleep.

See in our sleep, the world can be one, and
the flowing waters will be like Chardonnay.
Our memories will sing so wild and free.

Under the moonlight, before your lips,
I give you my breath and the secret beneath
my soul, where my soul falls underneath.

Awestruck and charmed by the precious jewels,
in your eyes. You are my beloved,
Leaving my breath to you, my very life,
I lift you up like a rose stretching for the sea.
Previously named Chardonnay, I found somebody, who rests likes the moonlight in my eyes.
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