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 Apr 2015
hellopoet
in my sleep
I write myself poems
buried deep
secret of ancient tomes
therein my heart roams
thereat my soul did leap
 Apr 2015
Dreamer
The crowd fades away
As chords in every melody
Rings in our ears,
And shivers downs in our body
It vibrates in every muscle
A musical fusion
Almost everything didn’t matter
It’s you, me and the beating rhythm
The graceful posture
The sway of every gesture
It’s a motion adventure.

Feeling the adrenaline pulsing through
Pervading the entity
Beating rhythm pounding, it electrifies the body
into graceful art, emancipating the sound of the music
Captivating the mind, liberating the young, reckless soul
covertly hidden inside an indifferent exterior

A freeing beauty
of movement to the rhythm
A therapy to the mind and body.
Dancing to the music,
feeling every tune
every beat
every breath of every movement,
with Explosions of Euphoria
how about that! :) I'm so proud of us, we did it! I'm having that totally awesome post-poem feeling you know? So incredibly honored to be working with you, dear Pax :) We did a fantastic job, woot woot! (((hug))))
 Apr 2015
Dreamer
Cinderella
walked on broken glass
Aurora
let a whole lifetime pass
Belle
fell in love with a hideous beast
Jasmine
vowed her marriage to a common thief
Ariel
ventured on land above
Snow White
barely escaped the knife

Because bearing a life of LOVE
**means overcoming all aspects of strife
 Apr 2015
Sally A Bayan
(haiku x 4)



Sun hides...dips lower
Moon and stars deck the dark sky
Dusk is upon us

Lights.....softly glowing
Drawn curtains are a pale screen
Casting drooping forms...

Voices fill the air
Night, patiently hears the moans
Shame fades at dusk...for,

Dark unites shadows
Cicadas join the whimpers
Wind...comforts the soul...


Sally

Copyright February 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
 Apr 2015
Dhaye Margaux
I said I love that black sando
You said it's tank top
Whatever it is, sweetheart
I just want you to know
You are always adorable to me
Whether you wear black or white
It is not the outside that I see
But your golden heart inside
So when I say I love that tank top
I want to hug and kiss it
I actually mean I love you
I want to hug and kiss you
The way you hug and kiss me
*Since you took my heart
I will always remember their story. :)
 Apr 2015
Q
Skip, forward, chapter anew
So many wonders to go undo
Live tomorrows with sorrows forgotten
No yesterday's fruits, spoiled and rotten
Splendors to stumble and tumble upon
No longer  living in the futures once dawned

*s.q.
.





-im.so.used.to.being.used-
 Apr 2015
Remus
"Beauty is an
adjective
not a person."

A quote my mother
told me when
I said I wasn't
beautiful.

But when I met
you,
I believed that
my mother
was wrong.

Beauty isn't just
an adjective,
it was you.
You were beauty
and this
is not a
pick up line.

Your face was
pretty,
but what made
you beautiful
was your
soul.
 Apr 2015
Mike Essig
I have always believed
that every woman
deserves a poem.

If you have never
read those words

(though doubtless
you deserve better)

accept these words
until your own
arrive.

   ~mce
I have always been amazed at how few women have had poems written for them. Sad.
 Apr 2015
josin137
I have a message,
To all those out there
Who have been hurt, betrayed, and lied to
I say this once,
I’ll say it again
Stay strong,
Wait for tomorrow
A brighter day
A day that will arrive no matter what
But will you be there?
Yes, you will
Tomorrow will be the day
You smile, with all your heart
And laugh, with all your might
Be there, be happy
Show them,
Who you truly are
The strong, powerful and bright
The person they’ll regret
Throwing away
Like useless trash
Make them think
Make them want you back
And tell them,
NO
This is a message,
Stay Strong.
Stay Strong, Love Again
 Apr 2015
josin137
She’s born a girl
But knows not what fear is
She wonders in her sleep
‘How great would it be
If I was born a boy
When in need of strength
The hidden is stronger
When in need of support
The trust comes forward
Just why was I not born a boy’
But she does not complain
Only dreams in her sleep,
She live the life of liberty
Just like those creatures,
Soaring through the skies
She loves the world,
She trusts herself,
She believes in power,
Within herself
She’s a Strong Willed Girl.
Girls, we are not weak!
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