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Aug 2015

niamh

Demons

With their horned heads
And whips for tails,
Malevolent eyes
And malicious sneers
These demons scare me,
But not as much
As the ones who wear my face.

Aug 2015

DaRk IcE

Transformation

The new age bellows of brittle morals and shattered beliefs
Confusion follows bleak choices of tragic consequence
Lost with-in a black cloud, anxious to be rash and disorganized
The only reaction that feels comforting to a fragile mind
Years have flown by as your heart cried desperately for a helping hand
Condemned by high class society's view, confidence is out of reach
Reclusive to social interaction by fear of pointing fingers and snide looks
Creating your own safe haven, protected from scorpion stings waiting in the shadows down dark alley's
Beginging a journey from four familiar walls that you called home
Leaving behind scolding memories that were once open, transforming them to healed scars

This is dedicated to a dear friend which I care deeply for. You can do this!!!!

#change #courage #belief #confidence #transformation

Aug 2015

its gonna make sense

equation of life

when problems are tangled you down
just always remember the basic

+ (add) positivity
- (subtract) negativity
/ (divide) your blessings
(multiply) your goodness

©IGMS

#life #hope #thoughts #lesson #random

Jul 2015

brandon nagley

Death awaiteth us all

Death awaiteth us all
Waiting for us to trip up;
To slippeth fast
In the bask of the universal law.

And whilst the reaper calleth
"Brandon cometh here mine friend"
I swayeth over in slow step's
Awaiting, knowing mine end.

Though on the other side
Dearest amour, and truest friend's;
A feastful party of uncorrupted
None beast's for the homestead.

With a romantic who's hopeless as me
None longer hopeless, but taken by her sweet;
She'll be a comet, of heavenly treat's
She shalt be mine queen, I hopeth to meet.

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

#hopeful-fora-real-lover

Jul 2015

Chris

Summer dawns

~

Summer dawns
just beyond
the screen door,
across the porch
Dew swept lawn,
emerald weave
shimmering moisture
collecting foot prints
strolling towards

An arched entryway
gingerbread trimmed
covered in jasmine
alive with rainbow
flutterings of
butterfly wings
partaking of
nature’s pure nectar

Beneath it a
flagstone walkway,
abstract stones,
assorted shapes
and patterns
meandering through
lavender and hollyhock,
daisies and tulips

And upon it
you and me,
hand in hand
watching the sunrise
wash the sky
in floral hued quivers
as we welcome the
*morning together…

Good morning beautiful

Jul 2015

Pradip Chattopadhyay

First Boy

being the topper in the class, he developed certain pride
that the envious derided, ignored flatterers on his side.

the first bench was his permanent place
from where shone his haloed face
when the teachers spoke seemed it thus
there was only him in the whole class.

all questions he took the answers he knew
solved hardest sums others had no clue
not once an intruder could invade his space
he shined in glory of his flawlessness.

from him was never unfinished homework
ruthlessly made on exams his mark
was taken for granted he would win first place
the rest of the herd would just run the race.

the teachers indulged him the pride of the class
but you know all fame are fragile like glass
it so happened a new teacher joined the school
unbiased he was not to blindly toe the rule.

he asked the first boy if he had ever flown a kite
played marbles on road picked up a fight
if ever he had walked barefooted on the grass
stole a look at sky bunked even one class.

if he had ever chosen to close the book
hid him alone in the scariest of nook
scanned the horizon to catch first moonrise
counted the stars bamboo grove's fireflies.

he looked nonplussed didn't utter a word
anything than studies he hardly bothered
had he answered it would all have been *no
to him most precious was his place at front row.

he bowed his head down with ashen face
for the first time in class he failed to impress
what happened next was no riddle to guess
that teacher was gone without a trace.

Jul 2015

Dreams of Sepia

Rich Quick (10w)

Get rich quick: go and set up a flea circus!

Explanation: my beloved cat has fleas & it made me think of this.

#10w #humor #fleas #getrich

Jul 2015

brandon nagley

All shalt be alright in this place of h.p, wherein i haveth real friends, who loveth me

Bare and ****
His soul to thy world;
A seeker of a muse
He seeketh an amour of a girl.

Open and free
With flower's in mine hair;
I'm dying, I bleedeth
With this lonesome despair.

Asunder mine heart
Broken like rain pellets;
I Feeleth as the witch in wizard of oz
mine essence is melted.

Mine brawn is pelted
And mine vest seemeth to tight;
It's OK, with the help of truest friends
All shalt be better and alright.

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

For noone just grateful for good friends here

Jul 2015

Just Melz

The Silence She Keeps

Whether it be secrets or lies
She keeps them hidden inside
Miseries and agonies too
She's beside herself
Without the silence,
Too much noise breaks through
Not knowing what else to do
She runs to that place
Where she keeps her silence
Hidden away
It's dark there
And filled with so much pain
But she can never let the silence escape
Too many losses and nothing to gain
Let the tears rain, she can't explain
So, she hides herself in her dreams
With the silence she keeps

#love #heart #pain #tears #dreams #silence #toomuchtohandle #hellopoetry107

Jul 2015

Impeccable Space Poetess

Bordo Ornamented Rug

Sinister coughs
haven't approached
as an invigorating threath
whilst reading "The carousel"
in dim lit cyclam softness . .
Poetry is poetry and prose is
Not it!

Three milion reasons and one hundred winks;)
... and we spinn a little bit further...
Imagined butterflies manifest!
~ ~

#kindness #poets #write #moments #lunacy #loving #intimate #untranslatable

Jul 2015

niamh

Shallow Water

We stand on the banks
Of the shallow water.
A consistent flow
Of unchanging speed,
Insipid hues
Rendering it colourless,
The cloying air
Of uniformity
Has us clawing
At our throats
Bringing useless
Tears to our eyes.
The rocks,
The curves,
The white water,
The interruptions,
are what make it sweet once more.

Jul 2015

beth fwoah dream

this

this is the moon's
quiet rose, the unfolding
of the clouds, tranquility
resting her head,
the beautiful sea.

#moon #this #tide