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 Apr 2015
Mohammad Skati
Light showers wash all flowers' faces                                                                      Just to make fresher in the morning ...                                                                   All roses' faces smile just to give us                                                                        A pretty impression about that pretty Spring ...                                                    We come closer and closer to pick those pretty                                                     Flowers and wonderful roses to our loved ones ...                                                  Our loved-ones love those pretty flowers and                                                        Roses picked by us to them anytime ...                                                                 It's Spring that brings all together through its                                                      Pretty nature and through its Pretty images anytime,anywhere,and everywhere ...                                   _____________________
 Apr 2015
Tryst
Outwardly, the oak
Withstood winter, tall and proud --
        Long since dead inside.
 Apr 2015
Seán Mac Falls
Autumn leaves falling
Trees burn stories of the sun
Pages from heaven
 Apr 2015
Chris
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Darkness once again greets me
staring in through the windows
Morning still sleeps silently,
dreaming of the dawn
My coffee keeps me company
as I wait for my sunrise...

Not on the eastern horizon,
an orange glow shimmering
through the distant tree line,
but the one in my heart
that shines each day
when I hear from you again
Thank you for reading
 Apr 2015
Amitav Radiance
Fresh bloom
Insatiable heart
Holds the crucible
Soul’s yearning
For fresh dewdrops
Brings respite
To the parched soul
Yielding honey
In state of ecstasy
 Apr 2015
Sjr1000
A
single flower
on a young peach tree
glowing neon pink
in the morning sun
a single promise
of
what we all can be.
 Apr 2015
beth fwoah dream
white and blue swan
parrot feather
scurrying above
water of flame.
 Apr 2015
chimaera
gentle rain,
flavouring the night
with earthly spring scents,

soak this land,
make it pregnant

- a marsh
or a pond,

white nenufars,
damselflies,
fireflies,

shimmering glows
for blinding the doom...!
11.2.2015
1 am and yes, it is raining.
 Apr 2015
Lorraine DeSousa
Like a crushed petal, unbearably tender,
I walk the place where you were born.
Shadows now surrounding the ecstasy,
Of kisses lingering ‘til morn.
The space reflects now an innocent light,
Where we thought a lifetime arose,
Our lives filled with supernatural minutes,
Perfumed nights, naked flesh, we unfroze.
We were drunk under the spell of summer,
And in perpetual moments we captured,
All that was, and is, and ever could be,
From the moon to the stars enraptured.
We spoke of everything in the world,
Our subjects were only ever you and me,
Dizzy, bubbling, life’s blood streaming
A delirious passion, lasting eternity,
And now within this terracotta land,
Under blinding cerulean skies
My heart cries out to the cold cruel sea,
As minute by minute I die.
 Apr 2015
CA Guilfoyle
It was shallow water, rippling
a watery moon quivering
on the surface seen
It was night fire
burning water into steam
gray smoke screened
It was willful drowning
upon a lily bed of lies
parched a wilted garden
slowly withers, dies
To all who stop by here to read this poem and to those who have left comments, I thank you for your every kindness.
XO
 Apr 2015
beth fwoah dream
the sky's flowers are the
february stars that brood
like a crashing sea.

moon against moon,
the indigos of the night
wind and unwind.

who listens when the
bright beams tremble?

who listens to the grey night's
powerful song?

the sky's flowers are the
slow river of clouds that
flow away from me,

little paper islands
puffed out like chinese lanterns.

only the stars and the
clouds and the moon,

the boughs beneath, withered
and gaunt, start to dream...
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