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 Aug 2019
roumen
We sleep walking ..
Road to the hell..
We sleep loving..
Road to the happiness..
We dream..
For next summer..
For blue sky..
For sun..
For Yellow..
Life is just dream.
Short..
Soft..
Bright ..
Just a moment of love..
Just a second of kiss..
Just a fracture of dream..
Life..
Just one..
Life love me you
 Aug 2019
Frank Russell
Little Billy said
oh yeah?    wait and see what
i do with sonnets








- fr
 Aug 2019
roumen
My life is not for you ..
My love is to demonic ..
My days are so dynamic..
I know you need romantic..
You need a dream..
You want to kiss..
You have to love..
My world is very complicated.
My dreams are not romantic ..
My weeks are so chaotic..
I  have to fight..
for every moment ...
I have to beg
for every kiss..
For every dream..
For love..
For life..
For You ?
 Aug 2019
B D Caissie
I’m a simple man and nothing more, of mediocre means neither rich nor poor.

People misunderstand my quirky ways, I don’t seem to give a flying fig these days.

I’m more than content with the man I’ve become, I march to the beat of my own drum.

I wear my failures like the finest weaves, but not foolish enough to wear my heart on my sleeve.

My imperfections I keep at my feet, so as not to trip I keep up with their beat.

Don’t look to me as shrewd or savvy, I just found in myself a way to be happy.
 Aug 2019
A B Faniki
Your smile is like the scent
of a wildflower; you give
it generously and graciously to all;

like a flower you wear beauty
Marvelously; that is why designers
made you their abode;

the bees (journalist) and beetles (fans) of the
concrete jungle love your sweet nature,
which is like that of a flower;

that is why your name is
on their lips and they chase
you wherever you go.

You are the most gorgeous flower
with the most captivating blush
and beautiful stalk;

you make the world blissful by
allowing our eyes to drink your
beauty till we stagger drunk with it.

By Jove! Everything about you is
wild, charming, and down to earth,
like a wildflower in the spring.
This poem is for all the beautiful women out there,  whos smiles and beauty make the world an amazing place.
 Aug 2019
roumen
Long road
To heven..
It is ending somewhere..
Dark road
To hell ..
It is leading sometimes.
Light road
To the sky..
It is flying somehow..
Curly road
To the moon.
It is bringing  you someone.
In your day
In your life.
In your dream.
To hug.
To love .
To kiss.
The gift of love ..
It is hard road..
..to your happiness..
 Aug 2019
B D Caissie
Blank pages from my diary rustling near the window by my bed.

Soon to be weighed down by words I’ve not yet said.

My dreams unwanted memories my thoughts are bleeding red.

Imprisoned by my heartbreak red ink to paper bled.
 Aug 2019
guy scutellaro
I'm searching for intelligent life
not in outer space but here on earth.
I turn over a rock
and find congress, the president,
a couple used car salesman
and a worm.

the choice is obvious.
state,  federal government. how many laws do we need? an assembly woman wanted a law requiring seat belts for dogs. how about seat belts for school children for the school bus? apparently politicians have a lot of free time on their hands.
 Aug 2019
S-zaynab-kamoonpury
Marshes and meadows
Sunshine and shadows

Gentle ripples on the calm river
Foaming rapids in white water

The jungle echoes in the semi-darkness
while daylight creepy-crawlies clear the mess.

Peasants toiling and pheasants scratching
as I spy a cricket somersaulting

The cactus the desert's prickly femme-fatale
elsewhere a lone leaf floats in the canal

Prairie dogs go popping
while hares go hopping
and ladies go shopping

Swans have formed a V-line
The flora too is divine
as bees nosedive in bee-line.

Seista seizes birdlovers too
Thus they miss out on the hoopoe's song
For the hoopoe, it does not sing on cue
since a bird may sing anytime to woo.

What a medley eh of scenery
Murky eve and dawning greenery

Ah, wherever you go nature's so panoramic
While we make and take pictures
God actually makes what's so picturesque!
 Aug 2019
Naceur Ben Mesbah
On the waves of your eyes I start to play.
Weird feelings took my mind away
You are my harbour, I am your bay.
Can you guess what lovers might say?
Careless about what they say.
I grow stronger day after day.
See the sun and its ray
My love is all but not a play.
Our love is a daily pray.
Can you guess what lovers say?
Their sun love never fades away.
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