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 Jun 2015
Chris
~

O’ sunrise, yon orchid shimmer’d glow
I pray, heed my humble plea,
cast your light o’er sleeping fields
a’ flow of gold leaf mist
illumined ‘pon sweet breeze whispers,
so that my love shall awaken
amidst the splendor of
honeycomb essence driftings
gently caressing her face,
warming her rose petal skin,
lifting her parfait smile
so I too may bask in the impeccable
*beauty of this morning
Good morning beautiful

* Parfait in French means Flawless
 Jun 2015
Eiliv Advena
There is a girl, a girl so fair
With silver eyes and moonlit hair

Her skin like snow is pale and white
She dances in the moonlit night

She's singing under the midnight moon
It truly is a beautiful tune

She is a beauty, she is my queen
The most beautiful girl I've ever seen
 Jun 2015
Arcassin B
By Arcassin Burnham

When love showers over me,
I could feel and touch your rain and your thunder,
Pealing at my skin while pacing down a diamond crusted gold sidewalk,
Being stuck between beautiful pupils and a hard place ,
my mouth is silent but anxiety talks,
Conversations will be chocolate covered peices of heaven staring back into you,
Looking through my flesh and see my soul,
Being indepted to feasting my eyes on you,
Apart from the smile your mother gave you,
You are,
You talk,
Those eyes,
I just can't,
So beautiful..... I.....
.....I can not look away,
Unlikely the feelings you bring,
You make me forget everything,
Awhole other side of me,
Those eyes,
Bring out the best in me,
The good in me,
Not another distant memory,
Remember those beautiful eyes as clear as day,
Look forward to tonight and say,
That my sorrows have gone on very long vacation,
To be extinguished,
To perish by love and good vibrations,
Your eyes did that for me.
I was debating weather or not to write a second part to this because the first one was like last year and people still like that today,
So here you go ha-ha.
 Jun 2015
poetessa diabolica
You remind me of the earth,
   like deep burnt umber woodlands
mid downpours' fresh aroma
       & spring's foliage lushly reborn,
twinkling explosive pinpoints
       grazing beyond dark ether,
  sparkles dappling 'pon depths
        of eternal seascapes's nature,
amidst breath of relentless airy winds
    gusting above her majesty's hazes
       beyond purple mountain's apex
and streams of meadows' wildflowers in
  deftly painted horizons after moonbows,
vivid consciousness' uttermost reminisce
   of all things recollected in the long ago
        essence of your memories' presence
 Jun 2015
Alice Morris
Mesmerised by an ocean dream,

Eternal life, alone and free.

Rolling waves, sea pure and clear,

Maybe I've found shelter from the storm.

A cave that glistens, a loving aura.

I no longer need my alibi,

Driven to the dream I've always dreamed,

Swimming with the mermaids of the open seas.
 Jun 2015
Ignatius Hosiana
I wish I didn't have these arms you scratched
This broken heart you deeply touched?
Imagine the idea of making no **** oath
If I wasn't given such a sincere mouth
What if I had no arms to hold you tight
Or I were an imbecile whose mind thought nothing right
What if I was a strengthless ******* who couldn't fight
Imagine I had no eyes to see you the day we met
If I hadn't taken that road that sealed our fate
If I was soul-less, if that makes some sense
And lived free of guilt without conscience
To walk out on every lady like you did to me
Imagine it was sold ,the much I'd pay to be so mean
What if I wasn't human to trip and madly fall
Or I had no mobile to helplessly answer your call
Imagine I was deaf to apologies or created without ears
Could I have shed these oceans of tears all these years?
Imagine I had no nostrils to master your fragrance
Or palms to get adicted to the softness of your ambiance
If I had a stiff neck which could never turn
Imagine, me without looking back the far I would run
Imagine love was already made and we hadn't made it
Imagine I could decide who charmed me, not fate's merit
Imagine I erasing all the sweet moments and enjoying the sour
Wouldn't my pride still be as high as the Babel tower?
Just take your time, take away my eyes, feet, heart, soul and mind
And see what I'd be, a dark lonesome beast of its kind
So as you're walking away and sending me into a trance
Imagine walking back and this time having no other chance
Thanks to all who have complemented through liking, reading, sharing and inbox ...I'll try to appreciate all personally, but where I fail to shake the beautiful hands of kindness in return, I hope this little message will do. xxxx much love
 Jun 2015
beth fwoah dream
dancer of the clouds,
ink of dream,
as if the sky, hushed
and utterly forlorn,
turned a pirouette.
 Jun 2015
niamh
She sits on her own
Watching strangers walk on by
Pen poised to tell tales.

She makes them her friends
And imagines their stories
Looks into their souls.

The words get written
Turning real strangers into
Immortal poems.

She sits all alone
With her imagination
Never on her own
 Jun 2015
SøułSurvivør
\"""/,,,,,\"""/,,,,,\"""/

the world has made us pregnant
with words


WORDS
which we birthe

ONE
by

ONE

for we are female
as a
mare
as a
plain brown sparrow

~~~

nature has endowed
us with the ability

~~< to write >~~

of the blood which
comes every
month

of the pain a male
would never
understand

the agony of birthing
the

~~~<《 WORDS 》>~~~

that's why Diana is goddess
of moon and hunt
Demeter
the goddess of
fertility and harvest
and Venus is the

~~~<( MORNING STAR )>~~~

she wakes us up

and her beautiful son
Cupid
speaks the language
of

~~~<♡( £♡¥€)♡>~~~


SoulSurvivor
(C) 3/12/2001
I wrote this poem many years ago
This is for all of us ladies!

POETESS you RULE!!!

~~~<♡>~~~
 Jun 2015
AK Bright
Can he get angry
Without being convicted
Can she cry
Without being rejected


When she's hurting
Does he feel the pain
Is she fanning
The lover's flame


Is she suspicious
When he's late at work

Does he still embrace her
When she's at her worst

At the end of the day
Is he still the one
Whose fiery passion
Could melt the sun


When the day is dark
Is she still the one
Whose brilliant smile
Could pale the sun*

True love's the hope
We most all cling to
But to find it
We* must first be true

For we won't find it in strength
Inspiring awe
We find it in weakness
In the ugliest flaws
 Jun 2015
martin
When the glass runs out of sand
Gently guide me through the night
Sit by me and hold my hand
Be my comfort and my light

Gently guide me through the night
Let us chase the shadows down
Be my comfort and my light
Let me see you smile not frown

Let us chase the shadows down
Though I see your eyes do weep
Let me see you smile not frown
Until such time as we may sleep

Though I see your eyes do weep
Sit by me and hold my hand
Until such time as we may sleep
When the glass runs out of sand
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