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 Apr 2016
Maggie Emmett
In the seventies
we brought back silks and saris
hot with colours
that shocked the nights
Punjabi embroidery
on cheesecloth kaftans
mirror glittered skirts
that were spun with light
Kashmiri shawls
and Afghani dancing dresses
arms full of bracelets
silver and brass
enameled and etched
and singing with ***
rings of Ivory, sapphire and jet
necklaces of jade and threaded apple seeds
rain forest timber bowls
white marble boxes from Agra
with precious inlay stones
our little Taj Mahals
we wandered the globe
like a magical village
of lovers and
and came back
with backpacks of dreaming
and hope.


© M.L.Emmett
 Apr 2016
Shreekant Dhuri
The days are long.
The roads are steep.
Have mountains to climb.
No time for sleep.

The weather is harsh.
The world is cruel.
Today, Tomorrow,
Everyday's a duel.

Be wary traveler
Misguide lurks on every turn.
Follow your heart,
The compass to one's yearn.

Now grab your shoes.
We have dreams to chase.
Adventure has a headstart
And there's no time to waste!
Life's an adventure worth having.
 Apr 2016
Bre Woeller
There’s a smile on my face today
And it’s all because of you
You’ve shown me love these past years
You’ve helped me make it through

I’ve had some rough days here
And been depressed very much
But when I come over and see you
My depression disappears with your touch

You provide me with hugs
And sometimes kisses too
You take my mind away from reality
And all the stressful things I have to do

You always can make me smile
Even in the roughest days
I’ve never been sad around you
You just seem to have your ways

You’re an angle sent from heaven
Up there from far above
Counting me as part of your family
And showing me all your love

I’m thankful for our time together
And our wonderful friendship too
If ever you need anything in life
I hope you know what to do

Just simply pick up your phone
And dial my number fast
When it rings I’ll pick up
And I’ll be there in a blast

I’ll show up for fun
Or support if needed too
Your family has brought the best to my life
Seriously it’s the least I could do.

I love you all so much
With all of my heart
And just wish life
Would not pull us apart
For That Special Someone
 Apr 2016
Tom Blake
Flowers make me...blossom!
Flowers emit the scent of optimism
Flowers and bees have the sweetest
Relationship.
Flowers, like children, should be left
To grow naturally
With the utmost tender Love and care.
Flowers are a visual feast!
Flowers Uplift , Inspire, Delight
A
Flower
Is a peek
Into Heaven.
Flowers
Are God's floral symphony.
Inspired by Tiffany's poem -  ' Please, Don't Pick That Flower ' which is beautiful! Please go and check it out fellow poets!
 Apr 2016
Bianca Reyes
An ocean of thoughts
My lonely ship sail
Collide with the iceberg
It is so you
So sharp and so cold
Wrap my metal around
The heaviness of us both
Rusted and old
Meets new and bold
Contrast is tragic and beautiful
We were brought here by waves
To crash to sink and to fail
Let us submerge together
Here the pines blush
in the cloud's embrace
the sky comes low
falls for earth's face

the winds kiss
long lines of wood
fog weaves dense
peace of solitude

Here the curves
meanders blind
on magical turns
stumbles mind

all inner demons
the high lands slay
on angel's wings
you fall love's prey.
I love you, Bhutan.
 Apr 2016
Jose Gonzalez
Let me dream, fallen at the Angels feet. Let me rest, night filled by her image. Let me drift, within currents of her soul. Let me wander, searching in hopes of finding. Let me wake, new in day of being closer, finding the one!

Copyright © Jose Gonzalez 2016
 Apr 2016
ryn
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A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It's the tears that trickle with radiance through words.
     It's a treasure trove that hides but longs to
     be found.
          It's a book shelved high that wants to
          be read.
               It's the freest of all birds caged but
               unbound...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It doesn't beat to the capable strokes of the artist.
     It doesn't pump in the most vibrant of
     colours.
          It doesn't wield a paintbrush to
          translate its thoughts.
               But it can see through the eyes of
               painters...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It doesn't conform to the conventional parameters of lyrics.
     It doesn't bind itself to the requirements
     of musical harmony.
          It doesn't follow the conventions of
          genres.
               But it sings its voice loud without
               restrictions of melody...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It's an open secret, that whispers in metaphoric codes.
     It's an exploding universe, that merges
     back into galaxies.
          It's a sought after painting, that boasts
          of unfathomable beauty.
               It's an everlasting song, that echoes
               within the poet that embodies...
.
Dedicated to all of you...

If you're reading this...
This is for you...
.
 Apr 2016
Bre Woeller
Society scoffs when a man
holds hands with a man. Shakes
their head at a                  woman kissing
another woman.                        For-fidelity to them
is between the                              opposite. When
it's between                                      love and love
Rainbows are                                        for the outcasts
of society. Yet                                                  for innocent
children Where                                                same genders
holds hands with                                                    out a problem
These colors                                                          represent a place
where a ***                                                                  of gold exists
 Apr 2016
Lora Lee
You are in my heart -
You reside
between the beats
sometimes I must
catch you
so I may simply breathe
I get palpitations
with adrenaline rushing
When you play
My heartstrings
My cheeks start blushing
The music you play
Inside my soul
Reverberates
And moves me
Down to my toes
I dance, I swoon
My feet turn to jelly
Hot burning waves
Sear deep in my belly
Oh this is crazy
But that's just fine
Play me and strum me
Until I make you mine
I will be your instrument
You will be my notes
Just beat the drum
until my heart floats
under the moon's glow
we sing out our joy
and the music flows
without inhibition
inside my being
And I am filled with wonder
At the power of my feelings
So keep beating on, heart
(Because I know you
Are there)
Let our tongues whisper music
Into the night air
 Apr 2016
Heather Anderson
Call it the love child of art and philosophy
Or a connection of souls that goes beyond sociology
However deliberate and empirical
Or attentive and lyrical
The carefully chosen words paint a masterpiece in your mind
About the emotions derived
from experiences behind.
Let the words fill every crevice of your memory through time
While they may be different from theirs and mine.
Poetry is a music that resonates in our being
Sitting
in our hearts, is freeing
but especially, actively paints that uniquely perfect picture as it should
As I have tried, my hand never could.
a poem I wrote for class. I would have added more, but this is what came out in the time given. A definition of what poetry could be
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