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 May 2016
Babu kandula
It's not the distance

But, people you love the most

Keep you in distance

That hurts a lot ...

A rain abandons a place
A sun hiding in the clouds
A wind detours from us

They are pretty hard to take
 May 2016
Makenzie Scott
I saw our moon die last night
my love
you were away.

I cried alone
before digging a grave.

At dawn, I pretended
that you missed me
and called  your name.

I must have cried so loud
a little bird from unknown skies
tried to console me
perched on the window sill
next to our bed.

Your space still empty
the moon still dead
and the bird chirped
the saddest song
my ears have heard at dawn.
 Apr 2016
Thomas P Owens Sr
How I arrived there
I'm not quite sure
through a rabbit hole
or through a door
was it a fraction of a second
or a thousand tears
a world that lives
within my fears?
what I saw with my mind's eye
were shades of me
against the sky
I traveled still through
realms of blue
I touched a dream I had of you

in a life that awaits
our souls would remain
together as lovers
we danced in the rain
I felt a hope I had never known
I saw a light that had never shone
and all the doubt and fear within
had vanished in the very thin
breath
before my death
 Apr 2016
eunsung aka Silas
what we had is lost and gone,
I choose gratitude instead of bitterness.

the love we had could quickly turn into
resentment, fear and anger.

for our daughter's sake and for my own serenity,
I choose to practice love and tolerance.

I am choosing to be grateful for what we shared,
and present to the life created out of that love.

just for today, I embrace it all. the pain, joy, tears and laughter.

I mourn the loss of our marriage,
but love remains.
 Apr 2016
Babu kandula
Tears

They symbolize

Love
Happiness
Difficulty

Just one expression for all of them

Yet, a confused state of reaction

Because we cannot distinguish why they actually

Come for in a particular situation

You know what I mean right :)
Actually I had that confusion
Not sure about all others
 Apr 2016
Joel M Frye
In the midst of human chaos
we might seek out the beauty
of celestial love.
Can I get an Amen?
A-MEN!

In the midst of celestial love
we might glimpse the power
of the unconquerable human spirit.
Can I get an Awe-women?
AWE-WOMAN!

In the midst of human spirit
we perceive the tenderness
of the eternal human soul.
Can I get an Aww-men?
AWW-MEN!

In the midst of the human soul
we might find jealousy and hatred,
the sources of human conflicts.
Can I get an Ahh-men?
Ahh.  Men.

In the midst of human conflicts
we might find the love and soul
to disagree in harmony.

Can I get an A-men?
NaPoWriMo day 26 - a "call-and-response" poem.

Br'er Bear is in the pulpit.  Can I get a jalapeno?
 Apr 2016
Torin
It's not what you say
It's how it hits me
It's not how you say it
It's how it stays with me
All in all it comes down to
Its not what you say
It's what you do

All my life I'll remember you
Until I die I'll remember you

It's not what it means
It's what it means to me
It's not how you move
It's how you move through me
All in all it comes down to
It's not how you feel
It's how I feel you

All my life I'll keep on loving you
Until I die I know it's true
 Apr 2016
r
Night,
I love you
like a bride
loving her body,
the madman
the desert,
like the horse
loves its shadow,
the sad the lighthearted,
I love you like
a wanderer his ballad,
a poet his dark room,
like the moon.
 Apr 2016
ryn
Right now, my mind...
Is the proverbial popcorn machine.

Every little thing that bothers me is
likened to a kernel.
And to make popcorn, you need lots...
Bucketloads of kernels.

Dump them all in the machine.
Let them whirl.
They sit layered on top of each other
undisturbed,
on the hot bed until...
The spindly metal arms begin to rotate...
Whose sole purpose is to agitate.

Buttered with debilitating insecurities.
Sprinkled with irrational fears.
Heated with erratic temperament.

And here come the arms again.
Rotating,
churning,
inciting.

No one knows when the kernels
are going to cave and rupture.

Then...
"Pop!" would go one.
Then another...
And another...
Soon they would all start to explode.
When that happens,
I do too.

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Addendum
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I love popcorn.
And I don't like to share.
 Apr 2016
Poetic T
The god dam roads closed behind my
Forehead thoughts stop behind never
Releasing just stagnant locked behind
Two syllables "ROAD CLOSED,

I want to wonder in the ideas that
Linger behind a sign leaving me
Suspended in limbos greeting
"Hi I'm having a deliberation,

But did hinder to my words, no
It just added another plank upon
The suspended thoughts that were
Tapping upon my skull bored.

Dam these motions that are static,
Just splash over the restrictions
That keep you in my hesitant
Thoughts needing imminent release.

I think of a number 7 its a mental
Thought as I grab it and hack at my
Mind, till that closed sign hangs
In pieces and lingers on the floor.

Then a memory of what was lingering,
Flood against the white shore in my
Head, and what spills on my mind is
This singular piece of inked thought.

"When a thought is contained beyond a moment
Kick in the door and let it spill forth,
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