you may not know me
face to face,
but you and I have connected
heart to heart through words.

Our lives are woven together by
the tapestry of words,
and into a living breathing poetry.

you and I are no longer strangers,
but fellow poets and sojourners
on this journey of creation.

I was just a girl,
Full of dignity.
Slightly reserved,
With a sense of humor.

He was a guy,
With a mask.
Humor carried his smile,
With a sarcastic tone.

His vibes unreadable at a distance.

Every inch of movement,
Caught my blue eyes.
A sense of amusement from the boldness.

The way he carries himself,
Like someone with a purpose.
For crossing paths with me.

Me being slightly reserved,
Knew no bounds of his honesty.
Testing the waters.
Wanting the mask to be removed.

I never knew his life story,
Never knew he almost sacrificed himself.
Never knew he was abused by a past relationship.

I didn't care for that,
I wanted to know him.

This blond haired,
Brown-eyed guy.
Knew I was watching him.

I wanted to break the ice,
To plan a surprise attempt.
He beat me to it.

Ever since day one,
His vibes became readable.
When the ice was broken.

The memories of darkness,
Pain and stress covered his soul.
His eyes were deep with understanding,
His wits high like a fox.

I wanted to help,
To hold his hand.
To hold him when the memories attacked.

I was too scared to say Hello,
He said it for me.
His boldness giving me courage to respond in kind.

After our official meeting,
I became anxious to see him.
To see him laugh at lunch,
To see him focus in English class.

I wanted his mask to be removed,
For him to show his true self to me.
I gained his trust and respect,
He fell for me.

Now my past has been dark,
Mates of that past cruel..
He healed me of this wounds,
Just by being nice.

Now..
I've fallen for him too.
*It was like love at first sight.

.
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...

...
One day
When all events will be finished,
Then you will see
Over and over again
Is this why the door closed,
By that time the window next to
The road is full of trash

Little by little
I will be almost removed
From your mind
Then Red Sun will be appeared
In a new horizon,
The birds will sing the same as before
You will laugh
For some reason mystery

Flowers will be dancing
Before you
You will be singing with someone
Highborn
Moonlight will brighten
Your night
And your Sky will be filled with
Full of dreams

But then you will not feel the,
Moonlit wet night
As your first feeling flourished
Like a Red Rose,
Either an Evergreen Love Song
Or As a Romantic Poem,
Hold your hands in a way
That will be mystic wandering

Remember My Darling,
And then I will exist
Thousands of Millions of miles
Away from you,
As a Bright Star
Will be burned myself
And be Fallen as dust
On your Eyes-
...
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

I wish this life was simple,
Not to complex.
As a puzzle.

It's so **** frustrating,
Why do I have to piece it together?
Get yelled at,
Get lectured.

As I age,
I only feel...
Caged..
Like an animal.

Give us but a sentence
Or a few well chosen words
And we may spawn a notion
Either brilliant or absurd
A random act of madness
Or a moment of pure bliss
A story of sweet sadness
Or of moments such as this
When words, in their arrangement
Intertwine and slowly bleed
Breeding such derangement
With a hunger now to feed
Snatching each descriptive
In its greedy, glistening jaws
As it grows well past addictive
And sits sharpening its claws
Ingesting and infesting
Each idea and each phrase
Unrelenting…never resting
In this phosphorescent haze
Such verbalent harassment
In our corner of the void
Where sanity is absent
And all silence is destroyed
Boldly resonating
Every long unspoken word
Only further complicating
What we’ve said and what they’ve heard
For the visions greatly differ
From one victim to the next
For some will find its clarity
And some will fall perplexed
Some will find enlightenment
Some find truth’s demise
Some will find their hearts’ content
While some simply despise
So many worlds of pure creation
Emanating from our choice
Of preordained annunciations
Giving simple thoughts such voice

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-Julie Kirby

When the world is full of strife
And words are launched as missiles
To devastate the beauty of the soul
Everyone’s paradise will be barren
One day nature will be forlorn
No one will be there to appreciate beauty
Struggling within to deal with pain
Then the community of poets wakes up
Seeing with their sharp instinct and intellect
To alleviate the pain, with words of love
Acting as a balm over the wounds
Poets can see beyond the usual
And deliver the sublime messages
Not poetry for poetry’s sake
But poetry for the world to regale
Mirrors of words which shows beauty
Bringing back everyone closer wonder
Realizing heart’s can endure so much

Traveling alone,
Down the forest path.
Fur rippling in the wind.

Putting my muzzle to the wind,
I can smell his scent.
The boy I followed.
The boy I saved.

Intrigued by his cobalt eyes,
His power to use his rifle.
I never knew such attraction,
Would be true.

Trusting my instincts..
To find him.
I howl to the sky.
Rippling the forest floor.

I will find him,
He must know..
That I was that girl.

That girl who watched him,
That girl who laughed at his jokes.
Im wolf,
*But also human..