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 Oct 2016
K-mari AJani Jones
In the sky roared like an eagle
the day give a gift of life
To others across the universe
When a gift is opened
The gift of life shine upon our heads.

Gift of life
Show confident in whichever I live
For what whispers would blow below
Clap,clap to the life of gift
My life is my gift.

Gift of life
To let the daylight run the east
Of which is by the love of god's gift
As I rise above mountains  
Whether my gift is made of gift of life.

                        By K-mari ©2016
 Oct 2016
Jack Jenkins
The gift of life
  The curse of life
   The bitterness
    The jealousy
     The heartbreak
The pain of love
  The thrill of love
   Pursuing the impossible
    A conquered heart
     What cuts us to our core...

The greatest gift of life is our loneliness, our pain.
The things that make us vulnerable to love from one another.
To have a shattered heart be held by a friend, as you confess to being violated.

Cut my heart in two with this hope.
Shiver my spine with this fear;
That I will suffer loneliness all my days,
That not a single day will I ever be alone.
Set me off on the river in my casket,
When I am gone with the flowers passing.
I'm waiting for the fall, for the gift of life...

I tell you again: the greatest gift of life is our loneliness, our pain. The things that make us vulnerable to love from one another.
A bit more abstract than I intended it to be... hope everyone likes it.
 Oct 2016
Prathipa Nair
Bringing me to this world with pain
Holding me close to your heart
Seeing me smile in your tears
Being a good comrade to share
Giving me this treasured life
With a wondrous bestow allied you
Mother, you are the gift of my life!
 Oct 2016
Jonesy
Scars on my heart tell a tale of a little girl;
Misunderstood, different, outcast,
But one day she’ll take over the world,
And the tear drops on her journal will no longer be vast.

Stars are bright tonight,
The night reminds her of what the future for her will look like,
Whilst the winds sing her a tune,
Of the things that are not impossible even if they are not in sight.

What she observe now is rare,
Watching the rivers reflect back what they see,
A beautiful rose stuck among the thorns;
She read that message loud and clear.
No more shedding tear drops on your journal.



                              Jonesy 2016 ©
 Oct 2016
Prathipa Nair
Each day is a gift with adversity
Stretching my two hands open
Receiving the gift of life chosen by God
Where God feels the capability in me
To carry the luggage with ease
Making me stronger in facing life!
 Oct 2016
Valsa George
What wealth for us humans to fare
The gift of power, the will to dare
Wit so sharp and insights rare
Hearts to share and souls to care

      The prime motif in God’s divine design
In us, the body and soul mysteriously intertwine
We are bestowed with intelligence to discern
And light and warmth like candles to burn

In kingly glory we stand ***** n’ tall
Over all animals that beneath us crawl
Blessed generously with copious gifts and skills
And discretion to ward off all sinister ills

Though here on Earth, uncrowned we be
We are the royal princes of the life to be
And legal heirs to celestial glee
After our perilous voyage across the sea

We are flung unasked into this world
And the gift of life to us is generously furled
Never let the vessel of life go adrift
      Steer clear of the shoals n'storms and guard this gift!
Man is a bundle of contradictions and possibilities… His ingenuity has no limits! In fact life is a wondrous Gift from God! Unfortunately many try to quit it in the face of adversities! If we wait patiently and brave the storms, we will see the turbulence calming down! This is the message I want to give through this poem! ‘Life a gift’…. Love the topic and thanks to Jordan rains for choosing such a beautiful topic!
 Sep 2016
Mazzy Ram
Those
Sunny days
Nights with pleasant dreams
Gloomy days
Lonesome nights
Beaming light
Heartfelt rainy nights
Heavy disheartening mornings
Haunting nightfall
Patchy light
Unsteady darkness
Hide tide
Low tide
The feelings stewed towards
Others
What bittersweet seasons
 Sep 2016
Jonesy
It was a gloomy night,
I remember it now like it was yesterday,
No stars shone for they were out of sight,
Quiet on her perch she swayed.

She always sang to me the sweetest tunes,
As a reward for reading her one of her favorite stories,
Who knew this would have been the last time that I would have seen her underneath the moon,
Where she has gone will always be an unsolved mystery.

I soon learn how to move on,
Both for her and for me,
Even though in my sorrows , pains and griefs,
I know that my little nightingale is free.


                                       Jonesy 2016 ©
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