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Moment to moment I lover her to bloom
This is how she travels in me as my soul
This is how I overcome my life's gloom
This is how my body turns heart as whole

The day we started to be in love to cherish
From that moment on I am in her to glow
It is quite for sure if she leaves I will perish
Then we will not be able to present a show

Come to me my beloved the days are hard
Your presence will provide solace,satisfaction
Do not wait for moment  when I be time barred
Before that embrace to bring real perfection

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
 Dec 2016
Nishu Mathur
If I hadn't fallen in love
I would have not known
that stars could dance in the eyes
That the moon could whisk me away
That the sun could live in the heart
and warm it and fill it with light
That clouds could shower kisses
And rain could touch like a lover
That the scent of flowers
could linger through the night
That the winds could play love melodies
That sunrises could colour a blush
And sunsets stir romance
That dreams could glisten at dawn
like drops of dew

I would have not known the magic
that is love
If I hadn't fallen in love
With you
Dear everyone, thank you so so much for your beautiful responses. I am unable to thank everyone individually because of work and personal commitments...I apologise. But your responses mean the world to me. Thank you for liking my poem, for sharing it, for commenting on it. I am so happy that this poem was selected today...it brightened my day and brought a smile on my face. Thank you once again. Love to all you talented writers, poets and gracious readers **
 Dec 2016
Ovi-Odiete
I BECAME MY FEAR

~~
A POEM~~

The Night  
came too suddenly,
As men ignited fear and thrill.
The river became a haven, where loss and found entwined alike
The Storm   *bemoaned the wind as air concurred the aftermath
And the wailing of the dear broken souls flashed like Sun lost amidst the skies


The end  was never near
The morrow was too close
The night never stood still
And the thoughts were too piercing

The sadness  only lingered in tears
But the fear held all the lies

The fear indicted  the earth
The rain  sealed the tear
And the tear ripped the stare
The arrows began flying
The assumptions began fading
And only the whisper we could hear
within a hollow filter
beneath a broken chasm
underneath a sunken crevice
Through services of abysses
Locked within a thousand paves of fear
saddened by the river behind the years
mourning the lost wanton spheres
prying, yet crying at the unseen tragedy
that lurks dwindling in a foreseen world,
Where fear permits the doubters to wallow away in tears
And so sad, they never see the light


Ovi©
*All right reserved/Dec 2016
If fear loves company, fear has enough
 Dec 2016
Karina Norris-Veirs
When I am nothing but the rain
cold, harsh, unrelenting
Will you stay?

When I am nothing but the night
dark, lonely, scary
Will you run and hide?

When I am nothing but the fire
wild, scorching, unrelenting
Will you burn with me?
When I am, will you...
 Dec 2016
L B
The Holy Family?
In a box
with the angels upstairs

Shepherds?
In search of their sheep
lost in newspaper

Somehow I sit on a bag...
     of glass Christmas *****
“Must get my vacuum!”
That dead animal, coated by dust
and buried in laundry--
has tangled itself in its own cord
and tumbled headlong to the basement

Crooked photos of daughters
watch me...
smiling (Can it be?)
from a hundred miles and years away?
Waiting for me to make
that miracle again--
What moms do at Christmas

Phone rings
    “Jing-a-ling, are ya listening?”
     It's the bill collector's recorded
     “This is inexcusable!” message
      Charities are legion
      I say, “There is a line”

Later--
seen only by the peaceful stars...
the donkey of Bethlehem
stumbles in-- laden with groceries
dumping them on the bed/couch
...and back outside for the next load
...and back to the bed again
Why bother making it?
Not as if the cat cares
He likes his blankets niched and lumpy
Not as if some modern home magazine's
planning a photo-shoot!

The mailbox, meanwhile
is preggers  with glossy catalogues
...and bills...and
“Wouldn't your whole family enjoy a sunroom?”

Dropping the bags
searching for a light
turning up the heat--
     gas bill
     sewer bill
     “Tis the season for a new Toyota!”
I try to understand the point
of a Christmas card with printed signature
Can I stuff myself in with the recycling?

Then, back outside for the single-woman drama
     “Hauling in the Tree”
Storm door catches the hem of my coat
Pine needles, leaves, snow and mud
mark the end of the trail

On my belly twisting screws
       “Son-of-a-******* tree stand!”
Knocking my daughter's picture off the wall
       “Serves 'er right fer laughin!”
**** thing's crooked and dripping
with melted snow

It's 8:30 PM

The cat is hungry and crying
I hit the bottom-- and the button
for the background of a human voice
Three naked chickens are waiting on the counter

At some point, I will take off my coat...

Right now--
I drink a beer while standing

To get a better view....
I'm sure there are more than a few parents among us poets, trying to make the holidays merry and memorable for their families despite the ongoing demands of work, loneliness, loss and the season swirling around us.  It can be pretty hectic.  Some will struggle more than others.  This poem is for them.
 Dec 2016
Anna
Your poems were the one that made
Me write more and more
You are such a humble soul
You appreciate
In the most sweetest ways
Your words have always been sugar
They always made sense
But now I don't find you anymore
I miss you dear
You were the first to welcome me with Your sweetest comments on this site
I've always said..you are too good to be true
I miss your poetry dear
The lady with the rose..
:(
 Dec 2016
Eman
Let the word you speak
be one that echoes.
Less.
 Dec 2016
Lora Lee
and these waves
             of longing
                  are burning me
              into stumbled
           desert trances
  as I crawl, parched
upon
        earth that
             sears and spears
                 my limbs
                        my inner organs,
                             once wet              
                 with the fire
             of my blood
now only
ashen embers
         the very salt
               of the sum of
              my wounds
lacerated open -
   barely held by
        a secret tourniquet
            wrapped tight, ******* me  
      in reverse tempest
and I clamor within my being
move in jolts,
like a voodoo dance
             zombie girl
stuck in the hell
of no-woman's land
a landscape of spires  
piercing me hot
making the sharpened path
dangerous for strangers
As for me,
I can only succumb to
their scalding roast
if I want to somehow
get out alive,
my skin charred
from that branding of insults
my heart scarred
from countless lashes
that your serpent's tongue
has inflicted upon me
             This.
is not the pleasure
of being tethered
tender flesh teased
  until writhing
                   This.
          is not the grind
          of earthen fire
           and sky mixed
     with underwater lava,
swarming cloistered whispers
   into my brain temperatures
                This.
is not the conflagration of
love seeds developing
into a ripe field
of the succulence of lustfruit
            This.  
        Is just an
        attempt
   to wear down
the goddess in me
     And to that
          I say
          No.

I turn the other cheek
to your barbed wire lies.
In the frequencies of the
next universe over,
an echo bursts into flames
rapidly oxidizing,
licking into
           nourishment
the rebirth
   of my
own
    divinity
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gazrc-E8eNk

Inner death?
Not today.
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