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 Jan 8
Nemusa
a smoldering haze,
the shadows coil,
speaking secrets untold.
she moves like a whisper
through the maze,
her hair wild,
the storm made flesh.

he waits, caught in the
stillness of longing,
reaching for her but
clutching the void.
every step forward
collapses into d i s t a n c e,
every gaze is a wound
that never heals.

time folds in on itself,
love becomes
a mirror that cracks
endlessly,
an ache without e n d,
a truth too r a w to hold.
A year is going to die
but its memories will stay
in the times ahead.

The success, the failure, the try
will be there next day,
the worries to carry to bed.

But over all else
the love I got
will still warm my heart.

As certain as time sails
what can't be bought
will be life's special part.

Was I as generous in giving
for this special gift I received
was I as kind?

The question is haunting
though I tried indeed
my best wasn't good enough I find.

Forgive me where I failed
didn't shine in the light
you let me be in.

I promise to make amend
and keep it in sight
loving you more is all I mean.
 Jan 6
Nameisis
i dreamt of sunflowers in water
and endless hills; green, rolling
i dreamt of dolphins dancing in the waves

i dreamt of all-surrounding grasslands
and cloudless skies; clear, blue
i dreamt of goldfish leaping through the heavens
 Jan 6
Moo
The land is calling for me absurdly,
To be loved and exploited no more,
I must drench in this blood spilled earth,
Encharging me to reclaim it as my purpose,
The sky,a gazer,
And oft a weeper for the lands man,
The world has never felt so woven,
And melancholy slipped itself back in this sinners hand,
Alas,
My world has never felt so scattered ,
I felt so shallow and all felt so bland,
Though in these marshes I find,
An escape for a life time,
The path unfollowed follows my mind,
The path unfollowed mocks me blind,
And entrenches deeply in my wound,
Now in the path of the wild I must swoon,
To reclaim my sight,
To dream of nature is to dream of youth,
Although the flowers and their wilting ways have me doubt my days,
She is held so high,
And her wilting has me escape a sigh,
She awaits as if betrayed,
From the remedy that the nature has made.
I think I love nature truly
my days go quickly
my nights are quiet
in a morbid kind of way
the mind
the body
less will to move
have led my hopes astray
so many things
that are left to do
are buried in my dreams
things that once were goals to me
have faded in the seams
when the memories begin to drift away
when the body is in decline
take me to the ocean's edge
and leave me to my final line
bad day
 Jan 5
Carlo C Gomez
It opens in transition
Warm Texas rain in June
Dallas in a cocoon
--
Kingdom of the sad harvester
Crop of tears raised in the sun
Forming long shadows on the screen
--
Starlight in cathedral
This explosion within
Enter the soldiers
Enter the dragon
--
Framed insects
Relying on hidden stairwells
To cover their hasty escape
To seal their fate
--
Inside a fascist restaurant
The men hiccup and cigarette
The women just smile and pirouette
Dancing around the blast zone
Detonating minds and hearts
Just as the end credits roll
 Jan 5
Thomas W Case
Her lips are like
wet orchids, dressed in
the spring rain,
waiting to be
kissed and
caressed.
Here is a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ucOOifTukWQ
 Dec 2024
Mike Hauser
don't do as I do
but do as I say
my daddy
used to tell me
most every day
the older I get
the more that I see
the don't do as I do
daddy in me
when you've got kids
that watch like a hawk
they'll do as you do
like it or not
you do your best
to have them behave
but still
do as you do
and not as you say
 Dec 2024
Menna Abd-Eldaiem
Oh, my pretty lady
For loyalty, I am ready

With you let me walk
On a long way, long talk

Give me your hand
To have sky and land

Your name is precious
Your attitude isn't pretentious

One name holds heart
One lady is never apart

Meaning of love is you
My happiness is true

My feelings always grow
My eyes always glow

My darling, sweetie, and pretty
My life, air, and city

Your voice is a song
Loving you isn't wrong

You are the only truth
You are very couth

You are serene like nature
You are my promising future
By Menna Abd-Eldaiem
( Translator and Poetess )
 Dec 2024
Nick Moore
Wondering around the
City,
A thought comes to
Mind,
Could it be you
That my eyes
Find?

Did I read you're
Poem?
Feel the emotional pain,
Then like two
Stranger's
Walk past each other
In the poring
Rain
Song
Stranger's when we meet
David Bowie
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