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 May 2017
Eudora
It is absolutely breath-taking..

how each of his exquisite poems sing..
a distinctive melody,
*how his mind works like magic...

sculpting the most incredible forms no one could.
Brilliance just shines through his woven pieces...
no words could really define how awe-inspiring his work is.
His meticulous sublime words...
uniquely create ingenious and flawless stanzas,

making each and every one of his craft...
out of this universe.


That is truly..
*
how gifted he is.
 May 2017
Jawad
She'd say: You poet, you liar
You truly will end up in hell
You shall be burning in fire
Cause  poems are lies that you just tell
Using nice words and metaphors
Aiming to put me under spell

I'd say: Well, some of it came true
I am burning, but with your love
Softly tortured with your bright lights
The poems for you are merely sighs
Longing for you at sleepless nights

Thinking about you all the time
Telling the truth, nothing to sell...
You did put me under your spell!
With hazy eyes that hypnotised
Gently my mind, until I fell
                                               For you...
If poets' exaggerations are lies, the they are beautiful ones...
 May 2017
wordvango
becoming a poet since I read more
than I write
becoming a human
since I feel more
of others
becoming a man I stand tall in peace
becoming another
I hope for
 Apr 2017
Star BG
My poets road is adorned with trees.
blowing in a gently kissing breeze.
Words infused in scents from flowers permeate.
Energies warm from sun fill breath.
A paradise to walk in and share.
A place I live in on a writers journey
that is a celebration.

StarBG © 2017
Inspired by Nivek a grand writer
 Apr 2017
Star BG
A poet is like excavator,
digging through cave like walls of self
even when dark visions come.

A poet is like ballerina,
using words with poetic power
to spin thoughts inside readers mind.

A poet is like hiker,
walking up mountain with stored words
to be sorted out inside quiet.

A poet is like farmer,
planting a crop of words to help grow
a new perspectives for reader.

A poet is like a painter,
creating a masterpiece to excite
conveying visions with their gifts.

A poet is a human,
opening their precious heart
as they share a personal reflection.

A poet is like a pregnant female
laboring to birth a creative work
for the world to see and feel.

A poet is me,
who writes, to tame a raging sea of words within.
Who writes with her passion and heart.

StarBG © 2017
poet, passion, heart, writer
 Apr 2017
Star BG
Words of a poet
get all dolled up in fancy typeface
for show on paper stage.

Curtain is drawn with a raised pen-like baton
as words are readied inside a writers mind
that becomes like backstage.

All letters are word performers
who at a moments notice
step forward from chasms of a writers mind.

With breath, director who is an inspired sonneteer.
sounds the cue for the poem recital to begin.

Letters combine in creative form
making visions come alive
as readers present watch.

Forms show themselves italicized
to give strong tone to spoken word.
while others in bold costumes come in view making a point.

Phases dance faster on page
with descriptive jargon in front of a vellum backdrop
due to the writer/directors expanding passion.

Soon all actors have left their mark on illuminated stage
as poetic saga is done the curtain closes.

Closes for the readers eye lids to applaud
as the poet bows in peace.

StarBG © 2017
inspired by collection called Word Performers by Mu
 Apr 2017
Jawad
Flowers stole music
From hearts in this spring, therefore
Bees are now poets

Life needs love to live
Love grows poetry in hearts
Hearts are now so pale

Green looks like blue now
Blue turned into brown and grey
Black is the new red

Nectar lost its taste
Gras does not smell anymore
Spring with no love hurts…

Oh, dandelion
Take me with you to summer
I am sad, this spring…

Please, dear butterflies
If you like in fall the leaves
Let’s together leave

I confess, beetles
Already missing winter
Let’s hide forever...
My first Haiku about the sad season of spring without love.
 Apr 2017
Jawad
World poetry day
National poetry month
International poetry life
Universal poetry being…

Life is a poem
Struggling…
Told by a soul
Badly hurting…

Love is a life
Exciting…
Full of events
Always ending…

Days are like rhymes
Varying…
Yet at the end,
Repeating…

Hearts are like birds
Nesting…
Flapping their wings
Always singing…

Dreams are like friends
Visiting…
Always at night…
Leaving…

Love fades..
Life ends…
Friends lie…
Rhymes bend..
Pains stop…
Dreams die…
Souls cry…
Hearts sigh..
Birds fly…

And at the end,
Only poetry remains
*Eternal…
I might claim that only poets are alive...
 Apr 2017
Jawad
I do it;
She is it!
Yes, she is that special...
 Apr 2017
Jawad
Teacher, life;
                  Students, everybody;
              Lessons, tragedy;
Homework, poetry;
To JB.

We poets are just doing our homework in life...
 Apr 2017
Jawad
In our world,

Things have souls that flap;
           Stars always fall in love;  
                 Dreams feel the heartbeat of beyond;
           Colours swim in swarms;
Thoughts are surrounded by auras;
Love is always here;
Souls have mixed colours;
Hearts float around;
Feelings have their own logic;
Each dreams is surrounded by an aura;
Wings go beyond dreams;
Colours tend to share their feelings;
Flowers are ballet dancers.               
Things have hearts that play music;
The wings of souls sometimes make a sound;
                      Feathers often dream of beyond;
The heart beat of an aura is slow;
Souls smile through eyes;
Feathers shed tears, sometimes;                    
Hearts love to flirt with stars;
Things have dreams about feelings;
Auras always smile;                
Thoughts have multiple souls;
Wings have auras, too;
Stars kiss each other when the moon is not looking;
Colours have short dreams;
Love goes beyond;
Thoughts are in love with stars;
An average aura dreams every day;
Things smile to each other on occasion;
Hearts think in beats;
Feathers cry sometimes;
Hearts enjoy dancing with auras;
Bees write prose;
Beyond is always here;
Dreams come in many colours;
Tears are stars in disguise;
Here is always somewhere else;
A star’s heart beat is faster than light;
Smiles are portals to beyond;
Colours smile when they remember;
A dream’s wing is transparent;
Butterflies are secretly jealous of flowers;
The aura of a smile tells a story;
Feathers love colourful auras;  
                        All smiles dream about love;


~~~
This is our world.
We are different.
We are beautiful.
We are *poets.
Poets are aware about their world in a different way.
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