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 Jun 2017
Aditi
Don't tell a rose how to grow,
And The birds how to chirp.
Don't tell your daughter to be soft,
Don't tell your son how to hurt.

Don't tell the sky what color to bleed,
And a person, the right way to grieve.
Don't try to tame your daughter's tongue,
Don't tell your son the manly ways to love.

Don't tell the wind which way to blow
Or the clouds how hard to rain.  
Don't teach your daughter how to soak,
Don't show your son how to easily reject.

Don't tell the sun to adjust its light
Or the truth how to show itself.
Don't tell your daughter it's feminine to shy,
Don't teach your son how to reign with fists held high.


Don't tell a heart how to beat
Or the mind how not to soar.
Don't clip off your daughter's  wings,
To make them a foundation for your son to grow.

Don't tell a rose how to grow,
Lest it decides to turn its petal into thorns.
Don't tell the birds how to chirp
And have their voices turn into rebellious growls.
Finally, one of my many poems was chosen as a daily.
Just been a 5 years.

I still can't believe it.

Also, thank you for all your reviews and love. I still don't think I'm a poet, I just usually ramble. But I'm so glad you guys gave this poem such love.
Means a lot.

Again, thank you very very much.
 May 2017
Benji James
Tonight I want to be a star in the sky
Because at least I'll be embraced
At least then you might notice me

And you pass by me in the hallway
Day after day,
and every time you look into my eyes
You can tell I'm lost inside
And I'm so jaded.
But you can see I'm fading
Baby, baby there's nothing so sweet.
Left inside of me
When your not
Even paying attention to me
And I can't figure out what you want
And I can't figure out what we've got
So, baby, baby watch me fall
Fall so far that I can't breathe
And you didn't see
All of this pain in me
It's taken its toll, and it's toll on me

I want to be a star tonight
Give me the wings
To set my heart in flight
Embrace me in your arms
And I'll share my raise of light
So, baby, baby make a wish on me
Before I shoot across the sky
I'm your shooting star
And I'm falling for you
I've fallen for you

Set me alight
With you passion in the night
Make me shine a little brighter
Make the sky a little lighter
Set my heart on fire
Every time I look in your eyes
They look like diamond skies
Yeah your love is like a choir
When the vocals getting higher
You make me shiver
Butterflies appear in my stomach
I can't take another breath
I can't say another word
Without saying your name
You always make me feel this great

I want to be a star tonight
Give me the wings
To set my heart in flight
Embrace me in your arms
And I'll share my raise of light
So, baby, baby make a wish on me
Before I shoot across the sky
I'm your shooting star
And I'm falling for you
I've fallen for you

©2017 Written By Benji James
 May 2017
Ronell Warren Alman
Yes, you can do it
Step up and give yourself a chance
It is all up to you
Just face the big dance
Put your heart into everything
Be the one to inspire
Never give up on hope
Continue to reach even higher
 May 2017
mike
I see the trees trying to grow large enough to leave this place.
They were:
Hand-Holding-Plants
makinglovetopeace

We are:
as if  statues  building  one another
large enough
to destroy themselves

We are the wicked,
making love
to our sickness.
and when wicked
is the eye of the beholder
we build a great and terrible machine around us which we call Us.

It is the shaking scared skeleton of a forest rotting away from a place which beauty built in it's sleep.

the motion picture of the horror sequence of our mind.

The world bleeds out the fire of man

Born inside a seraphim skin
we abuse and build death
around our bodies
in connected piles on the ground.

waiting calmly.
coming in for the ****.

an anthill
vacated and caved in
until everything is finally
quiet and still.

you can not grow skin
on a mausoleum
and wait for it to breathe.

while you sit
and you wait
your own skin
will leave.

when nothing is left to die,
in that time;
no one is left to grieve.
 May 2017
thebutterfly-writes
i dreamed a pair of arctic eyes that are
so burdened i mistook them as mine
violet frost fingertips caught in time
shackle the withdrawn soul for his ****** crimes
i didn't know who it was
the corner of my eyes darkened in a way i don't recognize
but *******, when my heart would've leapt
i decided to tie it instead
like a beast that is fed
with leftovers and lifetime debts
i discouraged the feeling of staying alive
not long after their blows left me on the brink of defiance or
just waiting
to die

i tamed my heart, pray it won't be naive
because for some reason, that man in my dream
was too late before he realized
when they beat you and you scream in pain
you mustn't be the one to apologize

but for this i want to say sorry -
i'm sorry for befriending my demons enough to know my way
around this hell
and survive
 May 2017
Valsa George
Wondering what I should write
and floundering in my own confusion
I thought – why not write about poems
that set me thinking what poems are
A poem could be anything.......!
at best, distilled thoughts put into rhyme
or a moment caught in time
a window glimpse into the world
an engrossing passion’s ardent curl
a snap shot of scenes from Nature- wild
or a slice of life, birth or death
      
sometimes it could be a yearning  
or an image long hung on a pole
a thought turned inside out
or the emptying of a mind about to spill
it could be the liberation of a fancy,
for long held in thralldom
a gnawing pain, long suppressed
or a secret, never divulged
      
As I pondered over the subjects’ enormity
and a poem’s vast scope,
I asked myself- ‘Why hesitate?’
soon I felt a stir inside,
my thoughts broke loose
a terrible block lifted off my head
my silence became audible
I embroidered these thoughts
into the pattern of a poem

Here it is before you, have a look at it
Will it annoy you or will you enjoy!
Recently I have been running short of subjects to write a poem. The writer's block weighs me down. Reading the beautiful poems of my friends here, I long to write something. Finally I thought I should write a poem on a Poem

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