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 Sep 2017
Autumn Rose
That night in the green velvet park,
we breathed sweet summer breeze
and shared kisses in the dark
while we heard the music in the trees.
Alas the romantic hour was a little too late
and your blue eyes were about to close
and give an end to our date
As I felt how the wind blows,
I thought of your dearest dreams
in the spring,
so I lingered on and began to sing :*

,, Let me sing you a lullaby
and take you to the stars at night
where you can kiss the moon
and make your lips silvery bright ,,


  ✴☽✴☾✴
 Sep 2017
beth fwoah dream
the road to the sun
weeps to fall in the shadows,
sweet breath of the sky.
now dedicated to my father, roger, who passed away at 2pm this afternoon following a short illness. rip, dad i will always be proud to say i'm your daughter.
 Sep 2017
Poetic T
We focus on out of reach
                       moments.

           Losing sight of what
                            is in front of us.

See what we have lost..
 Sep 2017
authentic
On days like today, I am the sky. You are sitting on an old stool in the kitchen. Clad in blue pajamas, burnt caramel hair hanging over your eyes. You are reading a book, it is old and yellow. I find myself building a treehouse for us in my mind. You are a poet’s death of choice. Your fingers slide gently down the side of the page as you turn it, glancing over at me. You let out a sigh and give me a small smile. This is my garden song. This is my first right. My Sunday morning. I think I loved you before I knew how. Some people, they are artists and some people are art and my god, darling, you are both. I want to read the poems you write when you think God isn’t watching. Let’s make love and fall asleep in each other’s arms and wake up just to make love again. Take me to your favorite museum. Show me how gentle you can be. When you are at a loss of words, kiss me and I will spill a new language into your mouth. I will kiss you in places you never knew existed. I touch the parts of you that have been kept behind a curtain. This is my garden song and today, I am the sky. Tomorrow, we will bloom under the September rain and and slowly dig each other’s graves.
 Sep 2017
Nathan
You're a dream
That crawled into my bed
And never came true

You're a laugh
          About to burst into tears

What you are
          Is vague
                And beautiful
 Sep 2017
Valeria Ariza
There are flowers blooming in a long forgotten garden with dead soil and skeletons 6 ft under.
There is a thunder in a still air where time has long been frozen.
There is a dark red flow in a dry riverbed, thumping, thumping, keeping my heart thumping.
There is a breath of fresh air in a toxic toxic atmosphere and it smells of you.
There is finally laughter in a dead silent room, it is raining down my cheeks and I am the one laughing.
 Sep 2017
Ronald J Chapman
Moonlight in front of my eyes,
An empty bed waits for me to blow out the candles,

My nights are always the same,
My heart aches, missing you,
My love can not be shared,

My wife, living alone without you,
Sleeping in a lonely bed,

Dreams of sleeping under warm blankets,
Moonbeams caressing your lips,
Moonbeams guiding us through our dreams,

Missing you while laying in this cold bed alone,
Missing watching you breathe; laying next to me,
Missing seeing you at sunrise,

I miss you; I miss you, my love.

Copyright © 2017 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
[MV] Yurisangja - To My Bride [Eng Sub]
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 Aug 2017
Ella
Cold
Cold
Cold

All I feel walking through a frozen life filled with grey faces.

Until I catch her eyes,
And oh her sweet eyes heat up my soul so fast I get dizzy and loose my breathe.

Just one glimpse and my whole life turns on, like flipping a light switch.

One glance and my life was flooded with color and warmth.

Warm
Warm
Warm
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