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 Mar 2020
Aditya Roy
Sometimes
The panic
Is more dangerous
Than the pandemic
 Mar 2020
Francie Lynch
"Sorry for your luck," wheezed Gaia,
"But I'm long overdue for a breather."
The birds over the world are breathing easier.
 Feb 2020
Poetic T
When the jigsaw
had only two pieces
     to make a picture

and there were three?

You'll try put it in any hole it fits in..
 Jan 2020
Poetic T
I was never her air-balloon
     she was always deflating my
words that never took off.

I was grounded never reaching
      higher than she wanted me to rise.

My rope that I tried to release,
       was tied down with her negative
        weight that was pulling me down.

I was grounded never reaching
        higher than she wanted me to rise.

I was the  Hindenburg,
             she was the static that ignited me..
burning my dreams to ashes on scorched earth...

I was grounded never reaching
        higher than she wanted me to rise.

I thought she was an angel, but she was
        the devil bringing me lower than I'd
sank before. Could I sink lower than her.

I was grounded never reaching
        higher than she wanted me to rise.

But she thought she rose higher till I deflated
              her with home truths.
   Now I'm free floating higher now the weight
of my past is released.
                  I was never afraid to reach new heights
and now I'll float further now I'm free...
 Jan 2020
Poetic T
Our words may age,

                  but the pie of meaningful thought



                                      is always fresh..
 Dec 2019
L B
I don't understand
so much
but the grief-- that's real  
Unexpected
Grief often comes that way

I lost the you I knew

Misunderstood-- the ways of you
Uncontrollable-- the heart of me

What do I do?
With all the love?
Leftover?
I don't even know what to call you-- in the quiet of my heart when we're alone....
 Nov 2019
S-zaynab-kamoonpury
Her hair glittered and shone
like glinting strands of gold
or her hair jet black
in a deep sheen of ebony
Ah, witness the Creator's creativity
in beauty's rich variety

Her eyes a shade
of sparkling jade

Or her hazel brown eyes
in all the hues of sunrise.

Her cheeks had a blush
of the red of rubies
Her arms shimmered
as does diamond dust
Her skin was radiant
like mother'o'pearl
Her neck and figure
so sinuous and slender
as the diamond back snake's

The coy quiver of her lips
like blossoming tulips

Her nails one could fancy
were pink sapphire
Ah, she could be a man's desire
set his beating heart on fire

But miss terrific might be waiting for heart throbs to marry
and not just any Tom **** , Bobs or Harry

So even if you may be a lady killer
meet your match
for she may be a femmefatale!

But whether we lasses are blessed
with glamorous obsidian jet black eyes
or eyes in shades of bronze sunset skies
Or our complexion is fair or dark, or our tresses blonde or black
The credit goes to their Creator, the Fashioner, the Wise.
As each is winsome in someone's  doting adoring eyes
 Oct 2019
nivek
Sweep of Galaxy
stars innumerable

watch over and weave
our dreaming.

Daystar our star
wakes her children

to daydream our dreams
until nightfall.
 Oct 2019
Edmund black
I often wonder why people say love is color blind? See, I don’t think love is color blind at all. Love does not require sameness to love. No, love sees every color and every shade, uniqueness and relishes in everyone. Love seeks to understand and give freedom of expression to every brilliant color. It doesn’t demand general labels such as black, white, yellow etc. Love has perfect vision that sees , embraces and celebrates every color
In everyone and everything
See , I see color and kindly let me enlighten you

It’s Beautiful


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❤️
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