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 Jan 2016
Ja
Walk with me, while I age
Help me write, each tortured page

Instill in me, compassion and courage
To my ego, and oppression discourage

Assist me to, life’s challenges manage
Forgive my failures, do not disparage

In grief, with comfort, do me assuage
In death, my virtues, with homage gauge
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 Jan 2016
Dhaye Margaux
I hear those sounds again...
Those children playing under the rain
With you, calling my name,
The angel's song,
The bestfriend's whisper,
The lover's kiss,
The husband's promise,

I hear them all again
From the box of gifts I am keeping

Different voices
From one heart...
Listening to "Walking in the Rain With The One I Love" and other recordings
 Jan 2016
rootsbudsflowers
Don't forget my loving,
My longing or my coveting.
Don't forget my loving
Of you.
 Jan 2016
Crucifix
Poetry speaks from the soul.
and the soul speaks of who we are.
I know what the words say about you.
Bur what do the words I say about me?
 Jan 2016
Joyce
Ice cold morning air.
Dark sky everyone still sleeping.
Time to get up.
Kiss you good morning
before I'm leaving.
Start a fresh new day.
I wish you all a beautiful day.
With a smile upon my face
see slightly the light of the moon.
So silent outside.
We will catch up soon.
 Jan 2016
Victoria Jennings
I have a new bed
And I love it
But it doesn't feel right
Without you holding me in it.
 Jan 2016
Jo Baez
All the love in the world couldn't compare to the love I had for you
If the oceans dried up, rivers evaporated, streams and all bodies of water dissipated
My love for you would fill the worlds water supply and overflow it.
I'm like vine roots growing on your masonry surface.
Hidden in the cracks of your structure walls.
It became abundantly clear that love didn't chemically reconstruct in your brain.
I guess, I'm obsess with being depress over you or obsess in love with you.
But I know history has shown we've always been on completely different terms. All you want is my presence because time has convince you that you miss it. But that's all you want.
I on the other hand don't miss you. I want you in your complete form.
I'm obsess with your pearly white straight teeth . You never needed braces.
I'm obsess with your round shape eyes . They stood out like your round shape cheeks.
I'm obsess with your artificial dimples.
But your face has always looked so perfectly flawless naked.
Your outer beauty will never compare to your inner ugly.
Yet somewhere deep inside your ugliness
I found happiness.
Or so I believed.
 Jan 2016
kenny Diamond
I hate the fact  that i feel like i am second class in your life. it been while since  I heard  the word love. So many hang ups and lack of respect just rips threw my heart. You are so blind by your image and wants you forget to look outside the box. This bed full but no not full of people but lies and problems you run from. I wish you could understand me see me for who  I was deep inside... I am broken inside and can't keep bang my head on this brick wall.
This from heart it more  of vent poem   from the heart
 Jan 2016
Michael L
In spring ...
Bright, strong and straight
Filled with moisture
Prominent veins on your skin
Strong winds blow, you flutter
Producing a dance show
At night you are quiet
No eyes to see

In summer ...
Color slightly faded
Wilted from the heat
Crying out for rain
Trying to hold on
Nights are warm
Stars pierce the night
Illuminate your shape

In autumn ...
Color transformed
To red and orange
Parched skin a translucent fabric
Death is near
Edges curling

In winter ...*
You are invisible
 Jan 2016
JL
Fear non to the wild to the gun/
All odds stacked against
Runner for the wind sound
Mountain sea the weeds of my feet
My heart is made winter
Mind sun
Until my eyes/blue of sky
Sound Alert And scent
Reed Unbent  
Will Unbent
Scars of stone
I atone
butterfly/ bus
*try to catch me
 Jan 2016
jepuckett
She searched for shark teeth
As I picked up sea glass.
That was the fundamental difference between us:
She wanted something dark and deadly
While I longed for light and beauty.
My water was already
filled to the brim
with shadows.

j.e.puckett
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