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 Jun 2015
Poetic T
Infinity* had been there so long,
So many pasts where remembered for
Where one reality would
Pass,
Fade,
Forgotten
But for echoes that breathed unto the
New beginnings like a stain. Etching its
Way through this moment of clarity
But would taint upon a creation seeding
Into its fabric, a lost feeling, that moment it past into
Darkness,
Alone,
Featureless
Cold where noting but inanimate stones fell.
It was a path on which its existence was like
DNA, broken and scattered.
Now Infinity never let a tear fall, but this time
It was like a stone falling into time and cleansed
This lonely moment.
Now a time of yearning taken into the
Winds that spread a new kind of feeling.
Of hope not desperation, that followed
Each passing as life like a candle faded and
Then was like everything, nothing.
But a single tear fell from eternities gaze,
Now there is hope as we look up to the stars
Yearning to look into infinity pausing for a look upon its gaze.
 Jun 2015
niamh
Love lifts you higher
Lets you soar on the wings of eagles
So high
You can reach out and kiss the sun
and pocket the moon
Me, I've always had a fear of flying
But I love the adrenaline
 Jun 2015
Mayra Castillo
Change means a new beginning
A  chance for renewal
A chance to start fresh
We shall let go of the darkness of winter to welcome the arrival of Spring
We shall throw out the old and bring forth the new.
A new beginning
A new life
Change is like a newborn, anxiously awaiting a breath of fresh air
The old rotten leaves of winter's trees have fallen, replenished by Spring flowers
We have awakened to a new life
A new beginning
A metamorphosis  has occurred
A chance to change the old to the new!

By

Mayra Castillo
 Jun 2015
Ruzica Matic
I'm going to smile
myself silly
I'm going to jump around
and shake my hands in the air
I'm going to slide
across the floor
in my fuzzy socks
and I'm going to
read Shakespeare
really loudly
and I might just
let my fingertips
make a smiley face
on a foggy window
of a bus leaving
to a new place
and I'm not going to wish
you were here
 Jun 2015
Just Me
You read my poems. You think you know.
I spill my words on to paper my whole heart and my anger.

You Read my poems and think you know.
I'm broken, emotional and my own failure.

You read my poems and my fears are clear.
You read my poems my hearts with them.

You read my poems. My relationship is so over.

You read my poems. I'm in love.

You read my poems.....
Its obvious I wept.

You read my poems, I'm far from home.
You read my poems, I'm all alone.

Your Reading my poems, I must be bipolar.
Your reading my poems, but they are far from over.

I'm this, I'm that of that your sure.
Your reading my poems, but there will be more....
 Jun 2015
niamh
Hands
Once so big
That spanned across my back
And kept me safe.
That stroked my hair
To ease my childhood pains.
That clasped my small hand
To protect me from harm.
Those hands like giant's
That held me as a newborn,
Now withered
And aged,
Ravaged by the passing of time,
Still hold my heart
Happy father's day to my own daddy & to my wonderful husband **
 Jun 2015
niamh
A short stroll up a lonely lane
Wild flowers filling the hedges,
Romancing our eyes
And flirting with our noses.
Inquisitive cows
Leaning over rickety gates
To better inspect us interlopers.
A broken path,
Crevices straining to trip us up.
A five minute dander for us.
A dangerous adventure in unexplored territories for them.
The difference between the kids and the 'grown-ups'
 Jun 2015
Jamie L Cantore
Gently so, the wind did go, go on a-whispering.
And thru the night, into the night, a-whispering
It did go. Go, Sweet Wind, go on a-whispering.  

In mellifluous tones, to the height of Christendom,
Sing a sigh, Sweet Wind, to the ears of ev'ry man.


Gently so, the wind did go, go on a-whispering.
And thru the night, into the night, a-whispering
It did go. Go, Sweet Wind, go on a-whispering.

In mellifluous tones, to the height of Christendom,
Sing a sigh, Sweet Wind, to the ears of ev'ry woman.


Gently so, the wind did go, go on a-whispering.
And thru the night, into the night, a-whispering
It did go. Go, Sweet Wind, go on a-whispering.
 Jun 2015
Heather Valvano
blurring a line
defining an edge
I have to find a way
to make my colors blend
I'm only happy
when I'm me
and my canvas is black with complexity
I draw the lines
straight and clean
but sometimes that isn't
what is seen
blurring a line
defining an edge
I am alive through my pen
I work on my portrait endlessly
my cells are words
my blood a river of poetry
an unfinished work
an oeuvre of me
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