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 Aug 2016
brandon nagley
Inside this poesy bower,
Do I, I do; await mine
Fresh sprayed flower,
To seest her blossom
Shower's; her honey-
Comb word's, her
Eastern dew. Burgeon-
Closely; abide with me,
Where thou art mine
Muse. Finger's wilt be
etching tool's to create
Master-designs; in the
Cloud's that reside.
Hide and seek, thus
Love we'll find; there
In ourn eyne, where
It's been all along. Do
I, I do; await this time,
Dusk til' dawn.

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley ( pookie dedicated)
poesy- poetry..
Bower- form 2- an inner or private chamber, room or bedroom same thing.
Seest- see.
burgeon- come forth.
Abide- dwell.
Thou- you.
Aye- are.
Mine- my.
Wilt-will.
Etch- or etching- a print produced by the process of etching.
"etchings of animals and wildflowers"
synonyms:engraving.
Reside- have one's permanent home in a particular place., Or to be situated.
Ourn- our.
Eyne- eyes.
 Aug 2016
Tom Balch
I have flown on the wings of elation
and sunk to the depths of despair,
I have loved with a passion undying
and I have lost without even a care.

I have climbed to the heights of glory
and fallen from grace like a fool,
I have ventured through all emotions
and learned that life is so very cruel.

Now I scale the walls of uncertainty
and I am positive in all things I do,
I attempt feats of impossibility
and I leave nothing in my life to rue*.
 Aug 2016
Stu Harley
what
love
would not do
still
i
wait for you
to
live in my heart
and
still
i
wait for you
 Aug 2016
Traveler
Well perhaps now
It's known
I'm just an avatar
A image-less soul

Be it true
I never meant
To let it all flow
But even a fool
Knows something
You don't

Do you even
Have a clue
What it takes
To hide a fool?

The fool in my heart
  The fool that love's you...
 Aug 2016
apollota
When he was four,
he tried to write a poem
and named it "Happy"
because he was happy.
He had a new toy
and new paints.

When he was nine,
he tried to write another
and named it "Confused"
because that's what he was.
He had questions about his body,
but couldn't find the answers.

When he was thirteen,
he wrote another
and named it "Scared"
because that's how he felt.
His body was changing
and he didn't like it.

When he was Fifteen,
he wrote a different poem
and named it "Knowledge"
because that's what he gained.
He knew what was wrong,
so he told them his new name.

When he was eighteen,
he wrote a new one
and named it "Ghost"
because that's what he was.
Nobody respected him,
his pronouns were never heard.

So when he turned twenty,
he wrote his final poem
and named it "Boy"
because that's what he always was.
He taped it to his door
and danced from his ceiling fan.
2016-08-21
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This poem is very special to me.
I hope someone out there understands what I meant to say.
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 Aug 2016
Ravanna Dee
Sometimes I read other peoples poetry and I realize that it's those words I've been secretly harboring in my heart; and someone was finally able to explain them to me.
 Aug 2016
Amy H
Sunrise wakes me slowly,
moonlight lets me rest.
In between, the light of day
leaves nothing to confess.
If through the fading sunset
my heart sings sweet and loud
by sobriety of daylight
my mind can stop the sound.
What can come of dreaming
where joy will always win?
My life should be a day dream then
and love should never end.
It's new again.
 Aug 2016
Tim Emminger
It's the midnight hour
Goodbye yesterday, today is tomorrow
Goodbye pain, goodbye sorrow
It's a new start, today is tomorrow

There is something special about the midnight hour
In the darkness the moon is the guiding light
You pick yourself up and begin to fight
You only live once and this is your life
There is something special about midnight
Driving into work this Sunday morning, listing to the preacher on the radio. He talked about how magical the midnight hour was.
 Aug 2016
Pixievic
The witching hour
Dripping like silken velvet through
Hushed silence
Broken only by summer winds ......
Inside the recess of my restless mind
Thoughts bubble
Churning gentle ideas
Into frenzied cognition
My demons rising
Feasting on anxiety ......
Behind the lidded curtains of my eyes
I see your face
Soothing the fear
I can feel your hands upon me
Untangling the tension
In your eyes
I see
Love
The blower of dreams
Leaping into the unknown
Been having some issues ..... But now I'm back!
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