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 Mar 2015
Traveler
It’s so beautiful to be human
Once compassion purifies
Like a flame that burns much brighter
It feels so good to feel alive

My smile longs to greet
And mend a broken heart
My love it longs to reach
And mend the worlds apart

No mystery to believe in
No invisible quantum ghost
Just the basic simple freedom
The humanity within the host
Traveler Tim
2004
 Mar 2015
Traveler
We reach the polar opposite
Our emotions learn to conform
Cold days grow longer
And shorter as they warm

Dreams get lost
New ones found
We slowly move forward
With every leap and bound

And in the end
What remains shall ascend
Far beyond our ability
To comprehend...
 Mar 2015
Nicole Bonomi
...And I will look at you, through the windows to your soul and I will speak from beyond the depths of my ocean. Just as Mother Earth has a heat at her core that only the Sun understands, only you will understand as I speak from this place. Only you will recognise and feel the melodic vibration from my every syllable. I will be completely without fear when I tell you that I will love you until the end of the ages, through the entirety of this epoch and to the next one. I will promise you that I will risk everything to allow a moment of serendipity to unite us again and again, as we cycle through this projected expression called the human experience. For it is only you, and it has only ever been you. You see this love I wish to express in the physical plane, will be one so pure, and one so real that it will emit its own force field, an unbreakable one that allows a poetic unity to blossom fruit never tasted before. This beautiful unity - one without *******...
 Mar 2015
Amitav Radiance
Inside the concept of time
World within this world
At the core, I realized
No relevance of beginning or end
Much we try to tame it
Time is our imagination
Past, present and future, transient
Concept of being there
When we change time after time
 Mar 2015
Jesibell arz
I somehow forget how to write with a simple pen or pencil to express my feelings delight

I sometimes realize I'm not really a poetic rhythm to ring the ears of the people while being under hypno-tizum.

I see how people use their imaginations and creativity to create the fondest stories in history.

I can relate to the angry/hapiness/sadness that i read that sometimes makes my wrists bleed purposely.

Either way poem/poems are one of a kind  that people cannot duplicate unless we have similar minds.

                            sealed with a kiss
                                          Xoxoxo
We are different in everyway, in the things we say. Be yourself and no-one else
 Mar 2015
Joseph Schneider
The day a man quits
on his path to the top

Is the day he dies.

-Joseph B Schneider
© Joseph B Schneider. All rights reserved
"The top" can mean many things. Remember "The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why." The man dies when he loses his "why" factor.
 Mar 2015
SøułSurvivør
^~~~~^~~~^


poets are in love
with things of pathos fair
the lure that draws the moth
to the flame's despair

the insect caught in amber
the mateless bird that sings
the colors of the sun that's died
the fairie with no wings

the gnarled, lifeless tree
grass o'r grave's slight swell
the stream that's choked with bracken
the sound of empty shells

the sweetness of the voice
that sings the doom'd femme
the consumptive Mimi
in Puchini's La Boheme

butterflies on velvet
stricken, gently spread
affixed with a pin
tho lovely, they are dead

the vampire is so sensual
tho their victims end is dreer
the eye that is the brightest blue

always sheds the tear


SoulSurvivor
(C) 2014
^~~~^~~~^
 Mar 2015
Sjr1000
Your eyes held the beauty
of sunrises in the morning skies
Your art knows the realities
of a thousand disguises

Your fingers touch inside my beating heart

You know where I go to hide
You pull me out
You put me in
I am your puppet
you pull the strings

I am lost beneath your gaze
without a word to say.

There is beauty in the warm winds blowing our way
The softness of our quilted bed

Your breast is a pillow
I lay my weary head
Your heart is a home I can stay
when I've lost my way.

Your eyes are
my sunrises
lighting the way.
 Mar 2015
Traveler
Her star shines so bright around me
That I can’t believe my eyes
I wrote this poem about Her
She's the drug that gets me high

When shivers shake my body
And my heart begins to fail
She comes to me quite swiftly
Releasing me from hell

Stars cannot outshine her
Her love will never cease
I'll worship her to the bitter end
And observe her sacred creed...
Goddess worship has been the most fulfilling
and satisfying stage of my spiritual evolution.
My life has never been so on track.
My goddess has many names, similar to Hindu ideology.
 Mar 2015
RazanSidErani
What keeps you going is a mystery to me.
I'm baffled and yet I'm the most creative one.
What makes you roll around with so little faith?
How do you move around without hope?
For without hope and faith
Who do you depend on truly ?
© RazanRinaldi
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