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 Jan 2015
Mohd Arshad
You
Can't
Earn
Happiness
By
Working
Hard
For
Many
Days;
It
Is
With
Y­ou
Whenever
You
Want
It
On
Your
Face!
Notes (optional)
 Jan 2015
Silver Knight
So beautiful she is
Nature I mean
From her crystal blue skies way up high
To her green grass that lay upon the ground
From her majestic forest that tower above us mortals
To her sparkling lakes that shimmer all through the night
Just looking into her eyes is like looking into a wonderland
One gets lost looking upon them forgetting everything for only a moment
But who can blame them really...
It's just so breathtaking
From feeling the cool air brush against your cheeks
To hearing the roaring waters crash against the rocky shores
The experience is always the same,ya know
She is beautiful no matter how life goes
 Jan 2015
Robert Blankenship
A horseshoe made of iron
Strikes against the ground
As the horse carries his rider
To the place which he is bound

The riders horse is quick
Traveling under a midnight sky
Gliding silently through the night
As lightly as a butterfly

The horses stride is long
And like a musket ball in flight
He moves about unheard
Unseen within the night

At last the morning comes
But no rider no horse no sound
Yet there upon the trail
A horseshoe print is found

RLB
This poem was written as a small token of remembrance of all the couriers of the Civil War who carried important orders and messages through enemy territory ,but more so for the brave horses upon which they rode. I have to wonder how many horses carried their riders unseen and unheard through enemy lines to deliver an important message or order.
 Jan 2015
epictails
Mother,
Tell me why people
Hurt each other
Why father tears you apart
Yet you smile in pain

Mother,
Remember the time
When a homeless man
Was a filth
In a woman's eyes?
A curse even in his helplessness?

Mother,
Why do the kids in school
Despise a color?
Is black all that bad?
I happen to like that boy,
why can't they?

Mother,
Why did cousin die
Just because
She wore the wrong clothes
Acted funny
When she was having fun by herself?

Mother,
Why do people hurt each other?
Make me understand
Please,please
My chest feels weird
When I see tears and black and blue
And scars, too
I hate seeing people sad
Don't you hate it too?
Tried to think of this poem as something that my inquisitive seven year old sister will say. And I think when I was young I asked something similar to someone ( cant remember who)
 Jan 2015
Robert Blankenship
We write the words we write
So eyes that read will know
Within we are poets
In heart and mind and soul.

RLB
You are an oxymoron;
happy and sad,
bittersweet,
a fine mess,
and clearly misunderstood.

Being with you
is sweet torture
that leaves me
wanting more.
its been a while
 Jan 2015
Hailey P
I don't need your sympathy
I don't need your pity

I just need your help
Days of darkness
I thought have long ended
The journey to madness
In this world I have burdened

Melancholy has consumed me
The storm brewing inside
Has gotten stronger, can't you see?
The damage done, one cannot hide.

Send comfort, build a shelter
For someone who is lost
Build something better
Than what was destroyed, no matter the cost.
 Jan 2015
fairydust
I want sunflowers
On my doorstep
And butterflies
In my hair

I want sand
Between my toes
And seashells
In my hand

I want raindrops
On my lips
And your breath
Against my skin

I want your fingers
Playing with my hair
And my knees
Going weak

I want the world
To stop
When you press
Your lips to mine

I want to see the sunset
In your arms
And the stars
To twinkle in your eyes

I want to be
The only girl you'll ever need
And for forever
To start with me
After months of not being able to write this came out. First post here I hope you guys like it :)
 Jan 2015
aphrodite
red
it comes in flashes
bright, red-hot
you feel it take over and if you feel it fast enough,
you can destroy everything in your path within moments
you spew words like venom and leave scars without thinking twice
and when it's over and done with,
you hate yourself for it.
this is what anger is,
this is how you have made cynics out of every person that's ever loved you.
**
 Dec 2014
Mohd Arshad
The year in which we lived together,
Crossing smiles and weeping with sighs,
Passed by slowly, leaving us with  its new companion
which we call the new year!
Notes (optional)
 Dec 2014
Mohd Arshad
The year never ends;
It is the date that passes from one to another,
And we must live to their full life.
Notes (optional)
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