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 Nov 2017 DCgirl
Debbie Stevens
I'd do anything for you to be here again...
even if it was just for a few seconds,
even if it was just a quick phone call.
I just want to feel your touch, I just want to hear your voice.
;-)
Instead of my eyes
there are sunglasses
The whole world will be colored...

به جای چشمانم
عینک آفتابی گذاشته ام
...تمام جهان رنگی خواهد شد
this was my first poem that i wrote, i think i was 15
 Nov 2017 DCgirl
Ryan Holden
We leapt over the
River, with nothing but a
Spring in our step.
 Nov 2017 DCgirl
Ryan Holden
Thick brush brown shoulders
carry her cub up steep slopes
To rest at the top.
 Nov 2017 DCgirl
Ryan Holden
Howling fur shivers
Through the snowfall leaning on
A rock at moonlight.
I could write the loveliest poem ever,
A lonely dove went cooing by and by,
Yonder rill, yonder hill, yonder river,
Whilst it winged into a clear blue sky.
Lovely is the sky in her robes of blue,
Velvety blue I mean, as eyes of thine
Never bestowed upon any seraph,
That upon my soul kindled love divine.
I could croon the loveliest tune ever,
And whisper it upon rivers of time;
That fairly stream by and by forever,
A tune that in thy heart could ever chime,

  If only I could glance at thy bright eyes
  To once stray upon shores of paradise.
#Decasyllabic
#Shakespearean sonnet
 Nov 2017 DCgirl
Ryan Holden
Goosebumps layer skin,
As wandering hands arouse
Your Inner secrets.
 Nov 2017 DCgirl
Ryan Holden
Incubus
 Nov 2017 DCgirl
Ryan Holden
He squeezes her shape into a suit that fits
But happily disregards the ones that don't,
As every material or materialistic item
Is merely just temporary clothing he wears for his comfort.

Her silky waist down and up to her cotton flammable heart,
Both burn and tear just as easy as the next,
Despite his sweet persona,
He's as bitter and acidic as chemistry gone wrong.

But he washes and rinses her into a wave of hope,
And she drowns,
Because she has been habituated to drowning.

Cold bones is her love,
But he always glides away like a ghost in the night,
Questioning whether he bleeds the same blood,
Because is it humanly possible to do the things he could.

She has dreamt of his silhouette all night
But is unable to see the whole faded image,
The silence has become part of her,
You clipped the angel wings she would bare just for you
And is no longer able to fly.

Instead she drowns in an ocean that you quaked,
Suffocated on an island of crashed cold bones,
Cold, cold bones.

Even when she was the soldier
That never fled from battle,
You made her the brute
With a machine heart and machine mind,
Steered from her innocence
And tenderness to be kind.
As promised! Just a quick writen whilst on my lunch break at work! Haha.
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