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Jun 2015 Day Wing

K

Poetry
Became the voice
Of things
that could never
be spoken

Poetry
Gave reason
To what is
unfathomable
and unimaginable

Poetry
Fueled the desire
to incorporate love
Into the world
of literature

Poetry
Told stories
Of thoughts
That only
speak of love

But
It is also because
of poetry
How she came
to understand
What is suffering
*and how sorrow feels like

#love #poem #poetry #sorrow

Jun 2015 Day Wing

Good Night Haiku

Jun 2015 Day Wing

Chris

Good Night Haiku

~

Fireflies dancing
Amidst twilight desires
*Soft lips in moonlight

Good night Beautiful

Jun 2015 Day Wing

Piece of my Heart

Jun 2015 Day Wing

ArthurDKid

Piece of my Heart

To my future sons and daughters,
piece of advice from the old matter.
What lies beyond might be your answer.
Hoping somehow will make you feel better.

People always ask the meaning of love
and say the answers they always have.
Songs are played and tales are told.
All are true but too subjective to hold.

If still eager to know,
then let me lead you to show
the seed your mother and I have sowed.
This is the only thing I can bestow.

See the perfect wrinkles and see the small scars.
Smell the sweetness though there’s a hint of cigar.
Feel its firmness and feel its irregularities.
It’s not perfect for perfection does not exist.

Everyday, we did not stop nurturing,
Sometimes we fill it with dreaming.
Sometimes we mold and keep growing.
Loving each other everyday is exciting.

The beauty lies in our smiles.
Its charm could make our joy go miles.
Always do hug each other
cause it’s the small things that love last longer.

There are days that it’s not sunny.
It’s ok. We need it and it will make life funny.
Just chill and talk, let the heart explore.
Hope like I did, you come to appreciate the person more.

Love is always mutual.
It’s a give and take as usual.
A forgive and forget should be natural.
Efforts should be a ritual.

Love is not just affection.
Love is also a decision.
Holding each other through,
not letting go.

I’m thankful to have your mother.
I don’t think I could find any other.
She is a piece of my heart
and this is our love, we could never be apart.

written July 16, 2014

Jun 2015 Day Wing

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Jun 2015 Day Wing

Ruzica Matic

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a thousand icy stares
a thousand yesterdays
a lovely killing word
hanging on a string
I still remember
how we used to sing

on the streets
and under umbrellas
we weaved the rings
and spread our wings
in shades of off-white

you promised
you would take me
to Colorado Springs
in the fall
and I believed you
rain-stained eyes and all

Jun 2015 Day Wing

ants

Jun 2015 Day Wing

scar

ants

the people swarm like ants
that’s what they say, isn’t it?
but they’re not like ants
at all, really.

ants have a purpose, a structure
they scrabble across the pavement as the sun beats down
with a common goal
carrying huge leaves between them
thousands of times their weight

nor are people like wildebeest
who stampede wildly across the plains:
LIONS! RUN!
their purpose is logical
their goal is survival
but people

people swarm in great swarthy swathes
sweating their way through the summer
slipping and
shivering their way through the snow

there are so many of them, and
their goals are so individual
so complex

not for them the ingrained logical processions
not for them the sole desperate stampede away from danger
no.

they have a society
have a culture
and wrapped in the cloaks of their conforms and their norms
they slither through the daylight
take up the space around them
give no heed to how they’re filling it
or who must take it next.

it’s why i like the early mornings
and the late night times
when the world is empty
barren
silent and pure
untainted by the congestion of the day.

#people #humanity #humans #detachment #ants

Jun 2015 Day Wing

Endless possibilities

Jun 2015 Day Wing

Patricia Arches

Endless possibilities

Maybe, just maybe
the rushing waves aren't there to hurt you.
Maybe the breaking down of the rocks, the itty bitty bits of sand that fall off with every tumultuous
crashing of each wave
beating upon what is
supposed to be so strong
falls quickly in oceans of beauty, travel down streams of
deep and rich blue

You'll find it to be a lot easier when you let go.

Jun 2015 Day Wing

White Fluff

Jun 2015 Day Wing

Xhyn

White Fluff

I look up in the sky,

White fluff moves slowly by.

When I stare hard enough,

I know its weird - go on, laugh.

But I feel like I'm light and moving,

And there's no way in proving.

I look again and imagine,

And imagine and imagine.

My mind starts to wonder.

And also to wander.

I wonder what clouds taste like,

Water vapour to dislike.

More like cotton candy,

Tasting nice and dandy.

I imagine jumping on the stuff,

Eating slowly fluff by fluff.

But I can't reach that high,

And I wish that I could fly.

The impossible happens then,

And the impossible is when,

From my shoulder blades sprouts wings,

Fragile, delicate, lovely things.

They spread out behind me,

And I feel forever free.

I flap them,

I fold them,

Try them out for the first time.

I look to the sky, shiny as a dime.

I take a breath deep,

And a brave leap.

I struggle first and almost fall,

It was definitely a close call.

But I managed to untangle,

And fly first at an awkward angle.

After that I twist and turn,

And the sun's rays make my eyes burn.

Soon I'm flying to the crowds

Of the ever fluffy clouds.

#clouds #sky

Jun 2015 Day Wing

Cliff

Jun 2015 Day Wing

Xhyn

Cliff

As I stand before the cliff,

I look back and wonder.

As I stop and take a whiff,

I smell fear, hear thunder.

As I stand in swirls of pain,

My head goes blank in sheer grief.

As from clouds pelt loudly rain,

Lightning strikes a moment brief.

As I stand atop the green,

I am drenched in misery.

As I saw the unforeseen,

My head goes fairly dizzy.

As I stand before the cliff,

As far I can I lunge.

As though a rock I'm scared stiff,

Not long before I plunge.

#sadness #cliff