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 Mar 2015 Emanuel
Ann M Johnson
January: Love is an intricate design on a snowflake
February: Love is like a heart shaped box of chocolates
March: Love is like a clover full of promise of good things to come
April: Love is like a gentle rain
May: Love is like a fresh flower
June: Love is like a nuptial kiss
July: Love is colorful like fireworks
August: Love is like a gentle breeze on a hot summer day
September: Love is a time to prepare for positive change
October: Love is gentle like falling leaves
November: Love is being thankful
December: Love is giving
This was chosen for Poet's Corner for a newspaper in my state.
I wanted to share it again with all of my poetry friends.
  Thank You for being encouraging and my friends.
   You are AWESOME :)
 Feb 2015 Emanuel
Curing
Your Voice
 Feb 2015 Emanuel
Curing
At last I've found my voice he cried!

All along it was inside!

And on the day you find yours too!

Don't keep it locked inside of you!
 Feb 2015 Emanuel
Curing
Tiny Parts
 Feb 2015 Emanuel
Curing
We're all searching for forever
But it isn't ours to give
All we can promise is a part
Of these tiny lives we live

What we must remember
But can't seem to understand
Is that forever's made of tiny parts
Like the beach is made of sand

So while you're searching for forever
To these words take heed
Oftentimes the tiny parts
Are all we really need
 Feb 2015 Emanuel
I B Liviu
Sandman comes 'n starts t' raise
Golden dunes o' fairy land
A world o' dreams ahead now lays
Come on lovely close yer eyes, 'n

By th' gods o' sea 'n sky
Start 'n sail on puffy clouds,
'n with them green 'n pretty eyes
Steer yerself t' cotton grounds,

Dream o' love 'n joy 'n sea
Made o' liquid silk 'n gold,
As a cap'n ye shall be
Sailing in th' Nevertold,

Hoist yer colours in th' blue
'n trust th' heart t' point the way,
Ye be sailing straight 'n true
T' th' port o' Dreamland Bay.
 Jan 2015 Emanuel
Danny Price
sway
 Jan 2015 Emanuel
Danny Price
the faintest chords
will resonate
mercy
Senses left reeling, it feels like
I'm stealing a slice out of
heaven.
touch and touch against skin,
her eyes letting me in,these
singing words seem to be the
fluttering of a thousand birds, but
it's my heart.

She lays waste to my taste buds as she
kisses me light and
I surrender again
to the night.
 Jan 2015 Emanuel
FionaGrape
I am 24 going on 25
Not knowing where to go, but in my room to hide
From a judgmental world full of deception and lies
So much darkness inside
Hard to open my eyes
When secretly, I wish I would die
Struggling to seek positivity
When I find it, it doesn't seem to last
Still bothered about mistakes and wishing I could change the past
Everyone doesn't move on as fast as others do
There are many people like me who hurt just like you
in the pleasure of discovering
words rhymes rhythms
i'm a gluttonous poet.

day and night
bite of my growing appetite
makes me sink low

i don't notice
broken pieces
shattered peaces
around me

i breathe in writing
eat and drink
poetry

crazed obsessed stressed
my poetry
like any other debauchery
is an escape ride
someplace to hide

i'm a poet
subservient
to the pleasures of words rhymes rhythms.
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