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  Mar 2015 GvSparx
Joel M Frye
why a poet?
because a poet
hears the words
which sing the
purest harmonies
because a poet
paints their portraits
in pastels
of phrases
because a poet
dances their agonies
into leaps of faith
and pirouettes
of passion
because a poet
sees
the beauty
in the commonplace
and captures
the moment
in a snapshot
of ink and white
because a bloodless world
cuts itself
a thousand times

and the poet bleeds
For my friends here and around the world on World Poetry Day.
GvSparx Mar 2015
She wishes
To draw with her fingertips
on the canvas of his chest

To close her eyes,
be secure in the arms she rests

To have, on a cold and grey morning,
his warm breath on her neck

To be kissed on her forehead
till her insecurities melt

To be loved
Not to have just ***
Now just read the bold.
It still tells the story.
Please visit my Facebook page titled "GvSparx". I am on an initiative to write about people's lives in verse. I am not soliciting money, just a slice of your life not many have tasted.
GvSparx Jan 2015
She is herself

She does not care
about the money in the banks
Screams,
gets what she demands

She does not fear
unknown men she sees
Smiles,
melts their broken pieces

Now, that’s called swag
Now just read the bold. Whoa! It still tells the story.

Clad in icy pink, the little cheerful angel smiled at me ever so innocently. She called her mom and said "mom, uncle is standing in front of lift. I felt more wonderful about being smiled at than weird about being called uncle.

Don't you aspire to be like her?
#truestory #greypaper
GvSparx Nov 2014
Likes the new girl in office
Adds her on Facebook,
she accepts.
Browses all her photos,
never comments.
Types in the chat box,
deletes.
Sees her with another guy,
disbelieves.
Another girl joins, the process repeats
Now that you have read it, please read the bold only. Voila! It still tells the complete story.
This is one of many true story #greypapers I post on Facebook. I am on a campaign where I write true stories of people in the form of poetry. I have described various funny, grave, gruesome, lovely emotions in these, you can read them at
https://www.facebook.com/inspiringlives
and do let me know your opinion of the same
  Oct 2014 GvSparx
Amanda In Scarlet
Take a soft tipped brush
Dip, and trace my nakedness;
Viscous dripping rainbow streams
Clothe me here within our dreams.
Swirl my curves
With satin pink,
Let your brush flutter and sink
lower, purples, red and blue,
I'm a canvas here for you.
Paint me scarlet, paint me gold,
Paint some words
italic, bold
Stop when you begin to weep
A masterpiece, for us to keep.
An old one of mine, a favourite.
  Sep 2014 GvSparx
Shannon Jeffery
To be what they want
Is to win a battle
To be who you are
Is to win a war
GvSparx Aug 2014
Maybe it is last breath I take,
Maybe it is the last call I make..
Whom?
The one who loves me
Or the one I love
A few months ago I fell 300 feet off a cliff. I should have been dead, but I woke up I don't know why. After a 10 hour rescue operation, I escaped alive. Being alive has been seeming weird since then. I am left searching for answers.
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