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 Mar 2020 IZ J
Lily
The first measures of your favorite song coming on the radio
The lurch your stomach gives when you go too high on a swing
Dancing in the rain, and splashing in the puddles
The relief in flopping yourself down on your bed after a hard day
Happy dreams
The moment you realize there is one more cookie in the box
Your favorite outfit
Hugs from loved ones
Discovering beautiful shells on the beach
Waking up and realizing you still have a couple hours to sleep
The joy of saying, “I love you”
The joy of hearing it back
Lazy Sunday afternoons
Happy birthday wishes
Deep, meaningful conversations with friends
Little children running in the sun, enjoying life
Helping a classmate with homework
Reconnecting with old friends
The awe you feel watching a sunset
Raindrop races on windows
That grin you give your friend across the room when the teacher says, “pick a partner”
Hot showers after a good game
Stuffed animals that don't mind being squeezed and cried on
The tears and hugs of making up
Realizing the moment you fall in love
The congregation passionately singing your favorite hymn
Spreading God's Word
Puppies and kittens
That text from the right person at the right time
Surprising your friends with little gifts
The smell of new books
The smell of old books
Capturing that perfect picture
Your unknown potential
God's love
Feel free to add more reasons in the comments!  This poem is for anybody going through a rough time; don't worry, it will get better!
if you are too tired to speak
sit next to me
i am fluent in the language of silence


© Mrunalini.D.Nimbalkar
03.08.2019
Silence is bliss....
 Mar 2020 IZ J
Carlo C Gomez
My cell
No bars
No walls
Just my own thoughts and fears
locking the door behind me

My prison
No guards
No sentence
Just my own awkward silence
swallowing the one and only key
She was a beautiful girl
With britches on her knee
And stitches that cut face deep
When we turned highways
We found our reflection
Of true visage in the car mirrors
And death in the rear view
Life flashed in front our eyes
Clothes didn't matter
Verbatim, I could recite her favourite poem
That was true beauty
The ephemeral nature of memories
And people too
Memories are all that live
 Mar 2020 IZ J
Amaryllis
Helium
 Mar 2020 IZ J
Amaryllis
The right person, the wrong time
              The right script, the wrong line
The right poem, the wrong rhyme
        
        And a piece of you,
                That was never mine.
 Mar 2020 IZ J
Kafka Joint
My dear
 Mar 2020 IZ J
Kafka Joint
My dear, you are a deity,
That isn't yet included
In any thesaurus.
 Feb 2020 IZ J
Carlo C Gomez
Sparks don't necessarily
lead to love just because
they ignite a fire,
sometimes all that burns
is the neighborhood...
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