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 Jan 2018 Magdalyn
Angela Rose
I’ve wrote about you for years and years
And you still have yet to notice
My words are plastered all over the Internet
My heart is poured out for the world to see
I wish my heartbreak wasn’t on the Internet
Because it’s been seven years, it’s time to let it go
 Jan 2018 Magdalyn
MJS
David is a strange fellow
always a little too mellow
he will sleep for days
walk around in a haze
he hates company and loathes to talk
just try him – “F**K YOU” he will squawk

He takes some coaxing but will ‘snap out of it’ soon
he will leave me for days, weeks or the next full moon
his visits are often unannounced
but “rest assured” he whispers “I can always pounce”
My dark passenger
 Jan 2018 Magdalyn
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Earth
 Jan 2018 Magdalyn
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The crimson speckled sunset tells stories that put Shakespeare to shame

The soft and ever-so gentle clouds bellow songs of life to all who will listen

Yes, the rolling hills remind us that humans are temporary

A mere side effect of a changing and evolving planet

The Earth prompts us to remember that it takes care of us

Why can't we respect it?
 Jan 2018 Magdalyn
Francie Lynch
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Finally. I'd been striving for a one word poem. After achieving it, I wanted a no word poem. Here it is. I guess this is no longer mine, but ours.

"The Invisible Poem" was selected as the Daily.
I'm humbled... to say nothing.
But I believe a response is necessary.
To all those who liked, loved and commented, I say thank you. I've read all you've written, and most of it is very creative and complimentary.
There are others, detractors, who claim "*******," etc.
Well of course, this only begs the question, "What is poetry?"
I can't answer that. I've written on it. But what I do know is what poetry should do. Its purpose.
If a poem should arouse emotions, bad or good, make people think, have people want to write, to express themselves (and I believe I'm on the mark here), then, anything can be a poem. Even a page with lines on it.
Thanks again to all the readers.
And if you're still *******, don't attack me... go after Elliot. :)
 Jan 2018 Magdalyn
Ofelia
And I'm lost
But I don't care
Cause you're here
To show me the way
And to take me away
You're in my heart
You're in my mind
You're my body
You're my soul
And I need your strength
Cause I don't have any left
But you're here
To show me the way
And to take me away
Commission
 Jan 2018 Magdalyn
mk
oh sunshine
 Jan 2018 Magdalyn
mk
oh sunshine
  how do i tell you?
  i am flying so high
  above these clouds
  weightlessly mine

            **oh sunshine

                 how do i show you
                 the butterflies that live in me
                 my veins full of ecstasy
                 the warmth of that summer breeze

oh sunshine
  the monsoon comes closer
  and that rain is here to purify
  everything will find its place
  there is so much to see
  so little to say

             oh sunshine
                  how do i show you
                  there is so much more warmth than cold
                  these golden rays never get old
                  the grass blades sway with hope
                  there is so much more to live for

oh sunshine
  the morning is yet to come
  the dawn is where you're from
  hold my hand and let me show you
  together we'll run
  straight into the sun
good music, good vibes
 Jan 2018 Magdalyn
moon child
Without her
What am I supposed to do?
Words lose their meaning.
Taste
Sight
Sound
Touch.
Without her
What do I have?
Bland
Darkness
Silence
Emptiness.
Without her.
I miss her
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