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 Sep 2016 Masuda Khan Juti
Marian
In ancient meadow yonder
She frolics with butterflies
Wearing a halo of wildflowers
*~Marian~
Written: August 25, 2016.
Dedicated to my three favorite poets:
My mom, Hilda, and my Dad, Timothy,
And also to my dear friend, Lena S!!! :) ~~~~~<3
After a long hiatus, I have returned!!!
Hopefully I can write more poetry soon!! :)
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Hi there, how are you
I'm happy you stopped by
I really like the poems
you've been writing

You worded them so nice,
the phrases made me smile
I read them and my thoughts
begin igniting

I learn so many things,
from your creative work
You've taken me to places
I’ve not seen

The endings were superb,
your stanzas so enchanting
I felt as if I slipped
into a dream

You touched my lonely heart,
while I just sat here reading
Hoping when I did
it would inspire

So I could write like you,
express a thousand feelings
About this special woman
I desire

For I am so in love,
she makes my body tingle
More beautiful than I’ve  
seen anywhere

And when I kiss her lips,
completely mesmerizing
Like heaven sent an angel
down to share

My life is not the same,
whenever she is with me
To hold her in my arms,  
it feels so good

So thank you for your words,
the poems you’ve been posting
They help me out just like
I hoped they would

Now I am off to read
some more amazing poems
That I now find are scattered
on this site

And thanks for stopping by,
you wondrous hello poets
Keep writing and I wish you all
good night
I learn something every day from all of you amazing poets on this site. Thank you so much for your words and inspiration. I appreciate each and every one of you.
Do not follow the girl in white,

for she will lead you out of sight,

end your life with sure delight,

against your struggles; all your might,

you'll never again see the light...
A scary short poem for campfires/sleepovers. ; )
Billions of people
Roaming the earth
Every day, every second
A woman gives birth

So how is it
I ask you, am I here all alone

In a world full of people
No one's calling my phone

In a world full of love
No one's saying my name

Is it them, is it me
Tell me who is to blame

Is it too much to wish
On a star in the sky

That my wish will be granted
Or is it a lie

In a world full of people
I will remain all alone

Not one of those people
Will I have for my own


Mountain top wishes in echoing fashion
Whispers in sonnets afloat on the sky
Soothing this emptiness fraught with distraction
Sifting through clouded views wandering by

Northern horizons in tangerine ribbons
Sing in a melody sweet to the ears
Heavenly callings from far away places
Wrapping my shoulders and calming my fears

Painting a landscape of pure understanding
Inside the dark fades a much softer hue
Nature reduced to its tiniest fragments
Illumined, the feelings I hold here for you

Narrow the tree line of dreams comes to offer
Shadows beneath every beckoning star
Finding a moonbeam aglow in its wisdom
Reaching for love now where ever you are
.

Candlelit caverns
hum softly to
song like echoes
sung by a duet of
our hearts
.

A friend of mine just questioned
what inspires me to write
They know I'm writing poems
every morning, noon and night

I answered with a chuckle
saying, “I don’t have a clue
In fact right at this moment
I’m not sure what I will do

I looked outside my window
it’s the same as yesterday
Traffic lights and restaurants
and people on their way

I listened to some music
but I’ve heard that song before
And I don’t really like it
it’s a tough one to endure

I took a walk through nature
past the flowers and the trees
But allergies are killing me
all I could do was sneeze

I typed some words in sequence
to see if they would rhyme
And ended up deleting them
a total waste of time”


Then I saw their smile
I thought, now there’s a thing
I like when people smile
and the happiness they bring

There’s joy in that expression
like spring will soon arrive
It lifts another’s spirits
and makes them feel alive

Thoughts of sunny mornings
begin to float around
Maple leaves and meadowlarks
and dew drops on the ground

That very special person
who lives inside your heart
And just how much you love them
even when you are apart

I started feeling better
as my face now wore a grin
And when I looked up at the screen
I saw one once again

For now I knew the answer
and I told them oh so true
*“It seems today my inspiration
came from seeing you”
 Aug 2016 Masuda Khan Juti
nivek
let me dip my finger into your mind
scratch poetry with your blood under my nail
-all that communication running around your veins
mind games you play with yourself
a saviour and a condemning smirk all in one
its no wonder your so confused
let me dip my finger one more time
scratch poetry down your inner thigh
change the communication of your mind
wantonly give yourself and smile, smile, smile.
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