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When I can no more
depend on my moon
to shine heart and heaven

Pen and poetry sleeping
beside me, not even a
wee word further coming

Red roses growing grey
with days, my eyes shut
for the last time

When my heart beats
seeming slow with time,
the last leaf falling from the tree

When the final bell rings for me
can I call you?

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@ Musfiq us shaleheen
Love ................................
 Oct 2014 Md HUDA
Gladys P
A soft, and magical pearlescent blanket
Covered the alluring streets
Lightly and gently, to the touch
Falling slightly, beyond adorable tiny feet

With sparkling snowflakes
Streaming into delicate strokes, with ease
And frosty icicles, decorated the land
On this snowy, winter freeze

In laughter, tots place their teensy fingers
Upon their crimson precious face
Looking up in happiness, and reaching out
Capturing the beauty, of tumbling sprinkles, in amaze

While gently unfolding their little hands
And flakes, mysteriously disappear
A fantasy, and wonderful experience
As they mesmerized the season and shed joyous tears
 Oct 2014 Md HUDA
Nancy E Tracy
Have you seen the moon?
Hidden by a cloud
it's missing

Missing what was ours
Truly it was never meant to be
Gone forever out among the stars
Whisked away, a vapour, just a dream

Have you seen my heart?
Melted by my tears
it's missing

Missing plans we made
When you took your love away from me
Overwhelmed by sorrow and dismay
Surely I will wane and fade away

Just like the moon
Is that already the title of a song? Oops!
 Oct 2014 Md HUDA
Bunhead17
The poem
 Oct 2014 Md HUDA
Bunhead17
You
are the poem
I never knew
how to write
and this life
is the story
I have always
wanted to
tell
Poison may reside in my veins
But I will be dead before I decay
With the vocabulary twisting my mouth piece
Reverberation of implanted definitions-
Define or be void
Their truth never had a foundation
But hearts pounding through fists impacting chests-
Blinding eyes-
gullible and tattered bow at the feet of  
A plummeting resistance  
Alive or dead-
Numb or otherwise-
Your life-
Given for impotence
No mercy where thought speaks
And casualties withdraw
Where freshly packed soil pierces perspective
Where bones become sedative
And the truly weak lay their heads
On the game of times ticking hand

(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
 Oct 2014 Md HUDA
Hinata
My love
 Oct 2014 Md HUDA
Hinata
My love,
Listen to my heartbeat.
Does it sing sweetly like the angels above?
Can you hear how worn out it is from pain and defeat?
My love,
Look at my body.
Is it something that you love?
Is it beautiful even though it is scarred, stretched, and ugly?
My love,
Touch my hair.
Is it beautiful to you even if it's untamed and rough?
Do you love it enough to stare?
My love,
Feel my teeth.
Is it something you're afraid of?
Does my fangs make me look sweet?
My love,
Listen to my voice.
Does it sound sweet like the chirping of birds from above?
Does my childlike voice fill your void?
My love,
Stare into my eyes.
Can you see what I'm thinking of?
Can you see it's tired of the pain and lies?
My love, can you see me now?
My love, can you hold me now?
My love, my sweet, my wonderful,
Am I truly beautiful?
I'm back! **** a lot has happened while I was gone. Sorry for not updating sooner, I had schoolwork that needed to be done, anyways tell me what you guys think?
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