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there's dust on her face
but she's a girl still
her sensible cotton shirt
is black and loose
and she's so wide now
the dreams and the limbs
strewn across the canvas of her days

cutting into her workman's hands
handles of rough bags
leaving white marks in her blood
still swelling
a little thicker now

stray hairs on her neck
that would have terrified her once
stand proud
just something that's here to stay
and she is not her own
she is her children's blood
and laundry days
and all those times she smiled
through tears
and patted little heads

she's more real the the ocean
she never saw
and just as salty
just as wild
woman mom life
pigeons still
wait for meals
by that bench
where Sun once grew
in tufts of gold

girls skipping classes
to window shop
their scarves wild
and their nails chipped

tough boys go out and smoke
and cough and dance
and act brave
and cut their hair
in the dark

and words of a new language
tumble down our tongues
head over heels
tasting strange
but falling into place
after all
Tonight the wind
the pouring rain through trees
hiss and whistle of kettle
water poured for tea
the lashing winter willows
this coal, dark storm that blinds
and hides away your face
and any trace of moon.
little flakes of cloudy breaths
from the top all the way down
Winter is beauty and bear
cold pale and pain
grey eating and drinking
So strategically dressed
she sticks to sitting outside
where the patio heater
Cannot read, concentrate
filling days with endless
songs and numberless walks
Feeling cold still no matter
there'll be birdsong without fall
Wrapped up in a thousand shawls
jewelry has different looks
On the back of an envelope
she scrawls her fears for those
bogeymonsters in dreams now
The ginger-haired guy from her
adolescence nightmares is back
Summer makes her someone else
entirely no dark on the doorstep
no bogeyguys on an envelope
she's taking a bath
in the purple sea
she wants me
to see her naked
it's the first time

feel me:

the shores
being newborn
breezes'n'waves

we make love and are feeling
each other
more deeply
more intimately
as ever before
Today is a goooooood day.
HEAVEN YEAH!

God bless all you guys here on Hello Poetry, regardless of your skin color, gender, age, ****** identity, religion, money.

Feel me...

To be honest, I have been suffering under one of the meanest burdens:

LONESOMENESS

AND THAT'S WHY I had to write this poem here...

I was just interrupted by a waitress; been writing in a café in a small German city. Have to be here due to my dependency. Can't be in Frankfurt right now.

Haven't seen my kids for almost a month now and I am missing you like crazy, Nicholas, I am missing you like I can't tell you, Eden.

I NEED YOU!

(I have two children, a son who is five and a half years old and a daughter being five months.)

My father is on welfare, my mother works as a theatre actress. I have eight siblings, spread over numerous countries.

I'm the first one in the family who went to college and I always was an a-student because I love to learn.

And with my degree, I have been earning good money but this kind of "success" goes along with a mean inferiority complex, you know?

I don't know if you know; but apart from knowing there is someone I NEED:

GOD

YOU HAVE BEEN THERE.
ALWAYS.
YOU'RE THE ONLY BEING WHO IS ABLE TO LOVE UNCONDITIONALLY.
THAT'S WHY I WILL BE KEEPING THE FAITH...

FOREVER YOURS
MIKEY


https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3479807/i-am/


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Those days came again
To hurt all humanity...
Rivers without borders
Lands without fence
Everything is hidden
Under muddy running water
Many lost their beloved
Their home and homeland
Now resting under one shelter
In belief of going back soon
No rich no poor nothing
To praise.. but just prayers.....
Kerala is under water(from Aug8)... Last year too in the same date flood came into destruction
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