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 Jul 2015 pixelstar
Chris
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Piano keys tickled
in soft lullaby melodies
echo in harmonic measures
neath an ivory moon
tuned midst an ebony sky,
shimmering sonatas in
sustained twilight concertos
waft in sensuous tempos,
acoustic sighs sing
as silhouettes on
candlelit curtains,
caliginous shadows of love
sway together in
rhythmic duet motions,
dancing to the ecstasy
of this symphonic evening
*composed of love
Good night beautiful
To my darling Holly, everything that we are, is composed of love
 Jul 2015 pixelstar
Joe Cole
Hope
 Jul 2015 pixelstar
Joe Cole
A strip of barren land
Stark, forbidding
But I sat there and watched a flower grow
Bringing a bright splash of colour
To this dead land
Bringing a bright splash of hope
To a world sinking into the darkness
 Jul 2015 pixelstar
niamh
Just One
 Jul 2015 pixelstar
niamh
In the darkest
Of my dark nights
I looked upon
A cloudy sky
And saw just one star
Looking back.
Somewhere near or far
Someone mirrored
My actions
And I smiled.
Just one is just perfect.
Actions
have
the
power
to
silence
even the loudest
words.
A new take on the old cliche about actions speaking louder than words.
The egg shells that
I've walked upon
have finally
turned to dust.
 Jul 2015 pixelstar
ryn
Derelict
 Jul 2015 pixelstar
ryn
I am but willing prey to the wiles of the full grown moon.
She guards the night sky...
While I patrol these grounds...
Grieving over the seconds that have gone too soon.

I am a vessel... all emptied and barren.
what once was full,
now echoes faint
the glories of yesteryears.
Afloat still, adrift upon the currents... aimless and sullen.

I am a ghost... haunting no one but my own.
Immortalised...
Anchored...
to a body of mist and haze...
Occupying this space where worthy wind had once blown...

I am a beggar offering nothing but my open palms.
Hope etched tight
into my knackered knuckles
and calloused digits.
Please... take them in yours...
soothe them...
grant me your touch, your coveted balm.
 Jul 2015 pixelstar
Shan Coralde
I dream of moments
where there's you and me
fleeting as it is
good things end

And so I desperately pray
with hands so cold
that longs for the light of day
"Let me dream till' I'm old"

Let me dream of moments
I may never have
And when I wake up
Let there be you and me
Anither poem for you, cause I always dream of you
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