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 Apr 2018 Poet kiri
CA Smith
Brick
        By
            Brick
A house is built
Hour
        By
            Hour
The house becomes a home
Day
        By
            Day
The home turns into memories
Year
        By
            Year
The memories turn into people
Century
        By
            Century
The people turn into stories
Story
        By
            Story
Stories turn into legends
Legend
        After
            Legend
History is changed
Piece
        By
            Piece
Lives are changed
Person
        By
            Person
Love is spread
One Love
        After
            Another
Bricks are purchased
That build houses
That turn into homes
That create memories
That turn into people
That turn into stories
That turn into legends
That change history
And it all started with
Just. One. Brick.
Sometimes it's tough when you are just laying bricks to see the end picture, but it makes a difference in the end! It can be so easy at times to feel like we aren't doing enough to help others or to grow ourselves, but one ripple affects the entire pond.
 Apr 2018 Poet kiri
NewFoundPoet
You always said, “I don’t know what you see in me.”
Allow your soul to be a canvas,
As I paint you with these words.
Never lose them…

Lover
I see the sunlight in your skin.
That’s why I kissed every freckle and then one more,
So you’d know not even the sun…
Could love you as deep as I can.

Lover
Your hair,
Smells like every rose I’ve ever encountered.
That’s why when you’d leave,
I’d steal your pillow…

Lover
Your lips,
Are made of the softest velvet.
I’d touch your face when you’d kiss me,
Just to make sure they were really there.

Lover
Your eyes whispered,
“Baby… I could ruin your life.”
To which I replay,
“Sweetie… I want you here, to ruin the rest of my life.”

Lover
Your heart… Though tattered and imperfect.
I reached out with trembling hands,
Rest your weary heart here…
For I will never let it fall to the ground.

Lover
The night you said with tears in your eyes,
“Don’t let me mess this up.”
And I promised,
“Just don’t go…”

Lover
The night old love reached out,
I need you…
Yet, You returned to me,
What we had just too good to lose…

Lover
From that moment, the sun rose for me…
Until love left…
Not in a burn out, more how the moon delivers the night…
Heavy and silent…

Lover
New beds, galaxies away…
My love left…
On the tops of mountains,
The bottom of the ocean,
In the middle of the forest…

Lover
Every morning I hear that door close,
I walk to the edge of the highest cliff…

Lover
I am still longing for you…
Are you searching for me?
Because, I am still right here…

Lover…

Lover…
 Apr 2018 Poet kiri
Mystery Girl
I miss you every day
Even when I'm not
Thinking about it
It's always there
In the back of my mind
Waiting for April
To force its way
To the front
Waiting for the chance
To be the center
Of my attention
And I read sad things
Sing sad songs
Write sad things
Because I can't help myself
I need to feel sad
Because if I don't
I'm afraid I won't
Be able to feel at all
 Mar 2018 Poet kiri
saige
pyper
 Mar 2018 Poet kiri
saige
her eyes match mine
she'll be five come summer
a whole handful already
that bovine dog who likes hula hoops
who would rather lie in my room
where the floor is cold and hard and chipping
than in her own rocking chair
cushioned in the light and warmth of our living room
with mom and dad and rabbits
and windows full of things to watch
but she makes her choice
she wants my floor
she wants me
and as i swaddle her
and watch her eyes close
i want my heart to match hers
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