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 Feb 2017 ns
silvervi
Affection
 Feb 2017 ns
silvervi
I wanna see you again
I miss your eyes
I wanna see you again
This madness, skies

I wanna feel your warmth
Your evidence
I wanna feel you more
Than ever did

I wanna touch you
Please, let me to
I wanna hug you gently
Under the moon

I wanna see your happiness
The crazy one
I wanna feel your breath
Until it's gone
 Feb 2017 ns
KB
blue roses and unzipped jackets, looks like the cold doesn't want to enter your skin again so its painting guesses on the corner of silver st. and goat lane, you thought that saying its all good baby baby would make your crown look bigger but the diamonds fell off instead
 Feb 2017 ns
Jurtin Albine
The day loves it—
To be loved.

Everyday is a new love.

Wondering when it can ever be enough...

And that’s why it’s safe to say,

That all the things in life are not just given away.

We’re traveling home,
As we roam,
While at our heels kicks destruction.

I’ve pushed them away—
I come oh, so, close.

A seat in the mind—
I do not know,
But I also don’t…

Such is myself and I,
Or her and herself—
(Or everyone and everybody else.)

And both in eyes…

I can take a hint.

I can fiend a disguise,
One which won’t portray a goodbye,
Or fill up the day in the life with lies.

But often is enough to know
That the safe to “says”
That say,

That every day is a new love.

And that is still—
Not enough.
 Feb 2017 ns
Graff1980
My Muse
 Feb 2017 ns
Graff1980
My muse is a decadent goddess
Smart strong and modest
Light brown smooth skin
And twice as delicious, my friend
A smile so charming
That it’s almost alarming
On a scale from one to ten
She is two times an eleven
And better than that
Has the spirit to match

My muse is the early morning
When it is barely storming
Earth soft and slippery
Cold but only slightly
Sun slowly rising
Sound of birds chirping
Deer just outside my door
Been there since four
Trees swaying
I can hear my muse a playing

My muse is a soft jazz song
With no word for me to sing along
Just a gentle sax moaning with pleasure
Piano in the background taking its measure
So deep and sweet that it could rock me to sleep
I smile because my muses loves me
My muse is tranquility
In everything
I hear taste or see
Such an awesome level ecstasy

Though my muse may astound and confuse me
Run from or pursue me
She is always there
She is everywhere
From a child’s eye lit with wonder
To the sight of lightening sounding thunder
Even my once or future lover
From the lips that I may never kiss
To the loved ones I will always miss
My muse is the perfect mistress
So this is a love letter to who
To all my million muses especially you
 Feb 2017 ns
Porter Olsson
A lonely boy lays in his bed
Memories and thoughts drift through his head
Thoughts of a girl begin to snow
And fall through his mind, but she’ll never know
How much she means, maybe years from now
She’ll realize, looking back, and knowing how
He looked at her, but it’s too late
For them to try again, for even fate
Has shed its tears, for love unreaped
The go their way, Lachesis sleeps
The two live on, a pair unmatched
the boy never forgets, his heart unlatched
And through the years, the earth forgets
But the boy, now a man, will never let
The thought of her, his girl, his love
Ever fade, for they’ll meet above
A wise, old man sleeps in his bed
Memories and thoughts drift through his head
Thinking of his long lived life
And holding through his pain and strife
Was the memory of the girl so close
The beauty of the sea, the smell of a rose
He thinks of her, peaceful once more
He takes a breath, and gently lets go
Thought I'd write something special for Valentine's Day
Not your typical lovey dovey poem but it's meaningful
Thanks for reading- I hope you like it :)
 Feb 2017 ns
Steven L Herring
There's no light here
This side of the moon is dark and cold
No one to save you
No ansible to broadcast your dismay home

Dead, dry eyes
and dark circles
underlying years of sleepless nights
accented with coffee stained teeth

Everybody dies
Nobody lives forever,
and everybody lies
a little, but some are more clever

With western eyes in a leathery skin,
we drag ourselves on over the bodies
over the broken souls
of victim and predator akin

But take heart, my friend!
It's not so dreary as it appears
Substitute sadness for independence
and confidently embrace the end.

There's no light at the end of this tunnel,
but take heart!
Embark on your final journey traveler!
There never was a tunnel to begin with
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