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 Mar 2015 Sofia
Brandi R Lowry
Saying goodbye
To someone you love
Is like reading the final page
Of an amazing book.

As the last chapter ends
You begin to notice
Just how beautiful
And perfect
The plot always was.  

You appreciate the joy
And even the pain
As you read and thumb
Through every page.

Finally understanding
The moral of the story,
You realize you've reached
The end of this journey.

Although the last sentence  
Is the most difficult to read
Another great book awaits
Once you turn the final page.

Eventually you may stumble
Upon yet another great find.
Or maybe you'll return
To the book you left behind.

You may just discover
Once all is said and done
That this particular book  
Was your favorite story
All along.
For Ty & Des ❤️
Love, where did it make?
And how my love far away from your heart
How it moves through my life?

It installed early when river initiated from a waterfall
It roosts into soul and flows through the vein and vale
And it is seeking the sea where it melts with me

The high Himalayas are out of my range
I could not climb it, she thought
And it makes a dark shadow

The difference between you and me
The shadow as the twilight of the horizon
And after then the dark,
The very dark wall

The poet has a pair of dreaming wings like an angel
And his mind is a gay in such a jocund company

He could, she can break the shadow in mind and soul
How long the shadow!
How thick the wall!
That never stronger than the passion of a poet -

@ Musfiq us shaleheen  & Vanessa Gatley
Love: the unlimited inspiration of a poet/poetess.......
 Aug 2014 Sofia
WendyStarry Eyes
Jealousy is so very sad to me
It is a form of inadequacy
When someone makes fun of what others have overcome
Or they resign another's accomplishments of time
They are really beating at their own soul
Giving inadequacy all control
So next time you feel jealousy take control of your heart
Send it packing
Celebrate, who knows, that may be when your success starts
 Aug 2014 Sofia
Stripper Thoughts
Fake hair
Fake name
Fake nails
Fake game

Fake smile
Fake tan
Fake brow
Fake can

Fake laugh
Fake lips
Fake brow
Fake ****

Buried deep
Under all this fake
Is a girl
With money t' make
 Aug 2014 Sofia
Josiah Wilson
Poets seem sad to me
Because we feel more
And we hold on tight
And when we hurt, we write

Our tears fall on paper
In the form of words
Thoughts in scribbled ink
As our hearts begin to sink

Other people's pain fades
And drifts away with time
But a poet's hurt will stay
There on the tear stained page
Not my best, but after reading a lot of poems on here, I wanted to write this.

Also desiderium: an ardent desire or longing; especially :  a feeling of loss or grief for something lost (From Merriam-Webster)
 Aug 2014 Sofia
Maria
Distraction
 Aug 2014 Sofia
Maria
You.
You are so **** annoying.
Go away.
But you're so lovely,
So stay.


© maria.who

(Comment below please)
 Aug 2014 Sofia
Rumi
Do You Love Me?
 Aug 2014 Sofia
Rumi
A lover asked his beloved,
Do you love yourself more
than you love me?



The beloved replied,
I have died to myself
and I live for you.



I’ve disappeared from myself
and my attributes.
I am present only for you.



I have forgotten all my learning,
but from knowing you
I have become a scholar.



I have lost all my strength,
but from your power
I am able.



If I love myself
I love you.
If I love you
I love myself.
 Aug 2014 Sofia
bluple
the boy
 Aug 2014 Sofia
bluple
to the boy who inspired my poetry, thank you.
between the confusion and the somewhere deep likes
your aura sent me poem.
not that singular word but my own type of plural,
you brought me to poem.
between the hidden emotion
and
words unspoken because of lack of maturity or
ages too small to carry out big words,

between the deep hugs and hidden kisses,  glances making out.
you handed me poem.
your Hands touched my body into poetry    
you're golden brown eyes stared my soul naked                                            
soul of naked poem.

as sounds of face lifting joy.
loosen your brim to smile back at me.
returning my gaze

Connection..

to the boy who breathes the air i do
the boy who is skin as I am
the boy who stole my heart, just to return it.
THANK YOU. I AM GRATEFUL for this gift.
although we aren't together anymore. i still appreciate you.
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