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Shofi Ahmed Jan 4
Kohl black night
forehead is so full.
Countless myriad
stars eye on every angle.
Who knows how many more
look for one more black nook?
Mystic Ink Plus Apr 2021
For the person
Like us
We yearn to understand
Every Colors
Various Shapes
Transient Moods
Amusing Lies
Even a slight change in expression
And every other details

But it's that vibe
Where we truly reside
That drives us

To portray you
Diksha Prashar Jun 2020
I saw an angel,

Flying with hymns.

Suicide is never the sign.
Elaine Yu May 2020
Fall / by Elaine Yu

i know why it is called “fall”
Like a piece of heaven fall
Wait for us and never fade
Not until your laughter echoed in the valley
Not until the mud splashed on our shoes
Not until you conquered the hill and creek
Not until you gave me your precious self-made hiking stick
Not until you played enough in this fall

That year an angle fall
Ignite my world with a smile
And love I fall into
Never fall apart
Written on my son’s 14 year’s old birthday
Noticing some angle dust on the fances of my window
"attended to conquer the fiction, through my entire imagination"
was my consistent motto
got to eliminate the prison of mind
& Trying to get the whole world breathig!
Nat Lipstadt Mar 2019
~for Star BG~*

the visualization exists and persists like a pea burr
under a princess mattress,
the old poet in confession reveals he is a 180 degree sinner,
hail mary, yeah baby,
but the 90 degree was deemed so correct that blessed as right,
intuited and taught as the first of the geometric earth geo-phases,
first even before,
the Kabbalist circles found in early man’s cave
star drawings

who has time or patience to lean on a base tree trunk,
sitting, becoming an emboldened line compelling complimentary,
a human addition to seal a natural right angle,
blessed are they,
good luck to all of us,
for he who feels peace, brings it forth,
no messiah required,
when humans use their bodies and trees,
to make a rightful peace sign,
humans breathe the forest oxygen
preserving both
3/21 10:11am
a thank you poem.

in every comment and message,
you seed the next one!
Gods1son Mar 2019
All things bright and beautiful
All things night and pitiful
It all depends on the angle
It all depends on perspective
Love is pure
Love is poor
Again, angle and perspective
TheIntruder Jan 2019
Early morning bliss
Angel by my side
Gentle loving kiss
No more goodbyes
Shadow Dragon Dec 2018
On four wheels
and on my knees.
Warm colorful tones
and cracking bones.
Up in the sky
and down to hell.
A trip I take everyday,
to feel well.
Foggy windows,
foggy minds
creating beautiful times.
Pulling the string
that makes me do things
which would make an angle
loose her wings.
She would forget to fly
and then peacefully die.
Özcan Sh Nov 2018
Big blue waves danced
I heard an angel sang
She wore a long white dress

She had a charming smile and
Her eyes were shone like stars

The angel in white came closer to me
And sat down next to me

Our hearts began to pound louder
I grabbed her delicate hand
Kissed her slowly to the neck

She laid her head on me
And we felt in love
With the beat in our chest.
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