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Moon Wright Jan 2018
The List!
The List!!
The List!!!
My one wish
Is to be on the list
With the letter
A or B
Next to my name
Signifying the greatness
To come with the letter
The title to come with the letter
The position to come with the letter
Yet I cannot see this list
Unless someone is so kind
To post it for all to see
The List!
The List!!
The List!!!
My future withheld in The List!!!
WordsOnly Jan 2018
a little walk outside

look at the sunset light, gently wafting through the chilling air, and take a deep breath

feel the warmth of dim glowing nostalgia

listen to the fading susurrus of some last remaining leaves aloft between frail twigs

do you perceive their hushed conversation with all those carefree drifting snowflakes

heralds of the coldest, of the calmest of all times

rich in hazy grayness
rich in homely coziness

are you excited about upcoming burts of dull childish laughter, scattered by agile winds, amongst bright shining white plains

searching for a name of this feeling
expectation
excitement
wistfulness
anticipation

all at once

welcome wintertime
My boyfriend makes electronic music so this refers to one of his songs called "Winter's come" (some other poems of this kind will follow)
Jack Mandala Dec 2017
You know it's funny to think you would bring this upon me
An obsession that is driving me to the edge
Classmate at first glance and soulmate with deeper inspection
Beauty on the outside and mystery within

As I sip on this wine I look into your eyes
Some roses and a glimpse of euphoria is what I see
Your nature matches a silent film
Quiet, but impactful

My only anticipation is your reciprocation
A one way desination
You're more than a weekend vacation
Don't mistaken my straightforwardness for desperation
I'm beyond obsessed with you
showyoulove Dec 2017
Watch for the star shining in the east
Watch for the prowling of the beast
Watch for the light that neither falters nor dims
Listen for the sound of the angelic hymns

Watch for the coming of the one true king
Watch for the baby in the manger
May we bless him by the gifts we bring
May we see him in the face of the stranger

Watch for the day that is drawing near
Watch and be wary so you can hear
Him when he comes in all his glory
To write the final chapter in creation’s story

Watch and wait with bright joyful eyes
Watch Christ and ever stay fixed on the prize
Watch and see the greatest gift the world got
Do we remember or acknowledge? I think we have not

I wish I could see what Jesus sees when he looks at you and me
I wish I understood the price he paid to set us all free
I wish I could turn our thinking upside down
And I wish I could make people smile more than frown

I wish a lot of things but what can I do to make an impact
To change or save a life and not be an act
The little things we do can turn the world
There is poetry in all nature and a flower unfurled

So let us watch for the coming of our precious savior’s birth
Reminding the world just how much we’re worth
That Christmas is so much more than just stuff
We have family friends and faith and that is quite enough
Kewayne Wadley Dec 2017
Nothing hurts more than anticipation.
The fear of the unknown.

 

A love yet spoken.
Unspoken in desire.

 

Yet it sits and grows in the vase planted.
An odd since of humor. 
It learned to smile.

 

Sprouting buds and leaves.
The taller it grew no longer
could it hide this desire.
Wrapping itself in vine.

 

Choosing to explore the unknown.
A love yet spoken.
Seen from the height of the vase planted.
It learned to smile more.

 

Finding a love seen from behind the glass.
It yearned for the sun,
Sleeping only when it couldn't be seen.
The sun.

 

The nourishment of dreams, granting peace.
A means to grow almost overnight.
Discovering more than this warmth felt root to stem.

 

The manifestation of the smallest thing.
Held tight, each bud, every leaf.
Symbolic of the heights reached.

 

Learning to speak in amplified volume.
It painted itself in infatuation.
Removing the price tag from the vase.

 

One of the greatest loves
Ever grown
Replanted outside.
Soaring above the clouds
Kinsey Williams Nov 2017
There's this space between yes and no.

Between a nod of the head or a shake.

It's after you confess, "hey... I like you”, and before the other replies.

A kind of limbo of ticking bombs that makes you feel like you might explode.

But it also makes you feel safe.

A space where nothing has gone right just yet, but nothing has gone wrong either.

A mixture of eager anticipation and fear.

A happy, in-between where nothing is built or destroyed.
showyoulove Nov 2017
Tonight I wait with joyful expectation
And join my voice with all creation
Now is the time to prepare and be bold
That we may not be left out in the cold
Prepare our hearts and minds for your coming soon
In our hearts let us make you room
A child was born on a cold dark winter night
To take us out of our darkness and into the light
A little baby so helpless and small
Would one day be the savior of us all
I wait with hope and joy so pure
And pray that this glow would have some allure
I wait for the star that guides me to your birth
And I pray you look with favor on this earth
We have turned from you; your truth, life and ways
We have let sin and death into our days
Help us do what is right and just
Give us the strength to do what we must
By the prayers of your people Lord
Come to our aid and let your mercy be out poured
Give us your great love for our fellow man
Let love take over our streets and land
Grant us peace of heart and mind
And that the good we seek, we may find
Fill us up as we empty ourselves for the King
And with the Heavenly Host now let us acclaim
The one was and is and will forever reign
Written tonight during Adoration at St. Patrick’s Catholic Church
RiBa Nov 2017
My ceramic heart
Trembles in anticipation
For the sound of her anklets
Upon my wooden door

The scent of Jasmine
Permeates my being
And i lie drunk
In her thoughts and dreams

Her smouldering glance
An ***** for my soul
Her enigmatic smile
Radiant as moonbeams

The iridescent firefly
Does its dainty dance in this magical night
Every pore of my being is alive

And i hear a soft knock at my door!
Peter Bonvoisin Nov 2017
Fingers tracing the back of your hand,
Slowly, barely touching
They travel up your arm,
Down your back,
To cup and pull towards me
Hard bodies against each other
        Soft lips against each other;
Each skip and caress
Played out by your hands
Sets fire to my body,
We move together,
Writhing bodies,
Hastily
              We undress each other
Heat of our lips and mouths meeting,
There we stand naked;
A pause to drink with my eyes,
The full figure of my enhanced desire,
We reach forwards
       Quivering
Writing to you when I can't be there, promises of the future.
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