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Shannon Soeganda Dec 2020


I can’t help but to
                                fall in awe
                                                   with her
                                                             ­      idyllic astonishment;

like how the moonbeam shines its ray
to lit up the darkened night sky
amongst all the unrest souls in their
                                                           ­     (not so)
                                                             ­                  blissful slumber.

I beg your pardon, m'lady—
for I have mistaken your
                                              b e a u t y
                                                               ­    for
                                                             ­      Misconstrued Paraselene.
Something is up with her physical health and I'm really concerned about her overall wellbeing. I hope she recovers fast and nothing serious is happening to her health.

                                                           Hereby, I abnegate my all to both of us.

but couldn't
the sky, but
when I can
reach for the
stars ✨
and dive
in the
moon, my
wish is
swim in
the pool
the clouds.
with the
Oh my
thought  in
the air
so fly high
in my
atmospherical wish.
They say these is a esthetic.
you really
find it
Beautiful clouds
Wonderful heavens
Quite amazing world.  

Lorena Nov 2020
in other worlds..." he corrected himself -

"The being in constant astonishment in other worlds - words, dies. Starves from too much food."

such astonishment to be unlearned in the meeting of two friends on a bench,
the opening of curtains to a blue-gold sky
the sheer pleasure of creating a world -
- and a person and a FEELING
from a black-inked nib and a white scratched page

trapped alone in astonishment, a seer
Cassandra of ordinary happenings.

look at the living that is being LIVED!
- and never believed.
Sunrise to sunset—nay, even beyond,
time in commitment to accomplishment,
the world demands my efforts to respond,
but I am struck dumb with astonishment.

Starry nights mind thoughts I cannot control,
while azure skies beg me to live my dreams.
The unconscious desires of my soul
zealously dominate my conscious streams.

It is day! A new day, with much to do!
Still, those earthly needs have been pushed aside.
I cannot rid myself of thoughts of you—
and I can think of nothing else beside.

Day has come, though the sunrise should inspire,
you are the inspiration I require.
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Cedric Jan 2017
An addiction to the color named red,
An affinity to feelings of dread,
Like waterfalls and raindrops, I feel drenched,
Clothed in a gown of crimson red is death.

Hemophilia causes excessive blood loss,
Just by being touched, you bloom like a rose!
Like roses with thorns that bleeds it's color.
To me who's bleeding out, "You're just a pose!"
I scream out with anguish, a quiet pause.
I lay in a pool of ****** dolor...

To me, you're lips are just like spikes and thorns,
With flowery words born from blooming roses,
As if an explosion of gray matter,
Were your poems that made me bleed all-out.
A sonnet of bleeding for various reasons. Dedicated to "someone", I poured out what circles around me, as if my own blood.
Val Vik Jul 2015
When it rains
    you love to dance
When wind blows
    you smile as your hair flows
When it shines
    you raise your arms to the skies
When earth's soo soft
    you feel the energy as it sets off
Akhiz Munawar May 2014
When it begins to seem that all days are the same
And all the moments just carry one emotion and feel
When you don’t feel anything or know that you are happy or sad
Even anger or astonishment never passes through you
And you feel that you are waiting for something you don’t even know what it is
But in the quite of the day and sometimes at night
You open your box of memories and stare
Because you forget to forget what you promise yourself to forget
To be afraid of that box and never to open it again
But you still take a glance and take a deep breath
Take a look at the moments now buried in sands of time
Smiles that conquered the day for you
Echoes of laughter that filled your heart
Memories of times that enriched your soul
Forgiveness you don’t know you seek or you want to give
Those sudden Goodbyes that never occurred
Suddenly you close the box and tell your heart
Not tell but you make a promise not to come near it
Because now you know what you didn't knew then
That those moments were the best of times and are gone
Taught you so many thing you didn't knew back then
And you again make a promise this time
Never again

— The End —