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Wren Djinn Rain Jul 2015
If only luck would up and show
fortune for the fortunately
clinging on,
those blessed with life
though impetus bent
for one toe only touching the floor
with a venomous claw
for virulence and love
both impediment to the **** we gnaw
if only luck would wind a boot
to the fortunately clinging on
those blessed with life only
danger dismissed with no teeth
fortune for the titanic maw
sprawl
Rick Warr Feb 2015
sometimes I stop at you
and look
with eyes of grateful wonder
your spirit still all shiny
yet you are still here with me

yes  some things aggravate
but why should they, if unsurprising?
they shouldn't really get to me
it's  your different way of singing

well-seasoned are my campaigns
i've loved and lost a few
i come with all my baggage
to be here with you

i think that I am blessed
and live by this adage
happy with a playful angel
not being unaccompanied baggage
Written in a moment of relationship gratitude
VentEmotion Jul 2015
I get so excited when I exude my talent.
God's giving talent .
Art is my passion , my domain ,
It runs through my entwined veins ..
I speak colors and I breath strokes.
Life was giving to art on my pallet of joy.
Me and my pencil of hope
Striked a canvas with a point of raw ,
And concluded it with a master mind piece of my heart. #MyArt
Hyacinth Jul 2015
Didn't know how
Absolutely clueless
Eagered to find out
Relied on my guesses
Emptied  my doubts
Left'em behind
Loving her til'
Eternal life of mine
Time won't hinder
Now and forever
On every pain I'm suffering
Comes with me realizing
How I started on the first place
Enlightened that you are my blessing
First poem I've composed in my 25 years of existence. Dedicated to my one true love who introduced me to poem writing and appreciation who also happens to be my inspiration behind this poem.
Mashawn Copeland Jul 2015
Blessed people are those who simply acknowledges their blessings.
Mashawn Copeland Jul 2015
Once consumed in the depths of their heart you chose anchorite over following them into the dark. Though it was to their dismay, over all things the Lord shall stay...
Kiana Lynn Jul 2015
Raw;
I want you to see my flaws.
It’s crazy, right?
When my skin’s bare, caught in your stare, I don’t want to take flight.
You need to see me, the real me
and not want to flee
because then I’ll know it’s real-
that there’s truth in what I feel.
Your hands caress me,
and soon I’m lost at sea-
No, I’m lost in ecstasy.
Your fingers tip-toe down my side,
leaving a trail of fire, from which I cannot hide.
Your name, lodged in my throat...
losing touch with reality, I’m trying to stay afloat.
Can you handle it?
Can you put up with my ****?
When the alcohol’s taken over
will you become rare to find, like a four-leaf clover?
Because it’s the alcohol that’ll show the deep parts of me,
along with when I’m tired, and it’s half past three,
you’ll get to know parts of me nobody else gets to see.
I’ll hand my secrets to you with one quiet plea,
“Keep them safe” and then with your promise I’ll feel free.
Until I wake, then it won’t be pretty,
you’ll get to see the nitty-gritty.
So can you put up with all of me?
Or do you want to flee?
I want you to see me raw,
because you’re slowly getting my defenses to thaw
and I need to be ready,
be able to get my heart to steady.
You’re a tidal wave,
one look, defenses down, and I know from then it’ll be you I crave.
But you need to be sure,
that what you’re feeling is pure.
So see me at my weakest,
and when I’m at my bleakest.
See me when I’m vulnerable with sleep,
and when all I can do is weep.
See me while I’m at my meanest,
and especially when I’m at my sweetest.
Know in your heart this is what you want,
and I’ll stand beside you, trying to seem nonchalant.
But when I know,
we’ll make sure to take it slow.
Every inch of me you’ll have memorized
and we’ll only stop when we need to re-energize.
The contours of your body will become an extension of myself
and we’ll be beside ourselves.
This love will be long,
and incredibly strong.
But you’ve got to be sure,
because once I have my taste, there will be no cure.
ALamar Jun 2014
How we treat ourselves
Is the tenor upon which we represent ourselves
The hell that raised us
Doesn't have to be the hell that sustains us
We are blessed to have our own minds
To choose the course we want for our own lives
Our course was meant to be a horizontal one
And it can only be undone by the One who called us to be his daughters and sons
We are not judges
We weren't put here to condemn
I believe it behooves all of us to leave that for Him
And while we may disagree whole heartedly by someone else's choices
What right do the rest of us have to be disrespectful and poisonous
We may have taken the traditional route and even made our lives better
But to make light of someone else's LIFE
Does little to make any of us better
It makes us lesser
Because in the end we are all the same
And we are all just one bad decision
From sharing the same blame
December 3rd
"I don't think I'll ever be able to understand why things have to be this way,
144 ..the amount of hours I spend being blind because I'm not seeing you those days,
Once a week makes one weak & bleak without you to colour me in,
Only a weeks end until we can reunite so I wait while we watch the weekend,
Seeking nothing else but your face, your embrace to fill the space,
Of this void I can't avoid like permanent errors with no option to erase,
All my first are your seconds and every second you aren't around,
I watch the shot clock drain me of possession until the buzzer sounds,
Games over but my coach left during the first quarter,
Yet I feel your presence around me like an invisible boarder,
Stay with me-just until I can spread my own wings,
Things aren't the same without that smile and all that it brings,
I've been feeling down under while trying to hold myself up like a car jack,
I call you ‘boomerang’ Dad ..because I'm still waiting for you to come back.”
-Isaac.Tanielu
A little letter I wrote as my son, Arioch, seeing life through his perspective. It was challenging in the sense I had to put myself in his shoes and see how he has been effected by his parents separation, especially with me not being around him 24/7 any more. The title is inspired by the fact I promised myself I would write a letter each week detailing everything that went on so when he was old enough he could understand what life was like at that time for me, but I grew lazy and procrastinated and ended up with only a few pages to show for months of experience-thus, this was the letter I owed him. Painful to write some segments but I can't deny the truth, through all this it only inspires me to become a better Father. Never become lazy, in ANYTHING. Whether it be school, work, sports, or even parenting. Enjoy your time with your children & love them unconditionally. No one should grow up feeling unwanted or deserted. Cherish your blessings. Dedicated to my fourth planet.
karen dannette Jun 2015
There's one thing I'm sure of
And it's beyond pure and clear
You are a heavenly angel
That God holds you dear.

I was blessed to have known you
And regret all I've done to hurt you
You never deserved anything so harsh and disrespectful
But, I was so dumb, I  never had a clue.

My love for you will never dwindle or weaken
In my heart, I feel your warmth and it grows every day
All of your painful memories, God continues to mold anew
Your love is strong and always true.

Oh mother, how blessed I was to be in your presence
Dear loved one, so sensitive and abused by your trust
If one thing, I would change for you
It would be your birth to another, ashes to ashes - dust to dust.
to my mother
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