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declan morrow Jun 2019
i loved him because
of how
in need of love
he was

tending to his
bruises and scars
stitching his wounds
days were full
of tears
of joy

i loved him because
loving him
was like
feeling summer's first breeze

we struggled together
we struggled with ease
Bryce Jun 2019
Look at the tree
Such soft bark, those hard leaves

It has no place for me to see
Just fuzzied lines in a dappled breeze.
Kewayne Wadley Jun 2019
And like the night breeze
Her love comes quietly, patiently.
A breeze spoke soft between her lips
Softly rapping on my ears.
And like the calm of the breeze
I am at pleasant thought
Lost in ultimate stillness.
No matter the amount of noise from the rest of the world
Nothing could interrupt this peace of mind.
Her love the night breeze coming as a quiet hush
And I, ever so thankful for the amount of calm that follows.
The rest of the world slowly swallowed by peace
If for but a moment.
Everything makes sense.
Until that moment I never really noticed
How often this breeze would come.
Until that moment I never really noticed
that some nights this breeze rarely comes
Anastasia Jun 2019
The wind is lonely.
Every day he searches for someone to love, or to just talk to.
He searches high and low, with no progress.
He writes poems to the sky, but she is too beautiful and vain, while he is invisible and nothing,
He sings to the ground, but she is too harsh and cold.
The wind is lonely, In a way that no one understands.
But I do.
And when I die, my soul will go to be with the wind.
I will comfort the wind until neither of us is alone.
And I will help him bring warm breezes to the earth, so no one is lonely.
im pretty sure i wrote this when i was twelve or thirteen. i still like it tho. maybe one of my favorites <3
Dawn May 2019
you remind me of quiet weekends —
of breezy morning air touching skin,
of warm bright sunlight touching skin,
of silent calm waves touching skin,
of bed silk covers touching skin,
of skin touching skin.
i've been thinking about a concept and i started writing it, only to feeltheneed to separate it into different poems because of the different writing patterns i have thought of
Sadia May 2019
Drifting downwards on the stony hills, only to be picked up by the breeze,
I can hear my lover's voice echo off on the lonely landscape.
Where are you, my love? Your voice plays like a sadden tune,
It sinks into the chambers of my heart.
I am unsettled; I search for you aimlessly.
Wisps of dark clouds form, a gush of wind picks up, I am caught in the midst of a storm.
Again, distance and time conspire to separate us.  
Unable to see, I can hear only raucous roars of thunder and lighting.
Your voice fades away.
As the wretched winds push me, I try despairingly to hold on to something.
The storm gently ceases. My eyes open, I see my arms wrapped around you.
Two lovers lost finally come together forever.
Holding hands ​down the paths we walk,
As the splendent ​sun slowly sinks in the hills,
a new chapter awaits where love finally blooms
Please let me know if any lines should be changed. Your suggestions will be helpful for me to become a better writer.
Colm May 2019
Park bench sitting
Hands aching
Side-by-side

As strangers ask
Quiet questions pass
Like cotton seeds

As an opportunity
The breeze
Passes us by

Blown
Shoot
https://youtu.be/0XZJ5mD6nSU
Uuntrix May 2019
At dawn, barefoot.
Breeze was playing our favorite song
The moon lay above us
Hmm.. the stars,
Splendid and bottomless.

She gazed deeply into his eyes
His eyes … so mesmerizing,
For those she could die.

--- She breathed deeply to remember this time ---

Have you ever imagined us together?
Another life or another universe?
She asked him, looking at the calm sea shore.
He kissed her eyes.

White sand, yum food, cold beers,
Lively conversation, salty air and him.
A single word need not be said
All is in, these little moments with him.

July, 2017
Urantseren B.
Muhammad Usama May 2019
Hark, while the wasteland breathes out silent whims,
And see, as night's aura cloaks distant trees;
A sinister echo of ancient hymns,
Floats up, in a creeping midsummer breeze.

As the miles sum up - an anxious bearing,
Rushes a vague fright up the fragile spine;
But with the city lights on watch, nearing,
This unsettling fear slides down the incline.

The unattended anxiety does go,
Which this travel in the dark did arise;
City lights torch a new fret although,
But far less weary, it, in question, lies.

Wearisome measures of the restless nights,
Merit resistance by the city lights.
Based on what traveling away from home to another city feels like to me.
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