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-elixir- Jun 2020
I lay in the embrace
Of the grass,
As my heart
Leaps euphoric,
To absorb the light,
The celestial glory,
From the heavenly
abode of stars,
Above me, in the sky.
I wanna dance in the light with the brightest star.
Ale Jun 2020
We play with bright yellows,
Oh, my spirit child,
Your smile innocent
Revamps my heart!
And I tell you stories,
Those you love so much,
We hum favorite melodies,
And repeat after poets,
You amaze me with stories
Never thought of before,
Formative years, childhood,
Fearless, creativity flourishes!
Image of myself, reflected
But way back in time, sweet!
I’ve cried downpours,
Shaking in your name,
Cause I know your essence
Won’t remain unscathed.
Your love so pure!
Shadow Jun 2020
Look! Today is no longer grey!
Look! The ashen clouds've gone away!
Nothing can break me today!

Look! The birds are singing again,
Look! Just watch the branches dance!
And with a very simple glance,
You'll see that nature is sadness' bane.

The vibrant flowers bloom once more,
The wind's hand is no longer cold,
The sun shines with all his might,
I am no longer filled with spite...
the sun's beaming face
did smile upon the landscape
with a bright visage
Bhill Jun 2020
the icy ink flowing from my pen was cold enough for concern
the words laying down on my manuscript was not, what was in my head
it appeared to be a warning of some kind
warnings of a mad soul
a soul, living in darkness, surrounded with the brightest of colors
colors, sitting in the background of happiness, just lingering
waiting for the right time to circulate again...

Brian Hill - 2020 # 154
Find your colors...
Maja Jun 2020
The moon isn’t meant to be warm
it’s not meant to be bright,
the reason we see it,
is because of a reflection of the sun’s light.

The moon isn’t meant to be warm
The way it shines is cold
a silver light,
not fire and gold

You don’t compare,
night and noon
the sun is the sun
and the moon is the moon
kiran goswami May 2020
The sun burns brighter today.
I think another poem for the moon is completed.
Diana May 2020
Her smile is the rising sun
A beacon that you can’t outrun
    Loved by all
        Surpassed by none
A thing that serves to dazzle and stun

Her smile is a blinding sight
A glow that lights the darkest night
    It feels perfect
        It feels right
A capsule of both pain and delight

Her smile is the hope long lost
That begs you to forget all the costs
    Warmer than fire
        Colder than frost
A reminder of the joy you’ve crossed

Her smile is a shining star
A flare that’s seen both near and far
    A water that cools
        A knife that scars
Within we can see who we really are

— OrcasTogether
:)
Sreeyaa May 2020
Bright city lights,
I’ve never seen dark nights,
except the ones in my head,
only darkness seems to spread
Shin May 2020
What it must mean to softly be in love.
Truthful nothingness lit by candlelight.
How I must wish to hold hope's hand in mine.
We sit, we stew, we stare, and storm along.
Your sympathy, your sorrow, your smile,
all grace the fetid plain of my mind's eye.
I wish you joy, a brighter tomorrow.

Alone I'll sit, alone I'll sing this song.
Alone you'll rest, alone you'll find the dawn.
A goodbye, or perhaps a new hello.

Moments flicker, circles begin and end.
A past's future will let you start again.

Farewell, be free to greet your Severus.
But please, just let me act the Damien.
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