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Rabab Liakat Aug 2015
What i like about photographs is that they capture a moment that’s gone forever, impossible to reproduce!!
Joshua Adam Jul 2015
a rose with her smell
as the beauty of first love
captured memories
Very Short Haiku Poetry - Poetry with a message worth a thousand words
Joshua Adam Jul 2015
Memories of Love**

Drowning in emotions, as your heart pines
you study her like a book, seeing the signs
what could you do, by chance you met her
unable to foresee, your heart she would stir

Waiting was killing me, deciding this is my stance
a game of nerves, there won't be another chance
with all my prayers, preparing for this special day
having spent so much time, thinking of what to say

So stunningly beautiful, my imagination did rise
now if she would look my way, my greatest prize
how to bring it about, to let her know how I feel
perhaps she won't believe me, her heart to steal

A love waits to be found, although its owner is lost
what I would not do for this love, whatever its cost
I've been imprisoned, and my emotions are on trial
love now at the mercy of another, there is no denial

Approaching from behind, placing my hands over her eyes
as I whispered "guess who" in her ear, but it was no surprise
she suspected who it was, finding out she too felt something
my heart was ready to burst, my blood pressure was jumping

My life was at a turning point, and feelings of love were at a stage
a love with depth and meaning, captured in a book on every page
as I look back to that time in my life, longing again for this feeling
in youth this love, fueling this happiness, was the ultimate healing

Coming to the end of my book, memories of past love have faded
reliving this happiness and serenity, can no longer be anticipated
yet, while you are still young find this love, for in your heart it sets
memories fade, but love remains, because the heart never forgets
Memories of Love might fade, but where it reigns it forever remains
georje naïf Jun 2015
His arms is where I was taken
His smile was like my heaven
His innocent face in front of mine
That made him look like an Angel
His manly voice whenever he speaks
Sounds like a beautiful melody for me
His tallness was an advantage
He hugs me so tight
Like he won't let go of me
His presence was enough
To give me more courage
And to made me feel so contented
It was simply taken me back
Because that was all a memory
That make me still **Captivated
Perfection is his name.
Ashley Singh Apr 2015
This deafening dead air has never left my side.
After a while, I couldn't speak anymore
Breathing became a difficulty that it left my throat sore
This parasite that had entered my body only put me in danger
I was its host.
Its target.
Its purpose for ambition.
When it happened to be the purpose of this penumbra upon my heart that's now disintegrated
However, this turn of events that occurred before my very eyes just so happened to be a big flash of light because within a matter of seconds after you being in my sight for the first time, all my issues had just seemed to have disappeared.
I was left speechless...
Kristy May 2015
Your words dance
Landing perfectly
Upon my heart
Like a slow motion glide
The ballet begins
Raising the rate
With each breath
Commanding the stage
Demanding an audience
From a simple Plie'
Stretching, pushing, pressing
To the long awaited
Yet under rated Pirouette
Your words land
Holding life in your hands
Capturing me
K.Turnage
5-8-15
ryn May 2015
Let me be captured by the night.
Engrossed in the conversation
between the stars.
Syncopated twinkling like...
thousands of fireflies
trapped within sealed jars.

Let me be enslaved by the moon.
As I drink her glow in
greedy insatiable gulps.
Crestfallen...
Her beam with an agenda...
As the landscape she sculpts.

Let me be ensnared by my solitude.
But I hear crickets...
Chirping and chipping away at my
bastion of dreamstate.
Persistent calls
I try to shun
that never abates.

Let me be trapped in my thoughts.
So I could harness...
And immortalise them in
indelible careless scribbles.
Erecting and...
Rebuilding them from the
rubble of conflicting squabbles.

Let me be overwhelmed
by the mess of my being...**
Let me wallow
Then emerge strong from this
decrepit state of mind.
Let me breathe heavy from my
punctured lungs.
So I could heal in time before
true solace
in this dark,
I would find.
Silence Screamz Mar 2015
A trip to sinful means,
I have traveled down insanity's path

A mist induced path of my ****** mind
drowned out by the mental inferior pictures of life

Pictures that are stuck in time,
A moment, a place, a breathe and a soul

A soul captured by a quick shutter and stolen
Taken from the filth of my ******* visions

My own visions of lust and desire, Stop it!!
This is my ****** up trip of unraveled morality
lust desires captured by the lens of time
RW Dennen Dec 2014
What tempest rules the earth
around her girth clasps her axe
Thunderous lightening in twisted gales
forlorns amazon anger with her gods
Her voice screams for victory sought
in rumblings of the earth below
Touch not her heart of many stones
unless you dare to feel her wrath
upon your bones and wrench you
and ****** into the further pit of hell,
where dismal screams are heard
from bitter depths below
And snake like chains grind the cold
stonehenge ground pulled by bleeding ankles to the bone
Seek not merciful guidence from her wrath
or shelter from her axe or kindness from cold
black eyes but quiver from her icy demon touch
Succubus her nature be, she draws the air from you and me and yet a tempest all in one
Be hastened away by her tempest shrill
and collar you for good
Be alert not to roam too far
from your neighborhood
Chris Bruinsma Nov 2014
A moment, captured
Perfectly
A detail, remembered
Sharply
A recollection, visualized
Clearly
A camera given a soul.
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