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Paul J V Jul 2020
(Internet dating in the COVID lockdown)

Floating again in cyberspace,
hopping from cloud to cloud
hoping and hoping to face
her placed but not embraced

Head spinning, not acid spaced
nor aced in love misplaced,
smiles at angel eyes and face,
Silver *****, is it  legally laced?  

Left wondering when she might drop around
to unpack the cosmos or something profound,
or not profound, a quirky man, not unsound
but tossed on the life affirming shore of hope,
hope we might, in the line of mortal time elope.                          
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copyright 2020 Paul J. V
Lara Jul 2020
Blue eyes change due to the feeling a person has

Darker blue eyes are showing their spark when I’m getting tired
The sparks in my eyes can’t take very good glances anymore

They shine bringst and light when the weather is getting better and when I’m happy
They shine just like the clouds with wind coming for them

When the emotions are overwhelming my eyes look like an ocean
All the same but different
Different colours who can’t find the right place just like waves trying to catch each other in the ocean

My eyes are like a colourboard of feelings
You can read way much from the eyes than from the smile
Jenish Jul 2020
I wish to be the gentle breeze
Sweeping tearful eyes
Of the weary midday flower.
Or to be the horrid shadow
Casting fearful darkness
For a passer-by to rest.
A rippling river of white
I wish to be the one
Drenching thirst of arid earth.
Or to be a dancing wave
Of the mighty sea
Playing with a child.
A guild of fleeting clouds
Hiding splendid sun
For a homeless soul
Or the canopy of green
Thwarting rain for a home
I wish to be the one.
I wish to be a cresset
Guiding glimpse of hope
In the prosaic paths of pangs
Or to be a firefly
In the dim toilsome journey
Of a soul to his divine home.
Mark Wanless Jul 2020
the cloud exists in the mind
i see i see now
turn around look at future
Mujen Suraj Jun 2020
I look at up
I find,
The Sky is everywhere
open and vast.

And then I want to fly,
Like a cloud ready to rain.

So I can move to your town,
find you sitting at the window.

Lost in deep thoughts, I am unaware about.
And I will fall in your front yard,
make your thoughts wet.

And, compel you to think more, and more.
Then you look at up the sky.

You will find the same sky.
And you will wish to be a wind, wandering and come to my town.

You find me, with arms spread wide to the sky.
I am in the open field, waiting for the wind to come and caress my hair. Touch me and make me happy.
Max Neumann Jun 2020
apart from the city, steven is sleeping
his fur is made of sunlight
steven's retinals, archives of memories, are glowing

beneath is a lake that reflects the shining
steven's relaxed glimpse swims on the surface
earlier, his pack was murdered

above his head, an orbital cloud is floating
ghosts of the dead ones
urge to communicate

across the lake, a maze of wishes
drifts through the water
empty faces, eyeless and earless
Today is a good day.
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