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feels like you're floating at the universe
counting stars to prove your passion at first
all to know is to be like the light year;
hasty on safety!
Sam Manfre Aug 2019
The indecisive winter pondered what it meant to be warm.
“O the downfall of the snow,
For it does not match the Way of my heart.”
“This lonesome white,
This vampire swallowing all things with color.
A Way I once took solitude
and contentment in,
does not nearly prove my desire to Burn.”
“O To burn as Mercilessly as time’s ember
not taking any prisoners, no concern
in Not one being’s day.”

So the winter shone golden when dawn came again
and basked in the cries of all those below.
“The Summer!”
The winter quite liked those cries
and vowed to always be warm to the touch.

As true as death,
As mighty as Dionysus,
the sun shone.
Regurgitated yellow
over all the green splendor
and had all the people flooding into their waters.
“O I am Aglow!
O I am a warm hand to hold
as I beckon the people to come out onto the streets!
How I have yearned for such admiration—
to see all the humans
wiggling like worms,
sprawled in the grass.
O I shall Never grow cold again!”

Until the day came
the people stopped coming out.
Until they begged their boiling skies to send cooler days.
Until December stopped feeling like December
and the hair on top of their heads just longed for a breeze whispering the first words of winter.

The indecisive summer couldn’t help but think.
“ O Could it be true?
O Can a kiss from two different lovers
fill your heart from two different ends?
Can the melancholy ballad of a tragedy
play just as loud
as the roar of a comeback?
To Burn and to Freeze
To Sing and to Weep
To Scream and to Listen
To Understand and to Lose
May we never Breathe without one or the other
because we may never Live without one or the other.”

Only then was the reign of the Seasons
and the people never grew tired.
Winds blowing them northward to grace all day
to blow them southward to hellfire the next.
And the people never grew tired.
Aa Harvey Aug 2019
A collection of ‘Love is…’ Poetry

Love is born.
Love is raised.
Love is family,
Beyond the grave.

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Aa Harvey Jul 2019
A collection of ‘Love is…’ Poetry

Love is old.
As old as time.
Love is following me.
I wish it would die.

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Aa Harvey Jul 2019
A collection of ‘Love is…’ Poetry

Love is unfaithful.
Love lies.
I have never had true love,
So all my love’s I despise.

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Aa Harvey Jul 2019
A collection of ‘Love is…’ Poetry

Love is poetry.
Love is my world.
Give me good loving,
So that I can build.

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Aa Harvey Jul 2019
A collection of ‘Love is…’ Poetry

Love is free.
Give it to me.
Love has what I need;

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Aa Harvey May 2019
A collection of ‘Love is…’ Poetry

Love is rescue.
Love is grace.
Love is true-blue,
Or love is misplaced.

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Amanda Shelton Apr 2019
All around,
the dark memories gathered.

My pain grew as cold chills
fell against my naked soul.

My tear’s smite me,
and upon their release
my essence drips
to the wicked earth that
will in prison me someday
underneath a gravestone.

In agony I hang my head,
as oblivion approaches
with a cold reminder
I am alone, my tear’s
fell upon darkened times
hydrating my doom.

The devil taunt’s me
reminding me of my
appending doom.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
Welcome to my new poetic collection ****** Quill’s.

Upon these pages I leave behind my tear’s and frustrations. Within my poetic translations you can find truth, struggle, love, and bit’s of my broken design. I am blessed with a gift of writing poetry and drawing. I hope you enjoy my poetic designs.
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