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André Morrison Nov 2019
When the sun is down
The moon comes around to try & hug her
Night & day are lovers
Forever chasing each other
An endless endeavour like no other
They are meant for one another
Hiding their feelings behind the Earth's cover
During dusk & dawn, they blend their colours
It's their love they utter
The moon adores the sun more during summer
In awe of her in her element
Surrounded by stars, he stays celibate
Astounded by her being above par
Far above, yet still with benevolence
No one comes close, they're irrelevant
Shines so bright, she must be heaven sent
lua Nov 2019
your light crept into the nooks and crannies of neighbourhoods
lighting up the darkest of alleyways
when i step foot into your house
the space shines with colours i never knew i could see
i'll breathe in your radiance
even when your light fades into a familiar glow
i'll bask in you
even when the skies fade into the evening's blue
and all i ask is to feel your embrace
to feel your golden arms around me
even in the setting sun.
l0ser Oct 2019
Purples, blues, greens, pinks.
Colours of my mind,
when a wondrous sound rings.

Whispers and wardrobes and windowlight winks.
Invitations transport me.
Purples, blue, greens, pinks.

Fears and sorrys and hurting word stings.
i can supress all those,
when a wondrous sound rings.

Wishing and wonder and winding i thinks.
i’m enchanted by colours.
Purples, blues, greens, pinks.

But i do, and i am, and i wanted not and things.
i’m reminded of those,
when a wondrous sound rings.

i’ll do, and i’ll dream.
i’ll sorry and i’ll seem.
Purples, blues, greens, pinks,
When a wondrous sound rings.
lua Sep 2019
what does love feel like?
i heard it feels like butterflies in my stomach
fluttering about inside
i heard it feels like fireworks
sparking,
an explosion of colours i'd never even think of seeing

what does love feel like?
they say it feels like fire
warm and slow
and sometimes it grows so big it can burn whole buildings
they say it feels like floating on a cloud
it's soft and smooth
and so high up, that they can only see the flickering lights of cities down below

what does love feel like?
i heard it feels like skin against skin
and lips against soft lips
i heard it feels like a magnet,
pulling you closer and closer to someone
until you're completely inseperable

what does love feel like?

i've never been in love before.
Andra Sep 2019
when you think you know...

when you think that all is
as you know it
as you'd like it
there's something that happens then:

someone pulls your hand and shows you that
life
and
the world around you
is different than you thought.

that the grass' green is stronger
that the birds' flight is more beautiful than you could see it
and there's nothing left for you to do than... believe.

"believe and you shall see.
believe!
if you believe, you will see the flight and the sun's light and the sky's blues...

search without a fear, without a care and with no doubt.
you won't find the answer in an instant,
but it will come to you.
maybe only after 20 years in Tibet,
but it will surely come to you."
-a few years ago (about five, to be exact) I asked someone I looked up to a deep and quite personal question. we talked for hours. Before going to bed I wrote this.
RQ Sep 2019
The darkness is my only friend
It feels like I'm colour blind
I'm in a silent movie
Everything around me is colourless
Black,white,grey is all I see
A little bit of happiness is all I seek
The pain is gone, leaving me numb
It still comes back for more
Day by day hiding my wounds
Bottled everything up
Letting it go freely into the ocean
Prayed and prayed for the right one to open it
Seeing light at the end of the journey
I gained my vision
Believing this beautiful soul will open it up
There is always a little hope
there is always hope
Ruth Nadler-Nir Sep 2019
thing of beauty
soaked in light
saturated with every emotion

You leave me weightless
static as skin

overwhelmed with the deepest of joy
when I get to stand in your rain
For the last few months I have just been overwhelmed with the beauty of the clouds in my city, and this poem is my love letter to them.
Shofi Ahmed Aug 2019
The sun is a small paintbrush
every morning it rolls with colour
and paints at my home the first light
exposes it as new as ever!
Not by the Moon nor by the star
but by me my home my planet earth!
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