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drljms Oct 2015
Once upon a time,
I was thinking about you.
Wishing with my one and only dime,
That I could spend some moments with you.

Your beautiful eyes,
Your peerless smile
Oh,
it would be nice,
If you let me stare at it for a while.

Your good personality,
Your heavenly attitude
Oh,
it would be an honor,
If I could hear your deepest gratitude.

Am I falling in love with you?
Yes, I think so.
Are you feeling the same?
I hope so.

Once upon a time,
These impossible dreams of mine
Became unexpectedly true,
Because of...
You.
From A Heart Sep 2015
Am I only equivalent to my words?
If this is the case, then you define me, as I am only memories
You could remember every line I said last year,
But not recall my words from a minute ago.
Accept me for my wholeness.

Will you judge me for how I feel?
Don't worry, I will realize I am wrong
But for now I am right.
All is ask is that you don't dismiss me.
Accept me for my wholeness.
Steele Sep 2015
Worn converses scuff the floor.
     The crowd sings, and they roar
     his name. Things aren't the same
     like anonymous Mondays before.

He pulls out his strings. Silence.
Steel vibrates and sings; Violence
erupts and again he hears his name.
It isn't the same... but he finds it
strangely fitting; On this stage
he's the benefactor and the tyrant.
He's the laughter, killing quiet.
It's not your average Monday
but no surprise, he finds he likes it.
Cordelia Rilo Sep 2015
Your hair was long when we first met
you would crawl under the blankets
and I would feel it tangle in between my fingers
your skin was porcelain cream
the taste and feel of honey

In these moments of silence we created a world of fantasy
holding each other
we built buildings and temples
then watched them burn down
from the holes we had dug
brandon nagley Sep 2015
i.

Without her I
Am naught;
With her
I am all.

ii.

Without her I
Am lost;
With her
I am found.

iii.

Without her I
Am in mine grave;
With her, I am free
Not a slave.

iv.

Without her I
Am in peril;
With her
I canst seeith, speaketh, breatheth, liveth on her holy water.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
mk Sep 2015
you occupy the cracks
in this broken heart of mine
// tere aane par jaana maine, kahin na kahin zinda hoon main //
Luisa bernabó Sep 2015
My best friend had just gone to get pizza, left me in the car. I put my feet up and sat back lighting a cigarette, feeling the smoke heavy and dense in my lungs, piling on top of the remains from the joint we had just finished. I was sitting in the centre of Rome, looking out the car window up at the tall buildings, fading colours and dim lights, accompanied by the live music from a nearby restaurant.
I remember closing my eyes for a second, realising the state of happiness and tranquillity I had reached. The reassurance of just knowing that my friend would be back any minute, with that huge smile of hers and pizza in her hand yelling my name. Just the idea of that happening was enough to make me giggle. The tranquillty of knowing that I was home, of knowing that wherever we were together could be made home, of knowing that we were about to meet with more poeple that made me feel that way, of knowing how ******* lucky I was, of finally knowing that feeling of pure happiness. I don't think everyone is lucky enough to feel this way. I don't think it's common at all; to be so in touch with the people around you, to be so accepted and to feel so much love. I had never felt more at home; and it was that overwhelming sense of feeling complete, of finding that inner peace, that was the best feeling I have ever felt.
Lost Sep 2015
He stays the night,
Forgets to go home.
His parents are worried sick,
But at least they're alone.

He kisses her forehead,
He kisses her cheek.
She smiles, she's nervous,
Her legs are all weak.

He touches her face,
It feels like her soul.
And she knows that;
**Without him, she'll never be whole.
But she died before she could be complete.
Sanober Khan Aug 2015
Love me like a plum tree
in full bloom
bursting against a cloudless
crystal-blue sky

love me like tender mist
descending over
an endless
rugged mountain road

love me...with all the abandon
of a sudden wild rain

with all the mysteriousness
of deep midnight
forest echoes

love me like tears
glistening on cheeks

love me
in all my seasons
in all my phases

with all the wholeness
of light in the heart

with all the rights
and all the wrongs

but love me, especially
when life
tears me apart
and i am living in half

love me
with all the fullness
of a moon
a flower...
a breath...
a kiss.
Shivani Lalan Jul 2015
Je serai poète et toi, la poésie.*
I will be the poet and you, the poetry.

But it is not the words
That I scribbled out in arduous hand,
The slopes of my letters,
That quite encompass
The ***** of you leaning against
The pane of my window in the rains.

Nor is it the soft cursive
In which I gently wrote down
Your expression when a flake of snow
Soft and tender;
Rustling through the branches of fir
To land on your nose,
Ever so gently;
That can quite tell the world
What your clear laughter does
To an hour of gloom.

I knew then,
That my mind, with its fractured
Concepts disjoint syllables and tripping verse might not be capable
Of putting pen to paper
And recall your fiery eyes,
When they pierce the veil of
Young melancholy
And beckon me to act my age,
And not a morbid royal spinster.

And I thought of how you knew
In far more precise details how
After a weary day, I flopped down
On to the couch in monotonous exhaustion
Wiping my brow, shaking off the
Metaphorical dust.
You knew, far better than me,
The blurred movements of my hands
As I traced words in the air.

I watched you watch me
Move and I watched as you noted
The crest of every breath I took.

And I thought.

Tu sera poète et moi, la poésie.
You will be the poet and I, the poetry.
First attempt at romantic poetry ugh.
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