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There is a little red bird sitting on a tree
I then tried to catch him but it suddenly flee
I want that little red bird but then I see
I think it will be better if I let him free.

There is a little red fox on the side of the bay
I then tried to chase him but he ran away
I want that little red fox but then I say
I think it will be better if I just let him play.

There is a little red hamster crawling on the grass,
I then tried to hunt him but he hide so fast
I want that little red hamster but then at last,
I think it will be better if he stay where he was.

There is a little red frog jumping on the shore
I then tried to grab him but he hops even more
I want that little red frog but then I recall
I think it will be better to let him jump and crawl.

There are this little red ones singing together
I’m glad to see them happy and live with each other
I hope we understand their words and laughter
For these little red ones should be valued forever.

©2013 John Vincent Obiena. All rights reserved.
This poem is suppose to be publish in one magazine but problem occur that it failed to reach the final submission, but still this is one of my favorite poem I made.
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Time for All or Nothing Forgone
Prathipa Nair Jul 2016
Travelling a long way to a hill-top
From where I can get the vision of
The beauty of God's creations
Black and grey mountains
Standing like body guards
The sun peeping out
Behind the mountains
Clouds moving gracefully
Trying to touch the hills
Running waters of the rivers
Spreading its fragrance on small rocks
Ground of green grass where
Boys grazing cattle of cows
Yachtsman in his boat singing
Songs about the beautiful rivers
On his way back to home
Old woman sitting under a Banyan tree
Tiring from her day's work of selling buttermilk
Sun hiding slowly behind the hills
Allowing the moon to shine
Forest fires lit at night like stars on a hill-top
By the people of the country side
Was lost in the world of sleep
In my home of hill-top tent
Thanking God for this beautiful heaven!
Devin Lawrence Jul 2016
Back in the day
of youth and play
my dreams
and my reality
seemed so similar to me.
I'd get that deja vu
and the scene came true,
and I knew I'd make it through
because I had been in those shoes.

I learned to lucid dream -
I loved to control the seams -
and the characters around me
were creations of my animosity.
They reflected my thoughts and visions
under those pubescent conditions,
and yet I stayed one step ahead
by resting cozy in my bed.

Then time had passed,
roles recast,
and the settings changed -
a bigger bed, a room rearranged.
My dreams had changed course:
reality and fantasy divorced,
and each individual's face
lost its place
in the palette of my desires;
if a dream never comes true,
is it then considered a liar?
Sheila M King Jun 2016
God created all things, but he took special care in crafting
the rose..... and you.
     The color of a rose is deep red like the depths of my love for you.
Soft, like the pedals,  are your lips and your embrace.
They say every rose has it's thorns & blood from the finger, if
grasped
wrong,  will bleed-  a deep red... Only my heart bleeds for you and
your love
You have shown me how to handle love gently as if it were a
Rose...
No longer a seed; for it has bloomed into something beautiful-
Unlike the rose,  our love will never die--
Even though it is one of God's most beautiful creations,-
You, my love,  have created something just as beautiful as a rose...
  By giving me your love...
WHY THOSE ALMIGHTY GODS
OF WHATYEVER CONFESSION
WOULD NEED THE HELP
OF WEAK HUMANS
FOR THEIR SURVIVAL

IT DOES NOT MAKE SENSE

UNLESS THEY ARE
     IN REALITY
THE CREATIONS OF THOSE
WHO **** TO SAVE THEM(SELVES)
Joshua Adam Jul 2015
After searching for so long, I am convinced love has a heavenly source
emanating from my heart's chambers, but more powerful than any force
and when you share it with another, instead of having less, you have more
finding yourself with these emotions, and an imagination looking to explore

It's true, absence makes the heart grow fonder, another way that love shows
but I would sooner send a dozen roses, because this message every girl knows
escaping the loneliness troubling your mind, allowing a captured heart to love
then happiness will reign, worries disappear as you find yourself flying above

Love, a divine magic when reaching earth, creates a longing for another to be near
maybe a way for the heavenly world helping man to adjust, removing his earthly fear
humans are the most sensitive of G-d's creations, a few misplaced words and egos hurt
but love holds that power to repair, once again being able to reassure and bring comfort

So where must this love come from, acknowledging indeed that it emanates from heaven alone
but how can this be, having this power to heal, love must forever remain in a place of the unknown
perhaps then this is what it means when we say that someone is out of sight, but not out of mind
true feelings of love must exists deep down, a special love mixed with the divine, one of a kind

Feelings of the heart really emanate from our mind, it is the true place where all of our desires reside
so it comes as no surprise, why we'll never fully understand, because this love we seek is really inside
as the wind blows, and the sun sets, so too, love must forever remain a mystery of life never to know
Love is His greatest gift, unending happiness with us to share, G-d to beloved mankind did He bestow
The is a short poem describing where love is from and how it affects our emotional world.
Brittle Bird Apr 2015
Trying to capture
an inescapable fate
and it seems with every breath I take,
the faster time proceeds.
Trying to explain
my perspective universe
and it seems the further back I go,
the further gone I am.
Trying to create
any possible escape
and it seems with each new goodbye note
the more I want to stay.
Day 6 of NaPoWriMo.
About recovery and learning to love the mind I'm stuck with, when sometimes all I want to do is set myself on fire or sleep forever.
Carlos Caloca Jul 2014
We are the Creators creating creations through creativity...

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