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Two steps into the green and
I kneel over to pull from the earth,
closing my eyes to make a wish
from the dandelions I have made
thousands of wishes from before.
It’s my way of sharing my secrets to the universe, whispering to the divine.
A.Harris 2019
Graff1980 Oct 6
Soft pink petals,
part unfolding
as the flower blooms
sweetly growing.

Arms around me
while I am moving
in a sloppy circle
cause we are two
who are grooving,
while her
soft flower arms
enfold me in their
springtime charms.

A tiny droplet
becomes percussion
as soft music moves us
to a percussive mood
in this wonderful interlude.

She clenches tighter
and I smile.
Her head rests
on my shoulder
and the world
gets less colder.

So, watch this weary
old romantic
start to tear up
as he imagines
a true love.

In the evening we are talking
while soft footprints
on the beach
finds us walking
sandals in hand
because we both
enjoy the feel of sand
on our bare feet.

In the morning
we wake together.
Her hazel eyes
and hair of fire,
her tender touch
does so inspire
that in this moment
I loose
a hundred pounds
of life’s abuses
and gain a shiny new
point of view.
  
I wake from wonder’s reverie
knowing this is but a fleeting dream
that will never be my reality.
Chiara Sep 29
Music is so much more than just notes and words,
It is always there, the words are in our heads,
It gives us hope and we can finally find strength,
When we listen to music, we’re in a different world.
It lets us forget everything else in your heads.
We wander in daydreams, finally at peace,
There’s always a song that matches our mood,
When put our headphones away, we’re not as exhausted anymore.
I love listening to music and teach myself a few Instruments. I really couldn't live without music, it gives me strength and keeps me going when I think I can't go on anymore.
Adam Schmitt Sep 21
The president has to tell himself things
To keep himself from drowning
he says he that has fins
To keep himself from falling
he says he that has wings
To keep himself from hurting
he says he's immune to all stings
To keep himself happy
he says that he always wins
To keep himself going
it's to these, and more, which he clings
The president has to tell himself things,
so he's not that unlike me
lighthearted doggerel that came out of a day dream
Mornings with you are so gentle.
Soft sheets
Soft arms
I look over,
That beauty on my pillow
A soft kiss
But nothing soft about this love.
Light streams through the windows
That sweet Tuscany breeze
Ripples the curtains
Kisses our skin
Let’s the ocean say good morning.
No need to roll over and wake you up,
We never went to sleep.
Right around the corner
I’ll make a cup of coffee
Just the way you like it
Come back with a stain on your white t-shirt..
Didn’t need to wear it anyway.
What do you want to do today?
Stay
Let the energy from the night linger a little longer
Play with your hands
Sleep on your chest
Dance in the kitchen
Fried eggs and bacon
Tell you how much I love you
Back to sleep we go.
When we’re out to dinner
It’s someplace new,
We wandered to get there.
Arcing and sparking? Maybe.
I only feel the sparks from your hand in mine.
Big steaks
Bigger smiles
Back home
You hang my leather jacket
I wipe off my red lipstick
Back to square one.
Truth is
I envy the cup of coffee that kisses you every morning
I'm jealous of the steering wheel you wrap your hands around
That seat belt's on your chest holding you down
Am I crazy to wanna be near you like the clothes on your body?
I don’t just want to be close to you
I NEED to be close to you.
I’m depriving my body of everything it needs
Without you I’m starving
Without you I’m dying
I know it’s crazy to think any of this could play out
But I’ve used all my storehouses on you
I don’t have love left for anyone else.
I’m wanna love you like I’m gonna lose you
But I know I’m gonna lose you anyway
It’s just a matter of time
So I’m hopeless now,
I’m hopeless now.
Regan Sep 4
crisp.
surrounded by the flames
that reflect my loneliness
wrap me in this hot blanket
of sadness and emptiness.
the constant ringing of nothingness
tears my ears apart.
the shell of my body remains
but slowly is torn apart
by the knifes of suffrage.
i can feel the singe
of self love disintegrate.
through this torture and evil,
i still feel nothing.
this has to stop,
but why hasn’t it?
I’ve been stuck in this
off and on place
of numbness.

“Are you okay?”
a realization,
the things constantly replaying
in my sad mind
reaching to the bottom of my heart
to find the two words
that retrieve my loneliness,
“i’m fine.”
yeehaw school is awful
Cheyenne Aug 31
I often dream of pretty things
with unhealthy fascination.
I often go where you can't follow,
craving isolation.
I haven't found a footing sound
in this here habitation.
So I find life's sweeter side
in my imagination.
Dominique Aug 28
The road swaps faces at night,
Streetlights cut right through
The mask of small-talk sewn
By day and truth
Is carried in the air like ****
In thickened carnival clouds

On your cool-boy moped floating high
As you zip down urban lane
Do the street names change
To let you know you're in a book?

My novel,
Work of fiction,
Based at most on how you look

'Cause I've traced bricks with my pen
At night and every time I do
The dust at my feet asks about you

This obsession of mine with
Pretence and circumstance must come
To a graphic ending soon

For now I sit and write about your cheesy eyes in my phony room.
fake boy, fiction boy, most perfect boy alive...
Ceyhun Mahi Aug 25
I thought that daydreaming
Was  allowed always,
That  no age  could
Stop you  from  doing  so,
Far  away,  to lands
With a precious gaze,
Who no one  other  than  yourself
Would know.

There would be  many
Pastel  meadows there,
And  storylines
Of  characters unknown,
Some  ****,  tragical  or  only  fair,
Who still  all  have  to be
To people  shown.

But  no, it's hard  to think it is allowed; I  should be  serious,
Only  think of the  things
Who're  near,
And  not  be  like  a  cloud,
Always  o­n well-known  earth  –
Not  up above.

Now  I  am  in my
Twenties and reflect,
If  I  should embrace  this,
Or  only  neglect.
This poem is actually a rhyming, iambic and Shakespearean sonnet but I made it look like free verse :p
Ally Aug 23
I'm stuck in a
Daydream
Where love does
Exist
Where kindness is
Felt

I'm stuck in a
Daydream
Running on the beach
Into your arms
Watching the amber sunset
Feeling your heartbeat

I'm stuck in a
Daydream
Where your kisses
Are still warm

I'm stuck in a
Daydream
Until the memory, of us
...fades away
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