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The new day rose
Promises it kept to the red rose
Rose with sparkles of sunshine

A white perfumed carpet
The jasmines lay
On the green grass

As the dusk fell
The birds knew their homes
Warm and welcome, close

In the cold winter’s night
The day and its moments
Forever froze


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دema flutter Nov 2020
No,
I don't wish you the best,

because that would be
getting to hold me
in your arms,
just like in the good old days,

rendering me
stuck in your trap.
Erian Rose Nov 2020
Winter days falling near
And pedals dancing upon the rain.
What I wouldn't give to
Have you here,
To the bloom of lilacs
Encased in frosted snow.
Joaquin Armijo Oct 2020
My silly little days
Passing by
Bit by bit smaller
Bit by bit more sad

Sometimes I wonder
If I can go on
No, not even that...
Is it worth going on?

Honestly now, I do not know
My silly little tasks
Keep me moving on
Like a puppet, not by choice
But to keep the charade up
Just a little more

But sometimes
Just sometimes
Days come by
Days I can’t stand
And I cry, and cry
But I’m not sad

Relief
Peace
Resolve
Move on

I just need those days
And my strings, for a moment
They loosen up
And let me breath
A little more
a poem about the everyday
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2020
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Today's yesterday
Becomes many yesterdays
Flow like lifetimes past

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Leaving me adrift
As my heart now sprouts its wings
Yet cannot take flight

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Cuddled close by dreams
All I want I wish to be
Then the feathers falls

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Tomorrow echoes
As I reach to grasp its call
I fear the days past

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For dry ink can haunt
Feathers plucked by every taunt
Sleepless heart weeps raw

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Am I of the light
Am I worthy of the heights
or worth a twinkle

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My heart on my lap
Mind abed on sea of grass
As I count the days


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Mini haiku story...
It's one hell of a bad habit, being lost in my own head, my thoughts.
The years have gone by, and I find myself wishing more for a reset button.
Yet, I also wish to learn how to forgive oneself.
Theres so much I want to do, so much I want to prove to myself that I am capable of. I pray that the coming year will be one of deeper self reflection with the goals I have in mind...
I so wish to be a talented poetess for writing has been there for me through thick and thin.
The more I fall in love and improve, the more my heart aches...
I gotta keep moving forwards though
I cant die and not try, not yet,
Not yet...

Be back soon with more poems, thank you everyone for all the love and support, really.
Stay safe and well.
Much love,
Lyn ***
Anais Vionet Oct 2020
Theoretical physicists say that there’s really no such thing as “time.” That our perception of time is just how our minds work but that, in reality, everything is happening at once.

Somewhere, Harry James’ trumpet is crying out to lovers. Do you hear it?

Romeo is about to take stage for the first time - Kennedy is climbing into the convertible - and I’m about to meet my true love - will I know, did I know? Argh!

Time passes by or stays, unseen. Contrails forever linger, flowers never die and kisses don’t end.

This school day certainly feels like it’s lasting forever.
ice cream lasts forever, coffee on endless refill.. or endlessly empty cups??
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