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Alyssa Underwood Nov 2015
God's love is delight itself
it is beauty itself
it is tender yet fierce
sweet yet wild
steadfast yet unpredictable
enveloping yet freeing
captivating yet boundless
protective yet empowering
certain yet never boring
relentless yet gentle
secure yet mysterious
trustworthy yet exciting
all-consuming yet unfathomable
He is everything
you’ve ever hoped for
dreamed of
longed after
or imagined
and so much more
He is the Lover
of your needy
thirsty soul
and He fights
continually
for your heart
AditiBoo Sep 4
He took the needle and jabbed it in my hip
I closed my eyes and prepared to bite my lip
But, lo and behold...where was that legendary pain?
The proclaimed warning, was it concern feigned?!
As the ink formed the words, my body only screamed for more
MORE, MORE! Feed me more, Watch as I turn into an ink whore

An empty room with a razor was my haunt
But with this discovery, self harm...i won't
An expression, a feeling...just being
An action, the calling...so calming
Like a wide-eyed child, I have found a new delight
Like the innocent beguiled, it's praise to the con I can only cite
Colour my ankle, Imprint my neck, Draw down my back
Turn me into a moving storybook, a plot is all I lack

For there is something empty within me
And all I want is a stimulating autobiography
For there is something I have long lost
A passion to heat up a heart trapped in frost
For I fell down and never got up
For I rode bareback and kept looking for the stirrup...
Isaac Aug 29
Poetry says a lot about people,
Not just the person who wrote it.
Every person responds in their very own way;
Some so amazed they promote it.
I like to think of what goes through
The minds of those reading what I write.
Whether they recognize nothing of value,
Or whether they discover delight.
Written 29 August 2018
Ajit Saigal Jun 26
I want to hold my head up high
I want to fly till I touch the sky
I want to make my angel smile.

Days will be hard and nights cooler
Life won’t draw your card any more
The storm outside would rage on & on
Yet your music would raise me strong.

The wounds keep bleeding
The tears keep falling
I may not matter any longer
But I promise to not let them monger.

Nothing can glimmer your dazzling light
Believe me, you can scale pristine heights
You are the brightest star ever
Just let it shine sharp and clear.

Keep smiling
Remain happy
Brighten up my Angel of Joy
You will always be my Phantom of Delight.
This was written for my little daughter whom I hadn't met for 6 long years.
My last memory of her flashed & paused,
at me kissing her tiny forehead,
she was just 1 month old then, sleeping peacefully on her mom's lap,
cuddled within caring silken arms.
Lyn-Purcell Aug 16
╰⊰✿´ℒ♡ⓥℯ'✿⊱╮
Boiling syrup sweetened by
the rose's water
Blushing pink, from strips to cubes
Dusted with icing sugar
Small, gently perfumed,
chewy, light
Sweet!
Seventeenth Epulaeryu! ^-^
I LOVE Turkish Delight, oh my gosh!
Mainly because of one of my favourite books, The Chronicles of Narnia, the Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe! Classic!
It's because of both the book and film that I first tried it!
EEEeeee!
Lyn xxx
Shofi Ahmed Jun 27
Peace or bliss or be it the happiness
without the human can these be found?
Be it the alluring nectar of the bliss could it
compensate for the loss of a loved one?

Blooming roses can delight the eyes
but what better could one have than
other than getting closer to the one
open heart company of a human being?
Lyn-Purcell Jul 18
Tea
While the bread rises,
I grab my loose leaf green tea
Brew to my delight
I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE HERBAL TEA!
Green tea, especially!
Lyn xxx
^-^
nim Jul 12
i had learnt that
a "today" has to be blurry,
filled with gray clouds, and painful,
so that your "tomorrow" can be bright;
happy, without worries,
full of hope and delight,
but
every day is "today"
and "tomorrow"
is always out of touch, out of reach,
painfully untouchable
because tomorrow is always
the next day, postponed,
as every joy turns into dark,
as every tomorrow becomes
a today.
Lyn-Purcell Jun 26
Spring silently swells
Gentle touch of my delight
Art flows with caution
Keen Jun 13
A
You showed me your world —
You've got no clue, how happy
I'm with you always.
06082018
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