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Dreamer Feb 2018
She was like a cigarette. I put my lips on her, and suddenly I was immersed in her devine taste. Like a winston cigarette, I ****** her blueberries. Never in my life I felt that great. However, she vanished like smoke and ashes from my life and I was left with stub. Initial couple of days, I felt so tormented. However, later I understood, it was never love between us, it was only an enslavement, merely an addiction
Petrichor Jan 2018
Death
sounds pleasing and
yet
terrifying.
I wouldn't want to die
not just yet
yet
DEATH
sounds so
devine.

Imagine
sleeping forever underneath
lush beds,
silence
over sound
Imagine
mermaids all around
Death began at my first cry//
Prajakta Mhadnak Dec 2017
She is the nature
She is the creator
She is the nurturer and the destroyer
consort of Shiva, complete source of power.

She is the breath,
She is the death
An eternal fire and internal desire
She is an infinite energy, in dark attire.

She is in Sudarshan ,
She is in Trishul
The intensity of black hole and awakened soul
Without her everything is powerless, even the hollowness.

She is in you,
She is in me
She is in trinity
She is the 'Shakti'.
G Rog Rogers Oct 2017
I'm winging it on a rainbow
Surely I will find
That place where
the rainbow touches earth
with golden mist Devine

Within the hills
beside the wind-swept
crystal seas divide
I will await you there

Knowing there to find
the missing moments
Once now but not
forever lost in time

Sheltered there from storm
Awakened there from sleep
The part and participle
of a life forever stoic
beyond the oppressive tide.

Wing it on a rainbow
Touch it and you will shine

As the rainbow touches earth
with the golden mist
of the Devine.

I will await you there.


-R.

(9.17)
-LA
©ASGP
G Rog Rogers Sep 2017
If I believed
there were no God
I would tell you so

But I have seen wonders
and I have seen signs
Supernatural happenings
By the power of Love's
Devine design

Far beyond
the comprehension
of mine or any other
human mind

So some then are good
Some then have faith
Others live just
long enough to meet
an horrendous fate

A life story is told
As the life unfolds
Some lived for
themselves alone
Others lived for
The Higher Hope

Knowing each
thing is remembered
Everything is known

That exist there
God...

Who then is Love

Who both forever cares
and Who always knows.

God is...
The good and perfect
Spirit of Love.


-R.

(9.17.17)
-LA
©ASGP
If I could read you like a book
I’d read you from cover to cover.
What would I find as each leaf turned over
To find me more and more hooked?

Your expression the preface?
Your walk the reference?
Your thoughts - the appendix?
You should copyright all these.

Your table of contents
Your chapters and headings,
Short stories or pretense,
Or expression of longings.

Each page a blessing
Reader and writer forever conjoined.
Read/Writing without resting
No writer’s block or pages deformed.

One page flying into another
As the story of you unfolds.
Could I be a footnoted lover
With a love that remolds?
Or perhaps the main character,
One to gray and grow old?

Placing one hand on your spine
While the other opens the divine.
Oh if only I could read you like a book
I’d read you from cover to cover

Memorize every line.
The are many meanings in this piece. Least of which are the feelings between two lovers or those evoked by a poem or a book. The most important meaning is that connection to the Devine that resides in each of us.
Jawad May 2017
IN
ARABIC
...it comes from feeling...
We feel emotions and form them into words
FEEL : POETRY : FORM
We form words to make us feel emotions
...it comes from forming...
GREEK
IN
A sacred oath between words and emotions.
A devine circle between action and reaction.
~.~
The Arabic word for poetry is "****'ir" which comes from "Yash'ur". It means feeling.
Poetry comes from the Greek word 'poiesis' which means making or forming. Its interesting that both words describe poetry by pointing to the different ends of it.
Marty T Ottman Jan 2017
They  say I should  smile but it's quite not my style but I have to admit it's been quite the while.  Miserably painted, but not quite tainted.   Precisely  waiting. When the whole scene quit hating on fragile  things as it seems.   The strength to stand, to understand the reason how such events may occur revolving all you thought you embraced, faced. Without a trace you erase the value of what it could be worth deep within.    Beneath the skin. Where a majestically  beautiful world, a universe lies.  Many disguise, other wise to harmonize what shines that intertwines  at the core.  That they ignore, how extraordinary with the things behind the eyes.  My concept may be  in ordinary of what truly lies beneath your surface.   The thing we call purpose instead of a limited burden inside of him.
Many don't see beyond their apprehension.
K Balachandran Dec 2015
Ears I don't need to hear the music you are.
I don't have to sing along to be one with thy song
You are the tune, my words fit in, meaning falls in place,
The voice rises and falls,the  journey of my music thus begins.

You are the river of nectar, that never ceases to nourish my shores.
That doesn't need any space or time to flow through; it never ends.
A drop of it's ebullience, I am catapulted from the flow of your wave.
I roam, searching for you, to return and immerse  in your fathomlessness.
The way she flows against me
Fast and slow
To and fro
As we go
The ****** we know
The waves of ecstasy
That washes or souls
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