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Maria Etre Aug 2017
The day you discover
your power
is the day
you unveil
your life's
true meaning,
kiss it with passion
and wedding it
to become
your life long partner
Jas Jun 2017
Age is a timeless prospect.
Youth refolds into a thick mold,
Heavy and demanding
But continuously folding matted knowledge.

Forgiveness
A steady, strong suit handed out to each player
When it's true form is the rarest form
Of acceptance.

A fighter must be as sharp and as slick as a blade,
To be as critical and focused
As a bullet leaving the carrier when aimed
But not as deadly.

There will always be a balance
Nature runs on a cycle that all fumble on
In the arise of dust left behind;

In its presence
Becoming lost is about as natural as the cycle itself -
An obstacle can be overcome
In the way that a challenge lights a fire
In pride,
All must accept;
Smoke clouds are blinding
Having the urgency to defend
The drive to push harder may as well be lost too.

In the midst of a cloud
A branch could very well be a snake.
Nessa Kay Jun 2017
He was mapped out in my mind
with blank or missing parts
So I became a pirate
in search of all his treasures
Joshua Penrod Jun 2017
Somewhere between your heart and your lips
You become a puzzle

With every piece I pivot and fit
There draws inside me a hunger

To love you with every shape and color

Whether one thousand pieces scattered on the floor
Or masterfully put together
Rohan Nath May 2017
The little robin sang, ‘I can’t fly.
Mother, I desire to fly.
But I fear the dreadful descent.
I fear the immeasurable depth.’

The mother robin replied, ‘Fly! For ye shall
Realize the profundity,
For such is your curiosity
Maybe not now but shall regret later.’

The little robin beheld downwards with a terror.
Paced backwards and then sprinted ahead.
Jumped from the branch;
Dived into the unfathomable depth of ocean.
Fluttered his wings intensely yet down he sinks!
Trepidation occupied his delicate heart…

Suddenly, a tender zephyr of the spring held him
And shot him up into the heavens.
Terror turned into delight in an instant,
As he embraced the white cotton with his wings.
Then, the little robin observed his miniature abode
And the enormous world ahead yet to be discovered!
Jobeth Bufi May 2017
Ten, twenty, thirty two, I want to play a game with you,
Hide and seek, you may not peek,
Hello, this is your pursuer,
The game is over,
Yet I will follow, and see you cower,
Admire you more, just like a flower,
Weep, weep little girl,
You are my little pearl,
A prized possession that is true,
The demon deep inside of you
Jacco krom Mar 2017
You wonder and wonder, but never discover.
Go find out for yourself, that which this world has to offer.

Oh foolish child, stop being so scared.
Do the things no other before you ever even dared.
Swasti Jain Feb 2017
There was a flower, blossoming on the shoreline. Beholding the serenity of the seas and criticising the rise and fall of the indomitable tides.

It swayed in the balmy air and loathed the dusty storms.

It adored the sun's radiance and mourned the moon's norms.

It extolled the aesthetics and execrated the wrongs.

It denied the nectar but appreciated the honeycomb.

There was a peyote, living in the dreary sands. Mesmerized by the great dunes, standing like a tomb.

Relishing the scanty rains with much aplomb.

It grows its roots in the search of water,  many call it a coxcomb.

Such is the folk, unaware of the real beauty for so long!

                                    - Swasti Jain
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