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Euphrosyne Feb 2020
She walks in beauty
Like the night
Of cloudless clime
And starry sky;
And all that's best
Of dark and light
Meet in her aspects,
And her eyes.


Thus mellowed to
That tender light
Which heaven, to
Gaudy day, denies.


One shade the more,
One ray the less
Had half impaired
Her nameless grace,
Which waves in every
Raven's tress,
Or softly lightens
O'er her face.


Where thoughts serenely
Sweet express,
How pure, how dear,
Their dwelling place.


And on that cheek,
And o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm,
Yet, eloquent;
The smiles that win,
The tints that glow:
But tell of days
In goodness spent.


A mind at peace
With all below,
A heart whose love
Is innocent!
Another piece for diane. You walk beautifully like the heavens abducting me.
pnam-TX Feb 2020
Waking up everyday with your love in me so flushed
Wishing your love stays full and so blessed
As  fresh as on the day with trepidation my love  I  expressed
And your love you unconditionally to me fortunately offered
Atlas Jan 2020
I’m trying to express how I feel like I did as a child,
Through crayons and pencils
Pressed into paper until they break in two.
How can I feel so hopeless
Doing something I used to love to do?
Like I did as a child
I make myself small and cry in my closet
That painful sobbing that hurts your throat
And convince myself yet again to give up.
angel dust Jan 2020
my inner wordsmith is
lost

she can’t formulate
a way
to
express

how i feel around
you
Randall Hasper Dec 2019
Speak up more, not less, using your own ideo-vocalized mess.

Soliloquy  — in front of yourself and everyone else-a-melse.

Monologue, dog!

You and I can flip-flop nonstop lolly pop but that gets trite fast and then we just so need to speak our favor-ite verbo-bite.

Bebop, hiphop, tipitity-top, slop-a-pop.

Ski-ba-bop-ba-bop-voc; do that thang nonstop.

Be-cause …

We have been flattened by the road-grade blade of the prepaid lexicographers.

We have been run over by the top-botched, pop-a-voc.

We have suffered weak-a-squeak.

We have sold out for safety and we have shut up way too much because we thought we were stuck-a-muck with duck and cluck.

Nope! Fess; you’ve got that vocable mess!

Unperson; you’ll worsen, but word-dive and jivity jive and you’ll revive.

See!

Be inventy.

Sync with your blink.

Que with your you and do-ba-de-do
Amanda Kay Burke Dec 2019
Do not dare waste gratitude
Days given precious like gold
Instead of wishing love was known
Make sure people are told

Out and about
A rush
Sometimes people we don't see
Die
We are left with guilt
Because you were too"busy"

Hurt feelings blue and lonely
Searching for a friend
In between relationships looking
Cannot speak to mend

We all have a multitude of flaws
All breathe public air
Sit upon a chair judging
As if crime and injustice are rare

We will find time to express our love
Treat life like a dream
If family is not put first
World will seperate seam by seam
I don't like this piece much. I have writers block I think.
Shakytrumpet Dec 2019
I try to talk
and begin to stu
tter
so much emotion and words
rushing
out
they clut
ter. Strings of thoughts tie up in knots,
a conglomerate of phrases,
I solve my sentences like
mazes.
I can't talk to say my thoughts so I'll write them out instead
putting all my emotion out in neat lines straight from my head
i do not stu stu stu stutter... except when i do like a speech, my hands have like tremors and i can't get any words out. or when I talk to a certain someone
Also if you didn't like this i can assure you my comical haikus are much better some are a bit offensive so you've been warned
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