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Janelle Mainly Sep 2017
I don't listen half as much as you do,
You don't understand what I'm referring to.
And this conversation is a mine field,
let's retrace our steps, I fear...
It's not me, it's not you, it's just circumstances misunderstood.
(I just keep on changing but I don't know how to tell you).

You don't really think I should have done that,
but do you really know where I'm at?
And your questions feel like an objection,
sending me in the other direction...
It's not me it's not you, it's just our circumstances misunderstood.
(I just keep on changing but I don't know how to tell you).
But it's okay, it's the way it goes, along the road, beside a river.
Anyway it flows, no one can tell it where to go.
Arg!
IrieSide Apr 2017
Pull the trigger
  of ***** target
victimized by displays
  of fading fantasy
again, into other realms
of countering thought
what could be, what isn't
   the voice echoes,
here we go, another loss
    a new finding
           of life's
     endless surprises
Stanley Wilkin Feb 2017
Head bowed, flowing across the water
Like an organic sepulchre,
Lost in the wriggling reeds
It raises its head once more,
Glancing mutely around
It sighs, its breath dying in the snow.
A symbol of light,
The swan is transfigued.
Jaclyn Harlamert Jan 2017
The sun while burning up the sky
behind the horizon it falls with grace

Companion of mine
Play a tune softly,
I will hum, lay back and
sing the words I don't know

There is something about this place
This moment...

My body is overstuffed
with euphoric satisfaction
I love the way the breeze blows
Sally A Bayan Dec 2016
(10W X 3)

Snow covers the grass...now,
Like frozen tears, melting
Graying...

Fallen dry leaves...trapped,
Buried underneath white,
Cold wind bites.....

Sunlight dazzles,
Brownish grass breathes,
Crystal meltings flow,
They sparkle...


Sally

Copyright December 19, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
...out in the cold, watching snow melt, setting grass free...
Veronika Sep 2016
saw you: like an arrow you shoot
but aimlessly, merely for effect

i saw you: animated like the world was your audience
but i heard what you felt
and your ship is sinking

heard you: melodic tones and harmonious rhythms
but a chorus, do you even believe it
Maybe I'm hearing it wrong

the window
looking through me

tracing my steps as i walk away

you're behind it, intruding
my private love shattered under your gaze


the sun sinks

skies turn grey
The lamp post blink and my path is moonlit

Your curtains hide prisoners 
my mind won't be open again
It was a warm December
It Melted you away

Bluebells only heard by joy
They're saying something about life
I try to understand but it's all foreign

So many miles to walk to reach that clarity that's as clear as snow
But I'm confused why we walk when we had what we were looking for

So I'm drinking cheap wine and smoking Swiss cigarettes

I never cared about things
I only wanted people there
And fields
And skies and everything in between

The day comes around too soon
Brings me back to where we look no further than our screens
And I'm only skin deep

And Im always outside your window, within which my spirit is trapped
And I get no service
I get no air
Julie Grenness Aug 2016
An observer would ask quietly,
Why do we write poetry?
We use illusion, in words to dazzle,
Our muse flows words, no hassles,
Each poem a fragment of society,
Writers always luminaries,
Beacons of a torch, to dazzle,
We scribble each verse, no hassles............
Feedback welcome.
Ginelle Jul 2016
through my tears
they cry,
for you.
i lost you a long time ago.
where do my tears think they are
going?
you never left me
Arcassin B Jun 2016
By Arcassin Burnham

I can't shake this feeling of being alone with you,
We started phase 2,
I'm pushing towards you,
Can't forget about you,
On the verge of meeting you,
No regrets of seeing you,
With these beautiful views,

As smooth as the ocean that magnifys our exuberance
In the final hours of our life and our virtues may come
And pass like the day has gone with a simple stance
Hoping you would be remorseful to all your family and
Your peers as well as your imaginary friends that fight
To the end just to keep you sane,
Tell me about it ! I know your pain,
Search and destroy your insecurity as well as your depression
Asking these questions for all of the rest of days will as
Extinguished learning more than all the times that jealousy
Comes between you and the one you love,
I know all of the things that your thinking of,
Your beauty doesn't compare to your smarts in the stages
Of your education when becoming complacent with all of
Your patients just turning the tides and equations,

I can't shake this feeling of being alone with you,
We started phase 2,
I'm pushing towards you,
Can't forget about you,
On the verge of meeting you,
No regrets of seeing you,
With these beautiful views.
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/06/the-sight-of-you-and-that-flower.html
Joyce Jan 2016
Writing with inspiration.
My words are flowing.
Like the wind is howling.
Ice cold blue sky.
Snowflakes floating by.
Slowly ice melting.
Like a tree with autumn leaves.
Swirling and twirling around.
Leaving colors of paint
on forrest ground.
Hear chestnuts falling
on crispering leaves.
Love this beautiful
nature sound.
Words will come as they come.
Like seasons they shift.
Bringing each their own gift.
Snow and cold.
Leaves so colorful.
Flowers will blossom.
Hot sun and beach walking.
Inspire and embrace life
in all of your days.
Give some love on this
beautiful place.
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