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Bryce Nov 2019
Rumi was a great man,

But as the fire that burns in but one hearth,

The Gala Hall remains damp and cold.
zz Nov 2019
In the darkest hour
Just before the dawn
My mind goes wild
Flies far away
Above the sky

Where my fingertips tickle
The little hairs on your neck
Where your smiling eyes
Read me between the lines

In that special place
Over the clouds
You wait for me

I believe

The same way I wait here
For you
To arrive
Ilonka Nov 2019
a hunger of unfulfilled love torments me
awaits in the half-shadow hiding from the world
it sometimes appears in your eyes
it's a greenish glow
it's a calling
it's like a touch that I almost feel
a spark that makes my feet catch on fire
and makes me run in the arms of temptation,
but the moon takes a walk with the stars
and takes you back into the shadow ...

a hunger of unlived life torments me
that lies in me and is growing now
more than ever I want you near
for you to know my world that I can no longer hide
one whisper, just one step closer
might be enough.
Alaina Moore Nov 2019
If you're working against a better future for all of us, I will, without hesitation, walk all over you to make the best out of a world on fire.
Okay, boomer...
Àŧùl Nov 2019
Her eyes are poetry and a blink of her eyes is a poem.
Her voice is poetry and each of her words is a poem.
Her thinking is poetry and each of her thoughts is a poem.

My love for her is poetry and each of my expressions for her is a poem.
My care for her is poetry and each of my suggestions for her is a poem.
My desire for her is poetry and each expression of my romance for her is a poem.

Our mutual attraction is poetry and each of our confessions to one another is a poem.
Our eternal relationship is poetry and each of our manifestations for one another is a poem.
Our way of talking to each other is poetry and each of our conversations with one another is a poem.
Redefining my poetry and poem.

My HP Poem #1812
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Nov 2019
No need to work at all,
Free, equal housing for one and all,
Free healthcare facilities.

Free education,
Free food,
Free amenities.

Equal rights to everyone,
Welfare pension for all,
Economic equality too,
Huge ethnic variety as well,
The only guns possessed by law enforcement.

Surely, a good prison is
The Communist Utopia!
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My HP Poem #1808
©Atul Kaushal
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