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Dec 2019
just like that
we said goodbye

not to leave
but to commemorate
the good times

and to welcome
in some more.
Thank you.
Amanda Kay Burke Dec 2019
It is true that fresh air is good for the body
It's not so good for air freshener companies
Stop only denying oxygen to overpolluted cities
Blinded by spectrums of little trees in each color
Get the **** out of your car and into reality
You can't live in your head instead of on Earth
And this is our body
Day 23: a seven line poem starting with "It's true that fresh air is good for the body" and ending with "this is our body"
Savanna Nov 2019
I cleansed my sheets of you today
Spread out the sheet and tucked in the corners with extra care
Laid a blanket down, taking a moment to spread my hands across it, feeling the softness
Crawling into it felt odd at first
I knew you weren’t in it anymore
You weren’t wrapping yourself around me and keeping me warm while I slept
You weren’t protecting me from the world around me so I could have a moment at peace
That wasn’t you anymore
So now I have these sheets
Clean, fresh, warm, and not you
What a relief
I pull the sheets in closer, closer
Breathing deeply into them and asking them to keep me warm and safe
Holding me all night while I try not to dream of you
Yindrachapa Nov 2019
Most hated places i hate to leave.
Very few in square meters a rectangular shaped
It has its own environment from a tungsten tomas made sun
Probably Tesla if they had not shaken hands on things

Cage for a man of my diameter
One of the hottest places on earth
Even under the rain,
Tesla ensures sweats
Yet, they are not felt
, And dancing manoeuvres are limited

The portal for all
To travel from bigbang to sven suns
To discharge all emotions
To refresh and recharge
And the witch doctor to all evil

Second to none
Prehabs to the berth which is all angel
Yet, this portal known to both evil and angel may be the most underrated places in universe..
Manan sheel Nov 2019
Isn't this night full of stars,
this musical night, this sweet night,
this purple tender night,
Isn't this for me?

And this moon peeping from
the branches of this long-leaved tree,
Doesn't this shine for me?

And these, my sweet tears,
fresh like the morning dew,
these are also mine.

I ask that people know me,
that they become mine,
yet, I don't see,
that everything here,
is for me...

© Manan sheel.
Pagan Paul Nov 2019
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So feint the rhythm of life,
a weak pulse seeking to hide,
the smell of fresh rain coming,
as clouds build high on the side.
Long waiting for cool moisture,
the promise is close at hand,
teasing out the breaking heart,
the rhythm of life unplanned.


© Pagan Paul (28/07/19)
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Mark Toney Nov 2019
My kitchen time ending, dishes drying in stacks
My family is telling me it’s time to relax
In the background are voices urging me to stay
So I pause, wait and listen for one more lovely thing
That my friends and family might say...

My kitchen is filled, with the smell of fresh pie
Made year after year, from old and new recipes
The air fills my lungs, with the smell of fresh pie
My mouth wants to eat every pie it sees

My mouth wants to eat like the child
Who experiences pie the first time in their life
My mouth wants to savor fresh aroma of pie
From the oven before cut by the knife
To boldly eat pie like the person who
Won’t let calories get in their way
To eat, through the night, and
Be ready for more the next day

I go to my kitchen when I’m good and hungry
I know I will eat, like I have before
My kitchen is blessed with the smell of fresh pie
And I’ll eat one more
12/8/2018 - Poetry form: Lyric - Inspired by "Prelude/The Sound of Music" sung by Julie Andrews and written by Oscar II Hammerstein / Richard Rodgers - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2018
eva-mae coffey Nov 2019
I cut all my hair off yesterday.
8 inches of golden rays gone.
The blunt ends now sit upon my collarbones.
it’s softer.
I like it.
Raghu Menon Oct 2019
When everything seems to cease
When all doors seem to be shut
When the last ray of hope subsides

When the lights seem to fade
When the air becomes thick and foggy
When the sky above is gloomy

When we seem to fall down forever
When our energies reach rock-bottom
When even our kith and kin become strangers

When all movements come to a grinding halt
When the world around you start whirling fast
When your last breath becomes tough and heavy
….
When you start sinking down
Almost lifeless...
….

A lightning inside your head
A sudden deep breath
Jump up
and draw all your power
And swim against the current
in the dark waters

Far, far away
I can see a fade dash of light
You kick away the water
You ignore the unfriendly air
You forget the strangers dragging you

The faraway blade of light
Is now brighter
Pump up your hopes and courage
And charge forward

For ....

There is always a light
At the end of the tunnel
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