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Shofi Ahmed Mar 11
It may be only
a little pearl.
But someone
reached out to it
peeping in the giant sea.
every day i pass by this penny on the ground. frozen in time, the penny has softened into the broken parking lot. it begs for someone to pick it up, run a thumb over the ***** copper, and heed its message from the heavens.

the penny stares up at me every time i walk over it like a lone giant marching through the foothills to home. every day, it wonders why i always let it capture my eye like rose petals in rain but never bother picking it up.

i know it's the angels. but why am i so scared of what they might say?

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Abby M Dec 2018
I feel small
The world is a laughing giant
Wearing a coat to stop the cold
But all of her coats are too big for me
LolaPark Nov 2018
I tried to reach the moon
It escaped me
Surrounded by people
feeling lonely
The nature of my kind
kind of funny
I tried to count the stars
They’re elusive
The moment that I doubt
I keep drowning
The nature of the world
Still astounds me

A Space Man asked me
What I was doing
Searching for meaning
Where you find nothing.
He said, "child why are you
Grasping for stars
When they’re clearly running from you?"

I tried to reach the moon
It escaped me
I was surrounded by strangers
Who all knew me
And I think I lost my keys last night
When I got home I was locked out
So I sat on my steps calling for the Space Man
But, I don’t know why I’m chasing the wind
When it’s clearly running from me!
Eric Babsy Oct 2018
They are rushing furiously across a danger path.
Trying to escape all foes in stark contrast.
Light brightly shining their path.
Escaping giant demons of wrath.

The day of reckoning is over soon.
Precious are the lives of a chosen few.
Above and beyond the swarm cries too.
Just the fleetest will do.

As they were born above the ground.
Crawling toward an evil and also hopeful sound.
Across the ground these demons pound.
The fault of some they found.

Driving their fleeting heart even more.
Kindly they beg the evil and demons who ignore.
High in the clouds the evil soar.
While the hopeful eyes of many are ready to look toward.

As the demons pass.
Steep trouble will find the many at last.
High above the evil gathers it’s strength fast.
Diving from the sky with speed blast.

Some are plucked from the ground by the evil.
It is feast or famine not to cause an upheaval.
Soon few of the many will be safe in their home that is primeval.
What these fleeting few have been through is unbelievable.
Shofi Ahmed May 2017
It streams down eye to eye
from the unseen but the all seeing.

Far from the Mars far from the Neptune
skipping all the planets hanging in space
only on the cheek of earth, a drop of tear fell.

Every angel in the heavens' shore
has heard of this lore.
It’s timeless long mesmerising beautiful.
Far from the blue yonder sky
hunky dory is delighting to the eyes
the stunner is made to measure.

A tear in the corner of the eye
as if it's diagonally weighed down
with the 360-degree open looking sky.
As close as within a fingertip comes the Moon
still, a sea is ahead forever untouchable!
Shofi Ahmed Jun 2018
Without a rope but
squaring the circle
the giant man gives it a try
takes a flight off to the sky
only to fall flat on the ground.

She turns around
gives the circle her pi.
He bounces back
and retakes the flight
Que Sera, Sera on the way!
ph Jul 2018
This is where the ettin walks,
two-headed, three stories tall.
I’ve never heard the ettin talk,
save for his rancorous call.
Here, he lumbers, like an oaf,
towing up into the sky,
watching down upon the grove,
with his four golden eyes.
This giant is a savage beast
with a ram strapped to his back.
He is almost never at peace
except when he takes a nap.
The ettin lives up in the hills,
and walks between the trees,
guarding the grove from unwanted foes
and attacking those he sees.
The ettin carries an enormous club,
made from a withered old tree root.
He wears little ragged clothes
and stumbles around barefoot.
This poem is inspired by the ettins from World of Warcraft
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