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As much as this is a gift,
It is a curse all the same.
Speaking in the tongue of thought,
I seem to think it all,
And I want to speak it all.

Although I wish each time a star passes by,
I still lay silent.
Stolen from my chance to speak,
Is there a way to say this where it'll be heard,
All of it, not just the gems.
Poetry
Among all creatures in this world, a wonder to be told,
A creation of God, with a pure heart as gold.
With licks of affection, they snog without cease,
Their love and care, a beautiful masterpiece.

Though unable to speak, they gaze with intent,
Their eyes filled with love, a true sentiment.
Cute puppies they are, like babies they play,
In their joyful antics, they brighten our day.

Running and jumping, a sport they adore,
Yet tiredness finds them, they snort and they snore.
They listen to music, with a haul,
But anger can cause them to growl.

Slippers, shoes, a sock they like chewing
Inspecting thorough, through sniffing,
Boredom will find them, anxiety too,
And digging ensues, a task they always pursue.

With heads tilting sideways, they listen with glee,
Their innocence shining for everyone to see.
Through kisses they show their love, ever true,
Tail wagging wildly, in happiness they brew.

Barking and yawning, a language they speak,
Their care is unwavering, strong and unique.
They guard their loved ones from danger and strife,
A loyal companion, a treasure for life.

In this wonderful creation, a dog's gentle grace,
Reflects the divine in their furry embrace.
Cherish these creatures, so loyal and kind,
A gift from above, in their love we find.

By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
Gideon Mar 8
For you, a hand-made mother’s day card
For you, curiosity about your hobbies and interests
For you, endless forgiveness and grace
For you, tender, loving care during dark moments
For me? Abuse, trauma, and manipulation
Thank you Kerouac
For your groovy gift
Of haiku buddy master

Reynaldo Casison
owls at dawn Mar 5
there is a new atrium in my body
columns of light press into me from beyond
magic energies swirl in the prism
a garden is blooming here

the first guest, luscious rose
bringing hope, love, a full head of opening dewy petals
thorns proudly protecting

as I look
others come

periwinkle carpets the ground
knitting histories
intertwining limbs, loves, futures

aster sparkles
a constellation of playful stars
teasing in her spontaneous joy

calendula peaks around corners
then demands to be seen
leading by courageous example

frenetic color follows zinnia
explosions of unbridled absurdity
   and I fly
in the green mist of imagination

more seeds have been planted
are poking through the fertile soul
I fall endlessly into the boughs of white pine
safe, protected, filling my lungs with ancient wisdom

nesting, I am a small furry creature inside myself
pulsing in the ecstasy of Gaia's stewards
your garden of eden in my heart
It's Val, I talk of Value
Minds off! Well I turned it on
Who won't hide the idle?
Not tough, If Love is just enough

It's Val, or picnic in the valley
Love's gone! Places and gifts are gods
Demands high - higher than processed barley
Want more, less love, money got the odds

It's Val, still don't make it valid
The show off, to make the single feel worse
It's hard! Last year love addicts wish they still had it
But break ups! Las Las! We all need Jesus

It's Val, okay agreed! Valentine
Not wrong, if love is just as strong
As the vibe, the time when hearts melt fine
When this poetic voice is as suiting as a love song
Should Love or Val lead?
Or both when we make Val valid?!
kokoro Feb 14
When he tells me he can't get me a valentine till later,
its so bittersweet.
I love him for telling me so i'm not put down,
and I love how he thinks for me.
But it reminds me of every time i've gotten my birthday forgotten,
any holiday surrounding me,
forgotten,
and those words,
"i'll get you something later, i promise."
coming out of a desperate mans mouth.
It's not that i crave a gift
i really don't, i really don't care.
but how am i supposed to have trust in something that has been broken so many times?
how am i supposed to have trust when i've been pushed aside as a later thought?
I owe almost everything to rap music (Flower Boy, Wolf, Yonkers.)
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t For Tyler and all the things he says I would've never wrote again.
Thanks to his music I didn't leave my craft. I owe this to his work.
I don't know what I see in her
But what I see, I feel it hurts;
Words describe the pain it burns;
She's like a kitty cat type a verse
You feed her, Love her, You'll hear her purr;
The way I love her it's like a curse,
Get any closer and I might burst

The way she sings, The way she chirps;
Her beauty fills the void; like her curves,
Bro, she's ahead of the race
I'd have to take shortcuts and the swerves,
Just so a hurting soul like me can get to her;
But it'll eventually fall apart like the universe
That's what I get for loving a poisonous type a curse;

My existence finished the moment I fell In Love With Her
There are some double meanings in here if you don't understand send me a message or comment down below so I can help you out with your confusion.
Johnson Oyeniran Jun 2020
At noon on national poetry day,

The LORD spoke to Johnson with this to say:

''Peace be with you chosen one, do not fear,

I bring you good news so be of good cheer,

Receive my gift of poetry my son,

With it, you’ll do wonders under the sun!

But dont use it exalt things I deplore,

Or you shall surely have this gift no more!''
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