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The roads long
taper on the end

A memory, unfolds
at every bend

Exotic trees, and
Silver cascade falls

Misty mountain peaks
Lotus in the lake

Lush multicoloured flowers
At the Bryant Park

Horses to  ride
Pink candy floss

Kodaikanal - ‘The Gift of the forest’
As it’s rightly known
Kodaikanal is a hill station,
in Tamil Nadu, a state in South India
Brooke P Nov 2019
You feel like
a scratch-off lottery ticket
that I accidentally won;
received as a belated birthday gift,
or bought impulsively at a gas station near the thruway.
I don't think the powers that be
intended to send you to me
but lo and behold,
you’re the winner
that I’ve waited too long to discover.
Bryce Nov 2019
I want to wear a Persian shirt,
Run through meadows in a Celtic skirt--

I want to Don a Russian hat,
And plant my *** on the throne of Rome.

I want to bomb my words upon
London, Lisbon; Taipei, Taiwan

I would diffuse my fissile mind
And launch theoretical material like guided missiles

Give me this world of sand as a ball,
And children on the playground to toss against the wall--

It is a gift of thought to view the bulb
Of this time as a light in the firehouse
That ultimately dies
Only to be remembered by Liver's More.
Carlo C Gomez Nov 2019
We know this particular neck of the woods well.
To know her is to love her,
Over and over again.

The nexus between us has a motive
All its own: strike the firing pin.
Then spin~spin~spin.

I see stars that uninhibitedly glow.
Heaven has opened
Up her waiting arms.

Who said,
"All that glitters is not gold?"
Was it not a desperate wistful streetcar?

Heyday!
We're bathed in a bridal veil of angel light:
The crowning nimbus.

*** is a knotty business: it binds.
Given enough rope, we
Hang from the rafters.

Come fruition come!
Ah, this sleep is sweet
On those morning afters.
Max Oct 2019
Altough we say
That we are smart,
We are actually dumb,
And we always will be.

But how beautiful is it, that we can learn our whole life long?
It's something to accept and eventually helps you becoming an even better you.
Àŧùl Oct 2019
She's so cute and young,
I am so lucky for having her.
She's a real gift of God,
I revel in her innocent love.
She's an angel for me,
I am glad that she is here.
She's in love with me,
I am very happy finally.
She's so pure hearted,
I am relieved that she is mine.

For her, I know that I shall be fine.
My HP Poem #1782
©Atul Kaushal
Star BG Oct 2019
I gift you
reader who
stands in readiness.
Ready to wash eyes
of past hardships
to stand naked before my song.

I stand to wrap poetic verse
as gift paper
echoing its present with light as strong as sun.
With love as powerful as self pulsating to be free.
And with a moment where unlimited possibilities linger
I invite you to open heart into a new

consciousness.
To know all are gifts
as soul waits to be unwrapped by self
A present of great value.

I hand treasure to you to awaken.
Happy Birthday.
Just a morning thought to merge with all and celebrate inside of distance.
𝐣𝐢𝐚 Oct 2019
to me, his smile was the best
it was the morning coffee;
i like to drink when i rest,

it was the sound of rain
that gave shivers down my spine.
and only his smile,
could tell me everything is fine.

his smile i used to think at night,
what should i do without you my love?
your smile is the inspiration i write,
a gift that was sent from the above
- jia m. <3
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