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sunprincess Apr 2018
Before existence
Before the land and the sea
Before you and me
Before even time was born
the spirit of creation
decided to create something
super special,
A universe,
with planets, stars, comets
and asteroids
Maybe even more than one
universe
And so with the universe
The great spirit
created a wondrous concept,
Time!
The great spirit says,
"I can do better than this
I can create
Life!"
And so,
the great spirit created
a huge variety
Of plants and flowers
and trees!
Then smiled pleasantly,
and says,
"I've created a home for life!"
and then creates more life,
animals,
Beautiful animals
of all types!
Afterwards the great spirit
looked upon his creation
and thought,
"There seems to be something missing,"
then in a loud voice shouts,
"Eureka!"
pointing towards the heavens,
instantly
there was a sonic boom,
and a roar of thunder
as lightning
struck the ground
"Yes!,"
thought the great spirit
I must create spirits like me
Creative beings with spirits,
and a desire to create
and so it was,
The great spirit created human beings
human beings with beautiful spirits
and a love for creating
and human beings
with an evil spirit
and a will to destroy all
of creation
Then the great spirit thought,
"My spirit creations in their bodies
will eventually
grow tired of creating,
And will not wish to stay forever
So I will give my spirit creations
a gift of time"
And so the great spirit
gathered boxes,
both large and small
And some pretty wrapping paper
Vivid and colorful
with various designs,
Then broke pieces of time
from the whole,
and sliced some pieces of time
from the whole,
like slicing a gourmet pizza
Then these pieces were gift wrapped,
and tied with pretty bows
with name tags
for each recipient
And so pieces of time is the gift
for all of beings of life
plants, animals, and human
and what of the giver?
Will he someday ask,
"What have we done with  
Our gift of time?"
Özcan Sh Apr 2018
Today i will be one year older
I got a gift today
A gift that I will never break
A gift that I will take care of every day
A gift that everyone needs
It was love.
a little poem on my birthday :)
Afeli Apr 2018
A gift of his childhood,
His eyes clutch a tint of yellow.

The engagingness and fascination of the gift; depreciated.
Plunging in to the urn of gifts, my extremity latches on to the pleasingness of the yellow tint.
I with all my hearts desire,consign to the oblivion
of

~yellow tint.
When my boyfriend was a kid he suffered from jaundice,which took a long time to heal due to which his eyes have a natural yellow colour, which I'm in love with.
Umi Apr 2018
Lilium,
Ah, you fascinating flower, an old gardener who still looks after his duty, mumbled to himself in awe of the stargazer and spider lilies,
They seem so majestic, yet innocent to the extent of a wounderous aura sent by their gentle yet stinging smell, spreading across the room
He said to himself that maybe,  if they are as beautiful and heavenly as he thought,their taste should be beyond reasoning goodness, sweet
Just one bite later, the taste engaging in his old mouth has caused him to become numb, confused and with an irrigular heart rate, paralised.
Oh such an intent, to punish all those who dare to bring ruin to their glory by eating them, trying their taste with death ? Truly murderous.
Seeping through his body before slowly draining his poor life force, the fate of an unknowing man who had become the vessel of great unfolding fury of a flower which seemed to be so kind before hand.
A treasure is alike a flower, the gift of life resembling its beauty and hournour, growing proud until the sweet poison of death overtakes it
When I knew the meaning of eternity you were no longer there, Darling

~ Umi
You sink into the fresh cotton ocean
fragranced by the oriental softener
I want you to reach into your inner
most abyss, while I pick my lotion.

We are alone my love, tonight
I owe you with my hands, give up the fight
Trust me, while I weave a warm thread of
tenderness on you, with me, you tread.

My fingers cascade and snake along your spine
I dedicate this moment to you. My message
is carved into you during this slow massage
To me, you are truly defenseless, thus divine

Imperceptibly, I skim your skin,
your breath, I appease
my angel, dream with ease
fallen asleep at my shin.

April 9, 2018
To Laurentin
Poem a Day Challenge Day 7
“Write a senses poem”
Cpoet Apr 2018
Forced entry..

Seen you like a sentry when you met me

Hit me like a tempt tree, will you let me?

Can i ask for more?

My judgments poor..

Forbidden fruit in your touch like an Apple Store.

Commodities i can't afford

But i'll take it..
      And you come oddly towards me like you might speak
                                                       forth with a tongue that's forked..

With just a taste i am delighted,

Ignorance enlightened,

Privilege provided,

With myself besided,


..........empty
Star BG Apr 2018
I am a sacred quilt,
sewn of the finest silk.
Patched together by
experiences gathered,
People I’ve met,
Days gone by.

My quilt vibrates
with love infused light.
With the moment,
as I add to its illumination.
As I breath deep
and harbor gratitude.

I am a precious quilt,
sewn with focus and intention
Always carried to give me warmth
as I align with the truth.
Truth hat I carry threads
of the Divine and therefore
am a gift.
Inspired by BJ Donovan. A gifted writer. Thanks
Yule May 2018
this must be a writer's curse
to feel everything, to not feeling at all
it is to let the mind pump to its beat
and letting the heart up high to soar

alas, this is where I have put my fate onto
to write and write and write
and let the pen scar the paper’s skin
for it to run its ink to the course
running, and running till the end of time
as long as till my hands bleed ink
it is to miss the things that doesn't exist
or at least in my head, it's there they reside
as it makes the rhythm of my heart reverberate

they are now a part of me, it always have been
it just took long for me to find and master it
bend it, and let it go onto my will
as much as I don't want them to be
it became my limbs, my everything
it is a part of me
the words are flowing down my veins
I am not alive if it wasn't for words
my heart won't ever grow tired
as it's the purpose why I'm living
and no one can take it away from me
words are your power, use it well | 180401; 10:57 am

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