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Gem Jun 2017
To thee, who uttered my name
In a room of blur and a crowd of who’s
With that alluring smile which I blame
For wrecking my walls until it’s no use

Time with thee is a forceful billow
crashing on me, drowning my sanity
And with every innocent hello
I’m grounded with the force of gravity

Behind that façade, I see something more
Stay as you are, ‘tis something I adore
A lot to unravel, but there is no rush
When things are chaotic, 'tis okay to hush

To thee, who’s born on this lovely day
Whose existence shines when skies are gray,
For little acts, I thank thee
Time and again, I thank thee

*g.b.
sunprincess Jun 2017
A beautiful day;
Breeze blowing
  Birds singing
Sun smiling
Life is a dream
Today is God's gift to us
Let's receive it joyfully
Ami Shae Jun 2017
What a gift to come here today
I was feeling off
(I'm sad to say)--
but after reading a few poems here
I suddenly feel full of love and good cheer!
(Thank you, dear HP poets)!
Debanjana Saha Jun 2017
Adversity burnt everything
which I once thought was mine!

But later guided me
into a new road of uncertainty!

Cherishing the learning process
of striking back as a new arrival!

Setting my tears ablaze
who cares but none!

So  lets back fall again & again
but in different ways.

Finding a way out
to turn those shadows of failures
into shining hopes of reality!


Smiling with each fall I realized
I am more than I could define!
A new me was born who fears less & falls more
so as to explore the possibilities of all the untrodden road.
Idiot May 2017
Mug
Last Christmas, I gave you the mug.
I wanna know
what you saw
in the mug
filled with fluid,
with my soul in your mug.
Mug is a funny word. It could represent a cup or a face. Furthermore, it also means "to rob someone". So, the narrator wants the one he/she loves to see their face in the   cup. And he/she wants to rob his/her heart.
Benji James May 2017
Musics my art,
It's like a sketch,
Sculpting a verse,
Made out of words.
The music it's the painting
,
The colours, the tones, the shades.

When the image is complete

It's a beautiful picture, expressing emotion. 

Feeling, seeing, hearing, 

It's perfection, in the motion,

It's the creation,

It's the notion,

It's your blood,
sweat tears and devotion
,
That makes it worth it in the end
.
It's the message you send

to change lives again and again.

©2017 Written By Benji James
Star BG Apr 2017
Dear Self Divine,

I praise you for your journey
for the bends and turns it takes.
For the emotions rode when rains come
and the highs below rainbow skies.

Do carry on with love
as it is your souls nature.
Drink the wines of harmonious energies
for peace is a birthright.

Dance inside the tides of change
and stay connected to heart
to merge with winds.

Eternal we are,
inside source and the universe.

Dear Higher self.

We rock as we are a team
un-separable.

Yes, Life is a gift
and it is grand.

StarBG © 2017
Ben At93 Apr 2017
Hello there,
This one is for you,
Something I'd like to share,
And let you know how much am thankful,

Thank you for how you care,
And how you always there,
As my best friend and someone I can count on,
Someone I can tell anything I know,

Thank you for being that person,
That picks me up when am broken,
Thank you for being all that you can be,
And for seeing even underneath my skin,

Thank you for giving me someone I look up to,
Yes. You are that to me too,
Thank you for being you,
And for sticking around even when my days are blue,

You're one of those people,
That are rare to find,
A gift for the soul,
A blessing to this man,

Thank you for listening when I talk,
You have no idea how hard that is,
Thank you for being a friend and more,
Besides all the trouble I cause,

Thank you for your words,
Thank you for the time,
To me, you are indeed gold,
And wouldn't trade you for the whole world,
TS Apr 2017
To be healthy and care free is a burden to most folk, but to some being healthy and able to achieve and live is but life's greatest gift. Struggles come and go, but declining health at a young age is a sad ultimatum. Through this strength is found, but pain is always around.
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