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Anastasia Aug 2019
She was made
of gold
and marble
and she stood
above
the water.
A boy of stone
less looked at
stood hidden
behind
the ivy.
Forgotten
by most
he loved
the girl
made
of gold
and marble.
He
loved her
she
loved him
and they whispered
their love
in the night.
what do you think?
Randi Jul 2019
I witnessed your unraveling
as she tore you to bits.
Eating at your very core until
things seemed irreversible.

I saw how things changed
when I picked you up piece by piece.
You weren't the same but

It was like looking at shattered pottery
put back together, gleaming with gold
at the cracks.
The same, yet new at the same time.
Renewed.

Then I saw how you went back to her
as I scattered to the wind.
Julie Grenness Jul 2019
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My true friend is like gold,
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Golden friend for thee and me.....
A flash of inspiration, true friends are like gold.
Karijinbba Jul 2019
O this grillo cricket singing.
It's heart out.
all the night long!.
 Mystical creature so loud.
               reciting it's mating song.
                     Lonesome as me it is!
                Can't **** it though.
                I feed it veggies instead
       It's good luck to sweep it.
away and bad to harm it
It keeps me.
thinking of that old.
Grasshopper mine.
     that blue green
            mind bending.
                      eyed wearing.
                             its purely gold.
                                crown.                          ­           enamoring me.
           O how it did it!
Oh how he wrote!.
             King grasshopper mine
                       wore his gold mask
                    sparkled with song
   All night long!
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By: Karijinbba
I gently trap the singing ckrickets
and let them fly free through the years many a summers a grillos chrikets singing kept me company
The beginning its said its the premonition of its end...as it was back then without a plan the cricket song
Remains a visitor.in the end
Ruth Nadler-Nir Jul 2019
Inhale. Exhale
Taste the blue
And wrap yourself
In the possibility
Of gold
Ashley Kaye Jul 2019
dear i wonder is it you
that i love, treasure
is it the love you give me?
I am gilded. You deserve wonders beyond gold.
lenore Jul 2019
love splits me open like a fairy nut:
from my chest flow forth
the honey and the gold

and my heart melts like a sword
like something that recalls
the taste of blood.
Myka Jul 2019
The children of the moon are born with golden wings,
flying through the cosmos, travelling worlds and visiting stars.
They pick at the shackles of their realities, hoping to find another,
with glazed eyes, lunar-powered minds and beating hearts.

Sleepwalking in the day, daydreaming at night,
Fluttering their wings as they wear their hearts on their sleeves.
They are the Dreamers, moonstruck wanderers, who dream
to bring truth to their stardust-sprinkled make-believes.
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