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Ana S May 2016
Grab my hands.
Dance with me.
Pulled in close.
Stay here with me.
Yes you don't even know.
How much you really mean.
You are one of the reasons I breath.
Your every word draws me in.
Every move makes me weak.
Weaker to you.
Falling hard.
For once I actually want to fall.
Fall into you.
Feel your heart beat.
Your lips on mine.
Every kiss frightening and beautiful.
Wanting to grow old.
Only with you love.
Late at night.
Texting you til daylight.
Staying up as long as I can.
Dreaming of you.
Seeing you.
Morning lunch whenever we can.
Life's to short.
You say to live in the moment.
Never try to rush.
I'm always somewhere out of my mind.
Living strewn about over time.
Another random poem
Cynthia Jean May 2016
oh, the air is sweet
the sun is hot,and the waves come crashing in
on my sand castle

and the sky is blue,
and the gulls cry out
their grateful song

for a perfect day
for a time for building
castles in the sand

for a moment in time
for a memory

cj 2016
some of my best early memories are down at the beach and being in a creative place ...in my mind...playing in the sand
Robyn May 2016
My Cosmonaut
Scouring the stars for me
His life is all night and glitter
As I watch from my little marble
He floats
He flies
My Cosmonaut will rise
To the challenge
And bring a little space back
For me
KathleenAMaloney Apr 2016
Snake Jester
Star Points for a Stars Cross
Creative Rising
Above the  venomous   bite

Moonlight Reflected Sun
Rising off Dark  Mercurious Waters
So Brilliant
As to Be a New DAY

Even the Barbed wire Branches
Of the Old Tree
Is Grateful for the Warmth
of this Lunar  Sun

Fresh , Powerful, Clear,
...And Brilliantly Shining

Fascinated by a Vision Seen
From a  Mountain Top Perspective
Arrived at
Ladder to the Moon

Walkway
of the
Clear Invisible
Cynthia Jean Apr 2016
I have a memory
one  perfect one

where time stood still

for hours at a time

where the sun shone
even on cloudy days...

just me, my voice,
with the piano
in my grandma's
sun parlor

and the old, old sheet music
and picking out the notes
and playing with my *******
...just *******
and singing the songs
....with my one voice
and I was lost in dreamland songs, and hymns, and dixie and stephen foster....
and if ever i had a happy memory
...where nothing hurt
...and i was loved
...and safe
it was there.....

Cynthia Jean
Copyright 2016
everyone needs at least one memory untarnished by the world and this is one for me
Leila Valencia Apr 2016
This is a place where I divide
What I feel and what I see
Convincing, I hide in a flowery castel built by the higher mind
I write and read and hold each word closely
I hold tightly , I speak gently
This is the safe haven of poetic minds
Small little loving piece to express my gratefulness to have a poetic forum.
we are deemed the broken ones
with minds gone "crazy."
we are only grateful recipients,
for we see the world in other ways.
we are not faulty humans;
we only have an alternate life.
My house is beautiful
I think
Sorry
Our house is beautiful
Wait
Our apartment is beautiful
And I am
Not Sure
I am Not Sure
Shelby Azilda Mar 2016
Saying, "I love you," isn't big enough for what I really feel.
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