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silvervi Oct 11
There are quite a few
Sweet things:
The summer
And the sun,
My cheeks,
Your smile...
Your perfume...
Me writing poems about you.
Some comfy clothes,
The evening lights,
The stars,
The milky way
And mars,
Inline skating,
Even if long time ago,
Playing bongos
And cajon.

It's sweeter even
Just to dance,
To give myself
A daily chance,
To feel free,
And just to move
Only for me,
Nothing to prove.
The beat, the groove
The melody,
Are guiding lights
To me.

The sweetest thing
Is life itself -
To live it fully,
To accept oneself.
Be present now,
Not lost in images
For ages
That keep you
Trapped inside
Your beautiful
Sweet mind.
Deepali Oct 7
I met a guy online one day,
From my hometown, in a quirky way.
Goofy and dramatic, with moods that sway,
Yet his heart shines bright, leading me to say.

With innocence and love, he shows how to care,
Finding good in all, spreading kindness everywhere.
He taught me that helping brings a divine flare,
As God resides in us, a truth we must share.

As we talked, I thought of a moment I missed,
An old lady asking, but I let doubt twist.
One of my friend stepped in, giving without a list,
And I regretted my choice, feeling the ache of my fist.

Life offers so much, a bounty so grand,
In gratitude and kindness, we should make our stand.
When we live with this spirit, it’s easy to understand,
We ponder what we give back, to this life so unplanned.
Thank you, to the flamboyant guy who shows he cares,
Your kindness and love are beyond compare.
I’m grateful for the bond we share,
And all the wisdom in your flair.
Emery Feine Oct 5
I looked out the window when you began to leave
Kicked you out through my own front door
I noticed a tree and its turning red leaves
Guess I'd never noticed that before

That same day, I walked down to the river
A breeze came, cold and long
My body shook as I began to shiver
But the river kept moving along

I watched the sunset from a rocky shore
And although I'd never been there before
When the waves crashed and hit me with sea foam
I finally felt, for once, at home

Seasons never seemed to flow
Until I made you go
Every day was the same, you see
Until I forced you to leave me

I noticed how the clouds danced even lighter
How rain made the morning dew even wetter
How the rainbow shined even brighter
Maybe things will finally start to get better
Now that's what I can finally see
Finally free since you left me
this is my 119th poem, written on 8/10/24
Mateah Sep 28
In the hum drum and the toil
In the itch of daily life
As we each till our own soil
Carefully avoiding each others' strife
We go to and fro enjoying
The comfort of monotony
And take pride in our employing
The right of autonomy

We take little heed of shadows
And the artwork they display
Or the fluffiness of clouds
As they drift along their way
We forget to thank our knees
As we bend to take a seat
Or admire the flowing streams
In the hardwood beneath our feet

It takes substantial effort
To see the inches in the miles
But there's something striking in them
That I think you'll find worthwhile
Take notice of the details
Don't be blind to little things
When life feels all too big
Just practice noticing
I've found this makes my life feel much less chaotic. Noticing details helps ground me, make me more thankful, and helps me realize the insignificance of most of my problems. Haha.
Emery Feine Sep 26
I hope that deer in the road
In the afterlife has fun
I hope those moths by the light
Get an eternity of sun

I hope that lonely old lady
Gets to reunite with her lover
I hope that man who had to sit in the rain
Will always, above his head, have a cover

I hope the rainbow everyone admires when they see
I hope its colors never fade
I hope the dolls the girls wanted
I hope they never stop being made

I hope the ocean waves they splashed in
I hope they never stop being rode
I hope the stories that inspire others
I hope they never stop being told

And I hope when I take my final breath
I get to see that beautiful sky one last time
And I hope this dream is never taken away
Even though it was never mine
this is my 21st poem, created on 8/18/23.
Trees
With outstretched limbs
like arms reaching
to the sky in gratitude
giving praise for the day
Teach me too
to be grateful like you
Teach me to soak up the sun
and to be green and alive
with the memory of thankfulness

              — Magi
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