Mystic Ink Feb 17
Accept the limelight,
When the time feel content
Knowing you all are just like me
Reached the edge of 2017.

On the way,
So far, treasuring hope
Fortunate to land on 2018
Yes, We will gain insight
Holding memories, a constant companion
Gravity of 2017,
Imbedded within heart and mind
We will never be apart,
Singing a new melody
All we were, All we will be…..

All we were, All we will be……
The same,
Joining a human race,
Trying for a comfortable breathe
Warm embrace of happy new year.
Let’s wish,
A beautiful sunshine in await.
Happy New Year 2018.
Mystic Ink Feb 7
If given me the universe,    
With culture of humanity,  
I will be searching a divine soul  
A fallen angel,    
With a gravity of morality    
Godly creature of fantasy  

Defying the maternal laws  
Causing emotions standstill  
Echoes oscillate  
Echoes oscillate
Lastly, heard a whisper  
Confessing Love  
Philosophy of Completion  

When, 1+1=1  
Here, Chemistry defy Mathematics  
Gravity of love
Gravity of Love. Shared from my Anthology, Canvas: Echoes and Reflections. 2018.
sunprincess Feb 6
I'm thankful for gravity
and all that is
I'm thankful for flowers and trees,
Birds and bees, you and me
I'm thankful for poets
writing beautiful poetry,
I'm thankful for their pen
and their golden ink
I'm thankful for the soil,
and so much more
I'm thankful for gravity,
and all that is
Steve Page Feb 3
The full, bloody moon
didn't feel that super.
It's powers of persuasion,
the pull of its personality
had ebbed to an all time low.
Oh, how it ached to make
its return journey,
to head back to the light,
to resist the draw
of this lesser sphere
and to answer
the greater solar call.
Each crator craved
to add that greater gravity
to its own
and together give rise
to the highest tides,
to monster surfs
that would daunt
the most arrogant of Canutes.
No amount of talk of waning
would deny this moon
it's rightful place,
turning it's far, dark side
to face the warmth of the sun,
and orbiting on,
into a crescent
of nocturnal renewal.
Prompted by recent blood moons.
Sam Miller Jan 23
Daisy remind me of when i
A reminence of a more peaceful place
A world created from what we bury to deep
A good way to hide whats
truely on the face
But the problem with daisys is there the same as dreams
They die maybe in a few years or even a few days
Reviling the demons and what they mean

Poppies remind me of the war thats been
The hidding of a horrible tradgerdy and the millions it destroys
The mothers and fathers who will Miss there teens
Just to protect the rich's
choir boy
Popies remind me of a world of war
And the millions of people distraught

Roses remind me of
Beautiful on top with thorns underneath
Rips at your skin just to pull you down, with gravity
Picked from the crowed slowly destroyed to make someone else care free
Roses reminded me of society destroying you slowly till your unseen
Billy Jan 22
A paradigm shift
In between time
And space aligned
A pitch, dark void

Wheeled by the stars
Powered by gravity
I felt myself
As a part of the abyss

The depths of our existence is intense
I once fell for your light
Now I linger in your dark
Painting your beauty with sorrow

The emptiness is addicting
To witness it being fulfilled
By every single thing
But your lost love

I was drunk from all the matters
High from all of your energy
There was no fear, no pain
Only the haunting memories of you, infinitely
Kat Jan 21
Oh La Luna.
You do much more than move tides.
You shift Souls into Light
Reminding us of the Dark
So we return with Might.
My Mighty Magician.
Master of my Soul,
Master of Night. ✨
Jewel M C Jan 19
disconnect me from this reality
i want to escape the
of this: a n x i e t y

(i feel like it's consuming me...)
A perfect equilibrium,
gravitationally balanced between Luna and Earth.
A place in space where peace gives birth.

Earth at my head and Luna at my feet.
Up and down does not reside here,
where my soul has found the cure.

Here I am alone, to watch the Earth kneel to its orbit.
Here in this point, hell I can forget.

The clouds become shrouds around the wet body. Mountain tips peek through weather thick and thin, piercing through the polluted sin.

Luna at my feet, in a tidal lock.
She only shows her face,
waiting on an orbital clock.

Fifty billion years till Earth returns the synchronous favor.
Looks her in the eye and and her beauty she will savor.
A thank you for the ocean wave,
and the path to life she did pave.
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