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i loved you
when the sun
still rose in the west,
when caterpillars
hadn't grown
their wings yet.

i loved you
in cherry lips—
in almond kiss,
in dreamy eyes,
in youthful bliss.

now, my distant heart
could only love you
in heavy mist,
in forlorn might,
in fleeing light,
in vague hindsight—
of what was right.
John McCafferty Jun 2020
Step through the clouded mist
Reflect upon the silver pane
Assist and improve to renew
the lesser side of you

As the body regenerates
in kind so can the mind
Rectify verbal constructs
There's still time to grow
in matching your actions

Stretch between your
panic and comfort zones
Observe parity with clarity
Lessons in self awareness are key
as you can't always be told what to be
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Poetry Art Jun 2020
Let me pick those dull daisies
Supplant those with roses and lilies
Take the agony and sadness away
And I'll replace it
With ravishing orchids
As you do the same thing
With these flowers in my head

Let me pour love
And watch you bloom
As the sun shines directly
Towards us two
Continue growing with me
Even days are blue
This love will g r o w --
And so us, too
how amazing could it be?
annh May 2020
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In this brave new world of no handshakes and multiple rounds of hand sanitiser there exists a blessed irony: social distancing is bringing my neighbourhood closer together. The solidarity of a shared smile - albeit bestowed from an apologetic distance of two metres - lifts the spirits, straightens the shoulders, and tickles the heartstrings more than any viral meme (no pun intended) could ever do.
Danielle May 2020
They came from the
roots of unknown,
nurtured to see
the sheer bliss.
They grew to build
a strong foundation
as they grew together.
rarae aves May 2020
I notice im making little changes
Little..little,such a big deal to me..  
After being resistant for so long,for reasons that have now become known to me.
My own belief, no matter how many times I positively handled , the deep dark belief kept taking over me..pretty much telling me to *******-
its too much, its too late , it’s not worth it , I’m not worth it.
So Im fully feeling the little changes as a big deal..feeling good to me..feeling good to be feeling good to be me..aah..it’s liberating and enlightening..  stay forever,
You wonderful feeling!
LITTLE is underrated
Many a times, LITTLE is big..
making more than a little difference.
A LITTLE is all it takes to eventually produce
all big changes.
Let’s know and embrace the value of LITTLE,     become the difference it makes, and then
become the change itself.
rarae aves May 2020
When we view our lives
through the same magnifying
lens as we view others..
uncanny revelations are guaranteed..
much needed revolution, there will be.
Four May 2020
An ordinary river is continuously flowing,
Where different water species are roaming,
But none of them are really surviving,
They stay for a while and later end up dying.
Until one day a master came in,
Everyday he is deeply staring,
He noticed a fish that is not dying nor moving,
That made the river realize the fish is not leaving,
Together, the river and the fish began blooming,
People started recognizing, visiting and appreciating,
From then on both the river and the fish live to be seizing.
There are lots of ideas in our minds, that's making us do and try lots of things but it tend to be end up failing everytime. I believe we all have that one great thing which will lead us to the path where we will live significantly. If we once find it, embrace and focused on developing it and enjoy the previledges it comes with.
Elaine Yu May 2020
When we are young
We want nothing but love
The moon can sing
The star can dance
We can sit together
and watch them till dawn
in silence

When we are grown
We want everything but love
The moon and star is still singing and dancing
But we can no longer see or hear
"Click"
I took a picture for only a second
and share with everyone
Hope someone will ask for something
but silence

Our world become crowded
I lost that evening for so long
Coleen Mzarriz May 2020
When they leave a mark,
she grew —
she rose out of grief;
even outgrew some hidden scars,
find some glorious jams — out of scars, she later discovered, a shady gem.

When they leave a mark,
she grew —
she bred out of bare sounds;
she then understood the relevance
of empty promises — its words and its absence
the mere thought that grows with it.

She then leaves a scar;
some strain,
some courses of her daily life — some parts of her,
even when she did not become a part of theirs.

She then rose —
when they leave a mark.
we grow, we develop, we love, we leave traces of marks—some part of us.
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