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Jaden Apr 2018
She sleeps
In the bright meadow
Under the sunny oaks,
maples, pines.

The darkness closes in.
Still,
She sleeps
And the guardian watches on.
Inspired by “The Woodman’s Child” by Arthur Hughes, 1860
© K. M. H.
Caroline W Mar 2018
So much faces
but the same eyes?
So different
from one second to the next?
Like clockwork at the day,
like a storm of chaos at the night,
like a sister at best friends side,
like a warrior to the rest of the world?
To hard to be the girl to love?
Understand that much, that ya need to love you?

I'm sorry.. it's me -
It's what i am ,or what we where..
'cause i was more than one..
broken as child,
grown in pieces,
splitted by pain,
reforged to one..

...but ever stay what i am..
..a guardian angel with a soul like a prism
Shaddox Nov 2017
The dragon sits, above the cliff,
Keeping guard above the village,
His heart, forever stiff,
He's aware that he can pillage.

So he armored his core forever,
Hiding his pain in plain sight,
The love and trust he built in aeons,
Burned in flames forever white.

He still has hope,
He still has dreams,
He can still see into the forever,
And that, perhaps, makes him
More human than ever.

So I bring this edifice, to the dragon,
Forever keeping watch on me,
I am grateful, oh so grateful,
For him listening to my plea.
Dedicated to my great friend Pyrhos.
Vyiirt'aan Nov 2017
As the war has taken
Our king from the throne
As I, the light, am burdened
To hold my father's corpse
The soft voice of the wind
Caresses the rotten flesh
Of those whose light
Burned brighter than the sun

As the sun sleeps
The moon calls forth
The dances of the night

As the sun awakens
Be it the darkness
Be it the daylight

These ruins are my home
Who guide my light to the world

As the wind drags along
The ashes of the light
As everything was taken
And murdered after the fight
The voice of the wind
Is harsh, loud and cold
The remains of them
Whose name hold a reminiscence

As the sun sleeps
The moon calls forth
The rituals of the night

As the sun awakens
Be it the darkness
Be it the daylight

The light moves forward
And guide me back home
30th October 2017 - The beginning of my ventures into poetry.

Do I enjoy it? Probably.
Would I keep writing? Maybe.

Dedicated to a close friend
Benji James Oct 2017
For you, I'd crash through steel doors
For you, I'd break down castle walls
She knows how to break through 
She has nothing left to prove
And I've got nothing left to lose
Except for you 
I don't know what I would do
If I ever lost her too
I'd fight, I'd lie, I'd cry, I'd die
I'd stand by your side 
For the rest of my life 
We've seen the best through each other's eyes
We can read each other's minds
You'll always be suspended in mine 
We still have more memories to find
But tonight would you be mine?

©2017 Written By Benji James
Brooklyn René Oct 2017
Night so dark, yet so bright
Sometimes you leave
Yet you are always there
I’ve watched you out my window
Till my eyes can look no more
Your light has brought comfort
When there is none
You light the world around me
in glowing paths
You always watch over me
Like my very own sentinel
Shielding me from the unknown
When you show yourself
The world comes to life
With sounds of predators
hunting through the night
But I do not fear them
For you guard
My every breath
Isobel Webster Sep 2017
The guardian angel on the bus
wears starched white hair and long black coats,
smiles at me,
black lips and choker.
Small reminder of herself.
Mary E Zollars Aug 2017
In darkness, in secret
In light, in plain sight
With love, with tenderness
With jealousy, with torment
Through words, through wisdom
Through touch, through feel
No matter the height, the climb
No matter the depth, the dive
Whether I be healthy, be strong
Whether I be sickly, be weak
I will be there to protect
I will be there to love
For you I am a guardian
For you I am an angel
For my beloved, Jessica
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