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Criselda Kelley Mar 2017
From Me To You
My arms embrace the heavens
While my toes dig into the sand.
Words dribble around my being
Relentlessly scattering about the land.
Perhaps you will hear my desperation
Searching, weaving into your mind.
Proclaim words of my Love's gravitation
Right to your heart from mine.
C Cavierre Jan 2017
That time that it
rained,
There was suddenly a
soothing of the pain
From your breathless,
ever struggling chest,

Washed, cleared away
by this brief, miraculous event,
By the mere thought of
the heavens crying in your stead.
For the people who love the soothing rain
Ami Shae Jan 2017
While trying to decide if ever I can confide
my deepest of secrets to the one I love--
                      even
beyond the depth of the ocean
or the awesome blue skies above...

I shyly gaze into eyes that make me realize
that never before have I known this joy--
                      and I ask,
who on this amazing, green, beautiful earth
ever dreamed that my true love is  not  even a boy?!

Wondering if ever I will be brave and endeavor
to spill my heart to the one I love...
                     if only
I could know that she cares as much for me too--
then my heart would soar to the heavens above!
it just slipped out, but has been a long time coming...sigh...
hazem al jaber Dec 2016
In a heaven's bed ...

laying together ...
minds so madly ...
straying to sky ...
eyes into eyes ..
lip fights lip ...
to get it's honey ...
loving tasty honey ...
from one ...
to the other ...
every one gets ...
and need more ...
while hands gently ...
touching ...
hugged bodies ...
softy..
hot ..
asking for more ...
fires to give ...
one to the other..

speechless mouths ...
with no words ..
only eyes ...
and lips ..
running fingers ..
making bodies speaks ...
dances on fires ...
which we both burn it ...
that we set on fires...
through our longing ...
which we desire for ...
to melt one in the other ...
so fast running ...
as an ice and fires ...
until bodies cries ...
with a sweet pleasure ...
slowly moaning ...
asking for more ...
more pressure ...
faster we did ...
to get all pleasures ...
till we got what asked for ...
yes we did ...
as in the heaven we were ..
there into our bed ...
body next body ...
eye in eye ...
and lips fights lips ...
we were there ...
in our heaven's bed ...

hazem al ...
alvin guanlao Aug 2016
I don't know when
but we must be ready
and have you decided
on when to be castrated

don't, hold my hand
we don't show our feelings
and I thought you completed
all of our training

look out the window
soon we'll be able to count all the stars
feel how the wind blow

because tonight, tonight might be the last
for you and i, together we'll fly so far
until we reach the creator of heaven and stars

tonight tonight, we throw our past
for you and i, together we'll die at last
so we can preach our message from heaven we start

and for a little while
we will be reaching on heaven's gate
Gemineyed Gypsy Jul 2016
Can you remember before we tripped and fell out of stride? Over-paced, the human race, our twelve-hour clock wound up tight with our world moving two days too fast.

Can you imagine a world with dirt roads and infrequent cars? Silence from the propellers of planes with air so pure, crisp and free from the fumes of exhaust and burning fuel that continues to fill our atmosphere at an extraordinarily fast-paced race to the end before we can even enjoy the beginning?

I dream of going back to such a place, building these dreams and grand illusions in my mind from the stories of my elders and great ancestors of old times.

When working was nothing about sitting at an office desk or making the most salaried income in this hectic life of no rest.

When mornings were spent gratefully tending to the fields and afternoons to the flocks. When in between, you let your eyes rest as you lay on fresh hay bales using only the sun's shadows as your clock.

When nights were filled with belly laughter and passionate kisses creating harmony with nature's own chirps of crickets and coyotes making sweet symphony to the skies; to Mother Moon herself and to the Great One hidden from our eyes.

A time of ease and inner peace amongst our day's hard work. Where the silence of zen in utmost meditation's only disturbance is of nature herself... A dragonfly zipping across your line of view... a horsefly buzzing around your ear... The bark of a pup or the sly movements of the cat as he makes his way into your garden to mess with your plants...

A world where your surroundings are as vastly colored as the most glorious sunset sky of orange, fuchsia, peach and yellow rainbow-dipped flowers, sending their love in sweet floral aroma as you breathe in; lifting your head, heart and chest in joyful adoration as your eyes glance in reverence to the heavens up high.
© 2016 Gemineyed Gypsy
All rights reserved.
Intellectual property of the author.
Maria Sinoway Jul 2016
When the Gods told the child
his story was foretold in the stars,
He marched into the sky that night
and tore the heavens apart.

I'll write my own story.
He said.
And I'll forge my own path.
I don't care what they say,
Destiny be ******.


But then the Gods began to laugh,
And the Fates, they simply kneeled.

Oh child, you foolish thing.
Your fate has just been sealed.


**- You can't escape
  your destiny.
Only trigger it.
Loveless Jun 2016
The sound of heaven I heard
She was crying without any word
To you, normal it may seem
But it was her shriek, her scream
I heard her terrifying thunder
That was full of saddened wonder

Those dark clouds were flying
As the heaven was crying
I felt her tears fall
Touching me deep inside my soul
It was the storm of the rain
Filled with endless, eternal pain

In my heart I could feel
She was sad, she wanted to heal
Those tears of her took her sadness
Falling down with never ending madness
The pearls of the drops fell down
Crushing into our sinful town

When heaven had looked down, she broke
Saw so much hatred, her heart choke
On our behalf, she started to mourn
Maybe that's how rain and thunder are born
It only rains as hope to wash away our sin
It only thunders to calm the heavens from within
I was just wondering that what if it's not the rain as we see it and it is the cry of the sky and the thunder is her scream!
Maybe the heavens couldn't hold on to so much overwhelming emotions and she breaks down to us!
Next time give her a hug by opening up your arms, standing under those precious droplets, when she mourns
Àŧùl May 2016
Blessed,
I am with wonderful heavenly abilities,
I just forgot how to fly.

Cursed,
I am with the gaping loneliness in my life,
I just do not belong here.

Seek,
I do a partner who understands me fully,
I just want that someone.
A self-dedication

My HP Poem #1072
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl Mar 2013
Consider this a caustic remark,

You
behave
as
though
you
won't,
&
You
behave
as
though
you
can't
live,
Without me.

You
Often
Try
To
Soothe
Yourself,
&
You
Usually
Try
To
Calm
Yourself.

But
Actually
You
Need
Me
As
A­n
Escape
From
Your
Apprehensions
About
The
Various
Spiritual
Conc­epts.

So
It's
Just
That
You
Need
Me!
Not knowing that it's me actually who needs you to recognize me
Poem #111
© Atul Kaushal
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