Rohan Nath May 18

There were ripples of the sparkling stream.
The crystalline water was mirroring the blue sky.
That befriended with the sun’s wonderful beam.
Beams of the dazzling looking golden eye.

The background was overflowing with mountains.
Mountains with snowcapped peaks,
Their attainment of such exquisiteness is a real arcane.
What is it above the sky that they seek?

The eagles were gloating about their wings.
O! How marvelous they were to glance upon!
Thrushes flew above the river as they sing.
Grazing on the grassland was a cluster of fawn.

There I saw the elderly yet strong fisherman.
Flinging his lure in an elegant technique.
Attracting catfish and trout as much as he can,
While sitting on the boulder beside the flowing creek.

The loveliness of the lotus was luring me,
Positioned silently on the cerulean water.
The white arrowhead was charming as she could be,
Her petals were diminutive as they always were.

Far away, I saw a grandiose tall tower.
Its peak was reaching for the high heavens.
He stood there taking delight over his power,
Amazed all travelers every now and then.

The heavens above exposed a band of colors.
Little time, after the floating dark skies cried.
I then assumed that our life is filled with squalors.
But don’t worry because later they are all bright.

After the drizzle, dews sat calmly on the grasses.
Scarcely and leisurely moving towards the ground,
The sunlight coalesces with the dew with tender caress.
How luxurious they looked wearing the golden crown!

The children played alongside the river in pleasure.
Girls were collecting flowers to make tiaras and garlands,
While boys were skipping stones on the tranquil water
Their little footprints placed themselves on the loose sands.

And I was assembled comfortably on the greens.
Beside flowed the river without paying any notice.
It cleansed all of my hopelessness and spleen.
Therefore I slept on the nature’s lap with internal peace…

Paul Jones Apr 29

I climb. Although a harsh wind and sleet sweeps
  these hills, my temperament remains steady.
Although the path is treacherously steep
  I have been thoughtful, I have come ready.
The footfall here is few and far between
  and some who came to conquer, could not cope.
As I push on past the point where they've been,
  I look into a mist that holds my hope.
Joy lies beyond a helm wind of despair
  and must be battled with to be surpassed.
I will prevail here knowing that it's there.
  I’ll conquer fell and fall so I’ll be passed
to where tranquillity abounds below,
  throughout the valleys of the rain shadow.

Sonnet - 9 -
11:00 - 29/04/17

This is a revision of a previous sonnet. It's metaphorical and explore's why some people choose to do difficult things in life, despite having easier options.

Climbing the hills to nowhere
Enjoying each step,
With sweat and exhaustion
Still with smile and joy on our faces;
Rose blooming on everyone's cheek
Top of the mountain, I see
Time comes to an end but with wondérful memories engraved in our brain.

Lady Bird Dec 2016

a stone castle of beauty
standing on the edge of day
where freedom's spirit lies
a lonely wounded beast
with eyes up to the skies

a dream plain and simple
streams of gentle chills
winds creassing the skin
spreading arms like wings
to jump the tallest hills

Megan Kay Dec 2016

So warm with subtle life
Rolling desert hills and splotches of green

I loved your plains
Oh the tanned beauty

But I, from the north east
Could never predict the lack of hydration

For seasons don't change in the desert
And rain rarely falls upon the plains

I was going through the motions
All the snow, and changing of leaves

You watched with great admiration
At my ever changing emotions

And your dry surface cracked
And I knew you could never freeze

But I was bitten by the frost
And have not seemed to mind the cost

McDonald tsiie Dec 2016

Let's go out a couple of nights
One feels up whilst the other bites
Let's do what feels right
Lets not fight

Lets not take drugs and fake hugs
Lets passionately get lost in each others arms
I'm waiting on the back of the hill
Staring at the highway trying to stand still

Are you patient? Oh please
Are you patient? Are you free?
Can you see? How it's obscene?

Come on now make a scene
Come tomorrow I'm coming clean
Cross my heart and hope to die
And wonder next who'll lie

I was counting on deceit of the day
To create a proper feeling of
What I was going to say
But I would make false re-sort
That said I never trusted strangers
And my crushes weren't short

So lets let love play it's part
Before we're apart lets start

Devin Ortiz Dec 2016

Down below, in the little mountain town
By the river the splits the east and west
I, heading out the door realize I'm far away
Sentiment hits at the liquor store
As hills once dead and brown
Have been reborn into lush greens
Realizing how much time has past
When I skipped through towns
Like a stone fighting to sink or swim
Things are different now, down below
In this little mountain town.

McDonald tsiie Oct 2016

Everything is a puzzle
Your appearance puts everything into place
Reminds me of those 546 days

A makeup artist on your face would just do an over do
A certified stylist can't even style you
Eyes cute like a small kitty lenses

Your smile lights me up like the morning sunshine
You're more than absolute no fine
The way you smile...
It's like you have gold grills in all your teeth it blinds my eyes

Bring your heart I'll bring my soul that's poetically deep
"You my sanity, a soul to keep"

My heart was once a lost cause and I've waited
Without you I never made
You never degraded
I saw you I faded
Not knowing your heart is where my heart is situated

Your love is affecting
Us is nothing without U
I need you more than anything
That's all I'm asking

A heartbeat ticking like time I wrote apologies
Thousand of thoughts we created memories
Climbing the weekend hills
A customise yourself with the screams

Through mountain tops and river peaks
We aren't getting any cheaper thrills
Lagoon poetry and the beach
Baby girl I'd rather preach

Hold my hand
Let's climb the hills
Please please try by any means not to scream...

sweetheart, sweetheart
here we come
from the hill nearby the river
we will take your first-born son
we will take and will deliver

sweetheart, sweetheart
close your eyes
he'll be taken to a palace
where nothing ends or dies
shines aurora borealis

sweetheart, sweetheart
here we are
singing songs of constellations
he will be our shining star
our blessing or damnation

Lynn Al-Abiad Jul 2016

إجا الربيع
الورود بعدها شي إنها شايفي ضو الشمس
و عم بت واسيلي إجرَيّي
و الفراشات ليك وَينون عم بيلعبو
و عم ب حورو و يدورو حوالي إيدينا ت يفلتُوون
و إنت بتروح بتلحقهم
لأنو بالنهاية ما في غير هل فراشات ت يرَجْعوك عل بيت قبل ما تغيب الشمس ب كعب الوادي

It's spring
The flowers are still young
And they would caress my feet
The butterflies are out there playing
And they would come play around our hands to detach them
And you would follow them
Because eventually the butterflies are the ones that would take you home before the sun sets down over the hill

لين اا -
- LynnAA

بقدم لك وردة, عبارة عن رقت قلب
I offer you a flower, a symbol of softness.

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