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Mary-Eliz Apr 2018
through the
Humbling Portal
of these
Hallowed Pages
you'll find

Hesitant Plunges
both by new
and "older"
Honored Poets

using
Harmonious Palettes
to create
Haunting Pictures
sometimes giving a
Heavenward Peek

through
Hypnotic Potpourri
Heady Perfume
even
Happy Poison

while
Hapless Pixies
and
Hopeful Prophets
Hunt Pearls
and
Hold Parades

that result in
Holy Pandemonium

yet
within our reach are
Homegrown Peaches
Hanging Pome
for our
Hungry Prowling

as we read
tales of
Heartless Paramours
Hissing Pit-vipers
who gave
Half Promises

we decipher
Humorous Puzzles
Hardest Perplexities
based on
Hysterical Pretexts
until our eyes see only
Haphazard Pixels
on the screen

and in a
Helpless Panic
we quickly read
the notes
a
Hasty Postlude#
Wilder Mar 2018
Why do I come here,
Day
After
Day
Soak my worries into these healing poems
Dive into someone else's heartbreak
Cry with them
Swim though a tangle of truth written by a nobody
You aren't a nobody anymore
This is a haven, a sanctuary of hope
For all these wandering poets
Wandering through heartbreak
Lies, truth
Death, life
Hurt, healed
So, ask me, why am I here?
Aren't you here for the same reason?
YUKTI Feb 2018
.................................
You and I are like,
Red lipstick and a girl's lips.
A piece of lime and tequila's nips..

Cup of coffee and "The fault in our stars".
A candlelight dinner and you with a guitar.

Dried soil and the first drop of rain.
Morning tea with Rainbow and dinner with  Fountain..

full moon night and desert sand.
‎you and I are like a strand♥♥
Your comments are always appreciated.
I shake off the chains of the past.
At last.
I look forward.
To what lies ahead.
New life.
New time.
New journey of discovery.
Of ministry.

New discovery.
New Year.
Of finding out more
of who He is.
And why He laid hold of me.

I lay my head against His chest.
Safe in His embrace.
And then take His hand.
As together we walk.
Into the future.
Into.
A New Year.
"But one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind and reaching forward to those things which are ahead, I press toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus."  --Phil. 3: 13-14.
writerReader Jan 2015
there was an old man
he wore a billowing cape
ebony his eyes
Seema Oct 2017
Error 500 slammed on my face
When I wanted to post
It raced its pace
And left me standing at the coast

Not the first time to be
Now it's like something's wrong
I am able to comment and see
But then the page load takes too long

Is HP comming to an end?
I hope not, please!
See to this, mend or amend
And put this error 500 on freeze.

Thank you.


©sim
"I prefer to make love happen,
                              than talk about love
                                                        and waste my time."
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