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a huge strong wind in the street
on the street and in the squares and even on the mountain
where I was where I sang songs at all
recently today where met evening where
watched the sunset and yawned and tired and raged

a huge huge strong wind outside the window
as if the fire no longer holds the frame
as if the fire had completely forgotten what it was
it was as if I was losing myself once and for all
and forever and to the end and forever and forever so

and today many different sounds were reproduced
many different sounds and minor and major
but most birds and I was like birds in flight
and shouted and sang I and I created a huge parade because
that the wind never leaves my heart

12.10.18
eli Jun 7
you know how when you run a huge race and you see the finish line and get so happy
you want the end to come so fast

yeah,
thats me with life
Bardo Apr 16
Like a muscular drummer drumming,
    the Big wind
It gathers itself, twirls its sticks
Then swooping suddenly lambasts its
     kit
Thrashes the coast, sways the trees
    and rocks the boats
Lathers into it;
Its cymbals crashing are the smash of
    the sea against the rocks
The trees running amuck over the
    rising mountains.

                                    II

With a draught of this air drawn in to
    fill my sails
To have the big windmills of my blood
    rotate
And blow me out then across the bay
Up over the headland, out over the
    wide open sea
A Colossus emerging and none to
    stand in my way.
The sea comes alive on stormy days and gets into your soul
Nayana Nair Mar 21
I see you there
on the terrace of a house
that I must imagine,
for I have never seen it
in all the years we have been together-
your house-
that sits on the same piece of land as mine.
The roads,
the night,
the days-that separate us.
The words that fill
this huge space between us
little by little.
Trying to bring me closer to you,
these words day by day
fill this city to its brim.
Till I hear your heart
from miles away.
But I feel you are not mine
As your words, like poison
eat away my love.
I miss those streets, the nights.
I miss the days
when there was more to this world,
than you.
boeing 747-700x
they say that size doesn't matter
but i disagree with them
and say they're full of shit
size DOES matter
this is why i fly my jet
a boeing 747-700x
my baby is f8cking huge
a touch under 280ft long
i can carry hundreds of people
all around the world
flying in luxury in my jet
served by sexy air hostesses
with bruce dickenson my co-pilot
take it from me size does matter
and yes my jet is big and black
unbuilt jet
George Grenfell Nov 2017
There it stands, arachnid shadows creeping down, its veins flow hidden, causing the grass to breathe.

A distant storm closes in,
it swallows the horizon, accentuating my trivialty .
I rest in solitude.

I make my way up the hill.
I can see the wind through the things that it moves, its power still dormant, demanding my respect.

As i get closer i can sense a force above me,
A blue marble spins and glistens in orange light,
i try desperately not to fall off.

Its almost too much to bare as i stretch out my hands.
In that instant i realise my eyes have been closed.

I hesitate to open them,
The vast atmosphere is now an ambience moaning low.
A deep chant reverberates inside.

I can feel Herculean walls towering to an ornate roof, and statues of gold staring into me, piercing my skin.

Never blinking, never averting their gaze, i have to see.

The hairs on my neck stand up and I thrust my eyes wide.

A cold breeze drifts in from my garden as rain drips off the tin roof.
I get up from my chair wiping my tired eyes.

I look out at the old tree from years past, but i see it for the first time.
Again this one is based off a recurring dream theme of a lone tree on a hill, and a huge monestary at the edge. Ive tried to reflect the atmosphere accurately.
Lucy Jul 2017
Her
She's the epitome of perfection.
Her smile lights up a room.
Her eyes seductive, mines fill with gloom.
Her hair sleek and straight while mine is too much to take.
Her style is hard to define, you could say she's one of a kind.
Her skin flawless to everyone,
while I need make-up by the ton.
Her long pearl dress dances in the wind,
while I'm in worn out jeans and a big shirt. How will I ever win?
She's better than me in every grace.
I'm just a girl with a horrid face.
Her hourglass body can easily be picked up.
While my figures the image of a pickup truck.
You deserve to be with someone who you can show off to your family and friends.
Not a girl who never wants to be seen again.
That must be why you text each other on your special days.
Every day that passes by I feel you distancing yourself further away.
I'm sorry I put you through all this mess.
It's time I leave and give you some peace and rest.
I can't compete with such beauty in any way.
So why are you with me?
Why do you stay?
My first poem on this site!
Ashna Alee Khan Aug 2016
I'm here again,
standing defeated
oh, how can you do this to me?
I don't have control over me,
now where am I gonna find love ?
where am I gonna find my home?
where in this huge world?
come on now, help me .
Membis Godwin Feb 2016
Heart fragile
Knowing not to love
As wish
Or not to

Mouth confuse
Knowing not to speak
As wish
Or not to

Hands tight
Knowing not to care
As wish
Or not to

Lips dry
Knowing not to kiss
As wish
Or not to

Breasts stiff
Knowing not to huge
As wish
Or not to

What will they say
Always will she ask
Retorically
As her face is
Covered in shyness

Afraid or not
Jeremiah alone can tell
For with others
Never is she so

Have the ugly
face
Grown worse
That before it you cant stand
Or so beautiful like his shadow
That it you cant clearly see
And ought to cover yours.
Despite all am still in love with the shy girl cause love doesnt count on faults.
Shy girl is one of the love poems I dedicate to My dearest Glory Kalu Ezinne.
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