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He spoke and his words lit up in my eyes like diamonds...
Hmm...felt like a spark of life had been ignited...
Like...
I had walked in dark places all of my life...
He...
Turned on my light..
And...saw it in my eyes as I twinkled brighter than the stars that light up the darkest night...

He stared into my eyes and smiled...
He watched me...sigh...on the inside...
He spoke...
And every word that came from his mouth lightly touched my body like a cool breeze in the summer time...
You know...like...
kicking back with nice music and a  glass of cold lemonade...
In the shade...of course...
He relaxed me...
And I?...
I wanted more...
He spoke...
And his smooth sounds of wisdom drowned out the surround sound of blissful ignorance...
And I closed my eyes and listened...
I listened to every word and phrase that cut through the haze of *******...
You know those empty promises meant to sway me...
So many times I've watched words fall to the ground like dying fish gasping for air...
But... he?
Mmmph!
He came to deliver... And those words from his soul kissed my neck so softly...
It made my mind shiver...
Why is he doing this to me?
Can't he see that's my spot?...
I prayed...
Ohhh...I prayed he wouldn't stop because I would die if he dropped... the subject...
He spoke...
He caused my chest to rise and fall like I was in need of a breathing treatment...
He exercised my mind with his thought patterns...
And ooh!
My skin began to shine and I produced jewels across my forehead that he gladly received...
Mmm..
He also....
Gave jewels back to me....
He spoke...
His adjectives, nouns and verbs stimulated mountains...
And...peaks were revealed...
And conquered...
To tell you the truth he could have planted a flag to mark unchartered territory discovered...
Mmmph and I ....listened....to...every....single...word...
He spoke...
Like ocean waves riding tides before crashing onto shore..
His dissertations stimulated my awareness...
And caused my consciousness to breathe in deep..ly... And...
I tilted my head back... eyes closed,  and let His inspiration lead....
Me...
He knew I was listening...
I felt like I was in school again biting lip trying to take notes while listening...
Trembling...trembling like a fiend looking for her next hit....
Loving his diction...and though his disposition never predicted that I would become addicted...
I was...
I was intwined and he was fine with that...because I would not be the one that got away.
He...plays...for keeps...
And.
he wasn't into fish stories anyway...
He spoke....
Causing earthquakes and aftershocks from the wisdom he dropped!!...
Shattering richter scales!!..
And ooh!!
He broke...
Me..
Down...
And I knew...
I knew I would lose my grip.
But...he steadied me.
Held me close and smiled as I trembled...
Then he stopped talking...
And kissed my soul so deeply....
And.
I smiled....
as I tasted myself...
~Say Dat~
Marie Apr 1
In a decades,
beautiful thoughts scattered in
my mind
Dark shadows from the past
hits me so hard
How embarrassed I was
to what I did
I'm ashamed to the words
I write
In the last poem I made.

Shakespeare says,
"What past is prologue."
But how should I start?
Knowing the past,
gives me sadness and grief
As I try to write,
I can't play any single word
And will stagger many times.

The reason,
I give up to write
I'm overwhelmed by
a melancolic ache
I know, you know,
Emotional pain is hard
to dwell
You couldn't find any strenght
to sail back again.

When I look at to the milkyway
Myself console me,
and told me that it's time to go
back and reset everything
No matter how much it cost,
Let the beautiful thoughts
be whole again.
It's been a long time I didn't write poetry. It's good to be back again. Someone reminds me that this month will be the Poetry Month. So, here I come writing again. HAPPY POETRY MONTH!
Simran Sadhwani Jul 2019
I have sinned for what I have been told
Graves upon graves
Filled with the bodies of a thousand weeping souls
Their blood
Stains each and every finger of my own
But
I am helpless
Innocent
And
Have not committed this sin
So horrifying and untold
Yet I am stamped guilty
Since I have sinned for what I have been told

~Simran Sadhwani
Ozioma Ogbaji Apr 2015
My love for you is sugar and spice
My love for you will cross rivers and skies
Your love will keep me safe at night
My love is with you day and night

Your love is sweet, your love is mild
Your love is true, your love is kind
Your love is sugar and spice
Your love is ***** and ice
To the love of my life...whoever he is, wherever he is. Haha
ChildofGodyay Jun 2018
I wonder.
What is poetry in person?
Can I touch it?
Can I feel it?
who is poetry?
a person made of experiences, dreams, nightmares, humour, joy, love, and so much more...
I wonder.
I would want to say Hello.
If I meet it some day I want to say hello.
To say thank you for giving me space to express myself like no other way...
Hello Poetry!
That is what I would say...
Thank God for poetry ahhhhh
Lauren Leal Sep 2017
Well I'm back with stuff to say
So I hope if you're reading you will stay
I've got heartbreak and many a lesson
With my words I won't be messin'
Around with them, not a single word
I won't stop even if left unheard
Even if the paper begins to light
I'll continue to write
Because this is a witness to my fight
Thats always on my mind
Peace was long gone, but it's what I find
That makes me just say I'm fine
I'll set myself on rewind
And scribe all of my pain
Because, ****, I'm sick of the rain

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