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Nolan Willett Apr 10
If we can never sail the ocean
We’ll still dream of the sea;
all have their own notion,
Of what it means to be free.
Terry Collett Jul 2019
Always before him,
ever in his thoughts,
always in pretense

he imagines
you are calling
like a mermaid

from the deep,
and he the sailor
in a craft

being drawn
by your song,
to the watery grave

below and beyond.
He always hopeful,
ever dreaming,

you wake up at night
swim in your dreams,
to enter his craft and bed

and make love,
but upon awakening
to morning's song,

he finds
it's all in
his saddened head.
Rose Amberlyn Jan 2019
I’m painting you a million colors.
But none of them will stick.
They drip and drop,
From the canvas to the floor.

Without a face, without a name,
Who are you?
You’re mine.

But I’ll sit here colorblind,
And wait for you to come.
Camille Barr Sep 2017
Oceans swell as lifestyle sells

The bare and barren truth lurks

An imagined Photoshop collage

Draws weary as deliveries stop

Where are you my dear old friend?

The one I knew so well as a child

Take me home…

to the birds that sing,

to the trees that whisper

and the flowers that bloom.
My role as a poetic scribe is…
more than I imagined, or had
hoped to do; He qualified me,
as one of His spiritual nomads,

who digs within the Scriptures,
in search of those prized gems-
eternal lessons of Godly wisdom.
I’m not desiring some stratagem,

to con people in turning to Him,
but to share my heart’s delight
of a solid Faith in Christ; He
strengthens me and by His Light

guides me forward in Truth; by
this gift, I can softly voice
my limited understanding of His
Love for me; I opt to rejoice,

having accepted His sufficiency
for my Life; I’m an extension
of Today’s New Testament Church,
rising up with poetic ascension…

while embracing my true identity
in Him; by His Grace and Spirit,
I’ll write new songs, stories,
poems and hymns that will lift…

all eyes unto the eternal Godhead.
Inspired by:
2 Cor 3:5-6

He takes us as we are- and makes us
more than we ever imagined. -Unknown

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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2017, All rights reserved.
Gabriel burnS Jan 2017
let go of the blue
constantly hidden and true
there are too many hills
left to climb
leave all the windmills
behind

let go of the guilt
that your heart is too big
I know it sees too
I'm just a guest visiting
borrowing
your smile just like glue

(mending wings
and severed strings
petal and root)

let go of wet salt
it cannot be your fault
that you shelter our hopes
we come mere vessels
weak and effervescent;
we leave complete with a soul
Lady Ravenhill Jan 2017
I’m never alone
You follow me everywhere
But you are not here
@LadyofRavenhill 1/10/17
Haiku #22
jnas May 2016
I'm not going to deny that I've loved.
I've loved everyone I've met & they loved me more or less in return.

Every love was different, but none were like hers.

I wasn't always easy to love. I fought addictions, pulled all nighters working, & she still loved me unconditionally. She shook hands with my demons, and still wanted to stay.

If you have someone that loves you in the midst of your personal hell, cherish them.

Anyone could love you, but not everyone loves all of you.

- irasol.losari
Alan S Bailey May 2016
This path of mine the avenue
literally miles from nowhere
nothing but "trees lakes and pine,"
the sweet sent of your smooth hair,
my heart beating fast, you holding
my hands and letting me dream, "aware."
Your raspy voice your glittery eyes,
I'd fear for nothing, to worry or care,
"you'll be good to me" I'm "now your
bunny" let me be free before I'm lost
for all eternity. It's just this life is
So **** short, I'd never imagined
a hell that could be worse than
never getting to be your sort.
Rochelle R Apr 2016
I hope these words have found you well
Better at least
Than when there was a dream of we
I'd hate to find
That your state is that of mine
Haunted endlessly
By an imagined existence of you and I
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