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Amitav Radiance Mar 2015
Words become immortal
Wrapped in the poet’s feelings
Magic spell of the beautiful soul
Weaves a mesmerizing aura
Fleeting moments of brilliance
Leaves everyone enchanted
Intricate display of inner beauty
A glimpse of the immortal world
D I A Mar 2015
I lie cold upon the marble stone
The moonlight shines
               Pale
                      Glowing
Illuminating the delicate tears
Like blue-tinged liquid crystals
That fall from my lover's eyes
Cold
Splashing on my cold body
Accusing
             Resentful
Sorrow and love combined.

  Her hair moved
  Blown by the grieving wind
  The endless locks of blue-black hair
     Like liquid night
        Shifting over alabaster skin
           Pointed ears now showing
        Her amethyst eyes
            Gleaming wet
The ethereal fire that once burned
        Dimmed
     Ashes blowing
The hearth now cold
Waking up isn't the hardest part
      It's saying goodbye.
The light drizzle
Becomes a heavy downpour
     of hateful rain.
Amitav Radiance Mar 2015
Poetry should have the simplicity
to be endeared by many heart’s
it will stand the test of time
and become part of folklore
words birthed in any century
will be relevant till eternity
poetry that touches the heart
and make its abode in the souls
and always narrated with love
poetry in the realm of simplicity
burn brighter over the horizon
revel in the simplistic narration
and you will be immortalized
Sally A Bayan Feb 2015
(How Do I Write Of Thee?)

I always asked myself then:
"How do i write of thee?"
...how do I start?
...where do I start?
i am an expert on being mum,
but, i must write of thee,
and I do...the way i know---
simple-worded thoughts
coming straight from my heart...
honest, innocent lines,
bare...unaffected,
no false pretenses
not much metaphors
at times, none at all...
maybe, none is needed,
i just want to reach out,
a message, i want to impart.

"What would i write of thee?"
i equally wondered...
didn't know then how to hide behind words
to mean "i," or "me," by saying "you,"
to show "happy" in words,
when the truth is bright and tasseled with "pain,"
but, i had to start........and so, i learned
to write of thoughts i am most familiar with,
they are like second skin to me,
i write about the beauty of nature
that surrounds and comforts  me,
i write of sleepless nights,
of distances not bridged,
existing and failed expectations,
hanging conversations
dwelling within...safely cradled.

Deep, in the hidden corners of my mind
are thoughts very, very private,
some written...
some, yet to be written,
all unspoken of.
they are gentle whispers,
soothing,
unequaled moments,
sweet, sweet words,
a balm to my aching soul.

One day,
when i am too old to care,
these journals would be beyond my hold
and find their own way out,
to be shared...absorbed...understood
in a whole new different perspective,
these words shall be
i m m o r t a l i z e d
when i close my eyes for good.
people shall read about me,
and finally will know
that once,
in my lifetime,
I had written
My One Immortal Poem.

June 7, 2014---12:09 PM



Sally

Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
River Scott Feb 2015
I want to be immortal
I want to be forever
I want to never end

I want to see the world collapse
I want to see it restart
I want to find its beginning

I want to be worth something
I want to be valued
I want to be happy

I can't be immortal
I can't be forever
I must end

I won't see the world collapse
I won't see the world restart
I won't find its beginning

I am worth nothing
I am not valued
I am not happy

I was always told
It's the outlook
You have
That reflects how you feel.

Then why do I feel awful,
When I have such a positive outlook?

-r.y.s
I want to get away from this negativity.
Joseph Schneider Feb 2015
My heart will not be denied
Soul, body, and mind
I will not be confined
I'll reach for the sky
This, I will live by

Even after I die
I will be immortal
My words have no goodbyes


**-Joseph B Schneider
© Joseph B Schneider. All rights reserved
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Many days
I do not read any newspaper
Even do not see television
At all
Many days have gone
After You
I do not read any poetry

How to feel that since this morning!
Repeatedly hear identifying tunes on the air

Your arrival in the sky,
The air reverberates
Looks like another day
In the Paradise,
In another song,
Which brings the soul
The Aroma

Everyone is coming out
From all sides
Young Old
Babies Boys
Women Men
Everyone
Everyone is clapping
Singing the song of the same tune
This song is not the song of Rain
Not even a lamentation

The Southern breeze whispering your words
Slowly Said,
The Little Tailor Bird
No, No,
Not such a summer afternoon
Not even a hurricane warning

Each of the human eye
Follow the Eastern Sky  
Tireless Eye
Watching the sun,
The Red Sun,
You went to bring dreams for us
From the Sun

Hundreds of thousands of people
In his next question
Hand with Flower
Shoulder to Shoulder
Today will be the day of strangers,
The poet will come
We are standing in the flowers
Fist full of dreams to take

Float in the sky with white clouds
My dreams are calling again
Today is not such an Autumn
But Still feel like an Autumn
Indeed,  
The poet will come,
A poem in the New

Where each word will be spoken dream
Love to be evacuated
Poems that will repay
The debt to my Ancestor
Take revenge on thee
For their injustice,
Torture
Poems that would bring the stars
For our next generation
A poem that would bring the red rose for my darling,
Would bring such a smile to my mother's face
As Moon that smile
And that is simply killed false dreams
Will we ever Released
Sing Freedom Songs

The Poet,
My beloved Poet
You will come,
Will surely come
And will recite your immortal poem
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@ Musfiq us shaleheen
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TheSilentWarrior Jan 2015
Ever had that feeling of,
power?
The power that swirls inside you,
at a time in your life.

Where you know when you can use it.
The power inside you,
that leaks and makes you...
unstoppable.

The power that grows,grows until.
You are human no more.
But a immortal, with ultimate
power.

You become, the one.
The one with no one to stop you.
But yourself.
Amitav Radiance Jan 2015
When thoughts are mortal
And dreams are of desires
Eternity remains a perception
A world out of reach
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