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shyguypoetry Sep 2016
Caring for his crops

The farmer waters his fields,

They refuse to grow.
Ross J Porter Dec 2012
Though I have fought my own many wars;
Lived through and settled so many scores;
Avoided those hooks, saw the bait coming;
Learned when to bite and when to keep going;
Still I'm delighted when tasting your dish -
The sweet observation of a much younger fish.
Imaginations it seems are oft better teachers;
Wars and their scores tend more to be preachers.
Appreciating the insight and creativity of those who, though they may seem younger and inexperienced, still delight my imagination and feed my poetic soul... Thank you all.
With every twist and turn
That my mind makes
It seems that it always aches
Aches the idea of you, yes, you

I want to tell you everything I know
I want to expose myself
Be vulnerable
Be open

I long the day my mind no longer aches
Because I am no longer confused
The day that I finally know
That you are feeling the same way too

For now, I guess, I'll bear the pain
Keeping my mind twisting and turning
Until I know for sure
You are ready for what is bound to be
For the person who keeps my mind in different places
I wish to be discovered
These late night thoughts to be uncovered
I want people to be bewildered
By my poems I want to be delivered
Silent Sanctuary Apr 2015
I was rather naive when I first understood pain.
It was never about crying for accidental scars,
Nor wishes that ended up all in vain.
Instead, it was all about our hearts going places in sparse.

He was a cloud nothing more nothing less.
Appearing to have a mysterious guise,
Yet all was a facade hiding sheets of misguiding finesse.
Nothing but a deceitful layer of lies.

We were both strangers meeting in a virtual world,
Where everything bears a different truth and lie.
Sharing memories no one could ever unfold,
And knowing that all we could do is laugh and sigh.

I told myself a million times to never fall for him
But after several conversations after midnight,
All I could do is be happy and smile lovingly at the moonlight's dim.
By that, I knew I was ******* and there's a heart I have to fight.

I've tried so hard but I always end up in defeat.
I did the worst thing imaginable which is to confess.
And indeed it was the worst for everything turned into *******.
Our conversations ended, and I was very much in deep madness.

Several years have gone past,
Yet I still can't forget completely.
That our story which was definitely meant to last
Went wrong and now gone into oblivion, silently.

I don't really blame the cloud,
For it was my fault to fall and enjoy its company.
It was great to know it finally but not too proud,
Since the pain it caused me is far too imaginable and less lovely.

My heart was torn into pieces I wouldn't ever think of,
But I learned several lessons that gave me more wisdom.
We need not to cry over pain for our tears are diamonds and better off -
Very precious that no one deserves to shed in our physical kingdom.
A pain felt from a thousand miles yet cannot be freed. In sights of distant lights seeking truth yet concealed.
Whenever I see a bear
I remember you my dear
The way your sleeping face looks
the lazy face you make while reading a book
the softness of your voice despite being a bloke

They may seem like flaws
but to me they're absolute *perfection
Ayin Azores Apr 2015
Close your eyes
Don't feel the pain
You have no right
You cannot win this fight
Burn those eyes
Don't drown yourself in misery
Don't cry
*******, don't you dare cry

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