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Elijah Aaron Apr 2020
Hard to come by and hard to keep
Fleeting away as you fall asleep
Always sought for but rarely found
Never feeling safe and sound
Only fills for just a while
Then a frown fades your smile
Like a drug you long for dearly
Never helping you think clearly
Happiness is temporary, it never lasts
Joy is what you seek, let joy come to pass
Joy over happiness
Bhill Mar 2020
do you remember the gramophone
funnel shaped speaker and its really bad tone
the memory came back on this mornings walk
not at all sure why, but I could sure hear it squawk
the high tone sound of that very large disc
you had to wind it up so, that disc would spin brisk

it was a joyful thought and set my mind at ease
now have a good day with old memories please..

Brian Hill - 2020 # 88
Everything about him murmurs,
'Welcome home.'
He's tranquillity in my endless storms,
my pinpoint of light in the darkest night,
my shelter from everything.
He's willing to fight for me,
fall for me,
care for me.
And me?
I'm hoping that I can do everything within my power to be worthy of this amazing man.
'Welcome home,'
he murmurs, his arms open and warm.
'Welcome home.'
Michael Marro Jan 2020
A melody of joy profound
A hymn that calls the heart
A chorus whose echoes resound
For a love that will never part
Nilia Loh Dec 2019
Sweet of you to think of me,
Sweet candies so yummy.
you're more than what I can ask for,
Picnic together by the seashore.
You're sweet enough to make flowers bloom,
Floral scent with honeycombs.
You turn the grey skies to blue,
chocolate sweet fondue.
I wrote this about a very sweet friend :)))
Tori Schall Oct 2019
Desolate
synonymous to:
Barren
Wasteland
Empty

Forgotten
Synonymous to:
My life
My existence
My happiness

Joyful:
The Antonym to:
My brain
my love
my head

Loved,
Something that I do not feel
Something that I don't remember the warmth of
Something I will never have
Mark Toney Oct 2019
Robin
Kind husband, vigilant father, loving son, mischievous brother
Brother of Lizard and Kippie-bombs
Lover of Kahtabeak, Danbug and Benbot
Who feels joyful, happy and satisfied
Who fears brown recluse spiders, level 4 biohazards and tsunamis
Who would like to see an end to mourning, outcry and pain
Resident of Sherwood Forest
Hood
1/25/2019 - Poetry form: Bio Poem - This is my Bio poem, yet my name isn't Robin Hood.  How esoteric can I get? :) - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2019
Neo Dore Oct 2019
Hidden glare of strangers
Maybe all over now
even if you forgive me not
I'll always be here with you


Wake me when it's over
Wake me to a place I know
Hidden glare of strangers
Will never go.

You don't seem to understand
Shame on all the fears we hold so dear
You know what they say might hurt you
Even if they'll never go.
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