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Majd Al Deen Sep 2014
Give me your soul, heart and hands
Give me your wildest dreams
Let's ride the train to where the rainbow lands
We just need to follow the beams

It's a one ticket ride
But new friends are waiting on board
You don't need to be shy and hide
Today is your day, just look at the colourful road

Think of something, and make a wish
Directly when we reach the blue
You could be famous you could be rich
Anything in your mind will become true

Orange is for happiness
Something blue can't give you
Neither money nor greatness
It's rare, but not contained by few

Don't you ever mix orange with blue
Or you will get brown
Then instead of happiness, depression will be a glue
And that might nock you down

If you wounder what does violet represent
"Your childhood and past"
All those years you have spent
You will feel like they were a blast

Red is for romance
Love, passion and forgiveness
"I love you" it's not hard to pronounce
But only if you had the guts and patience

Try to mix violet with red
You will find purple all around
Your first love will fill your head
And you will dance till you shake the ground

When sadness take over, know that it's grey
Your heart beat will start to fade
But God is in your side so start to pray
All your problems will turn to shade

Every colour has its own story
Its own symbol, its own taste
And on that rainbow, each got its own territory
Its own look, and its own rate

So come on and mount the Rainbow Train
Lets follow a colourful beam
With no stops, with no 'U' turns
It'll fly with its colourful rainbow steam
Dita H Aug 2014
Hope is everything right now.
All things are caressing my fingertips.
If only I could move a step,
They would be in my clasp at last.
I try, try, try as much as I can,
But these feet are shackled.
You want me here, here, here.
You senseless pig,
You wall of concrete
Do you not see
That I am a bird?
Land is not my home,
sky is, and I am dying now
dying slowly, slowly, slowly
every moment more
that I stay here.
Chiyo Aug 2014
I am the land that loves the sea
but it only hugs me when the wind blows
and loves me back out of chaos
Kenshō Aug 2014
Sun rising.
Burnt orange skies-
Alone, over the Southern Lord's Land.
This moment could
stand still
forever.
I love the land.
Dhaye Margaux Aug 2014
(A response poem to Neil Aranda's "Weeds")

I was once a plant, a kind of my own
Oh, a plant that was not eagerly sown
And from that infertile soil, I have grown
Like a **** in wilderness, just unknown.

My ancestors treat me like I'm nothing
Nobody cares if I have done something
But still I don't want to stop believing
Persist to live through hoping and dreaming.

And then they call me as a wild flower
Condemn me like I'm a serial killer
They provoke each other as believer
Each one must be an active decrier.

But one day, my kind will be recognized
As that one good plant, a kind which is nice
From this barren land, I promise, I'll rise
And I'll be that strong, one day I'll be wise...
From my book "Breathing Thoughts Vol. I"
After all is said and done
does humanity really care?
On reading the world news.
© JLB
02/08/2014
11:40 BST
Avery Glows Jul 2014
There was this sound of
birds chirping
rain drizzling
children and flower petals
singing in the rain.

Jade green trees.
Blossoming like roses.
Booming lilies.
Nature into one.
Wet slippery road
made with gravel
leads into the
unknown meadow.

There was the sound of creatures
buzzling.
little eyes
blinking.
Awakened by the scent
of the brand new season.
Dancing like chubby
butterflies.
Like newborn babies.
With their little feets off the ground.

They all noticed.
And wore coats, hats, and boots.
Bringing multicolored
clumsy umbrellas.
Those finally come to use.
The air was still cold.
But its not like February
with a pump of warmth.

A crystal clear raindrop lay
above your palm.
It goes all the way
safe and
sound.
It was the same time
last year.
They say.
"It's Spring! "
in the air.
Zoe R Codd Jul 2014
How long will the road go?
The sky is singing for me…
As this tumbling machine stretches
Into the lengths of the everlasting abyss,
The winds caress skin,
I am home.
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