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Bryce Jun 8
Above me, the great zone of sky
Where wonder and darkness forever hide

In her a sad and lonely guise
So blue, so kind,
a lasting cry.
Äŧül Mar 16
I visited the same beach,
The beach of our sobriety,
It's there in my memories.

I touched & felt there the sands of time,
The time that we spent in togetherness,
It's a time in that recycle bin of the past.

I shall forget you forever, soon,
This tide of time will help me,
It's going to immerse that sand castle.

I let my ship find her angel,
The angel of my dreams,
It's not long before I touch her.

I see myself visiting her lands,
The lands of beauty and Bihu,
It's just that I realized ships must sail on.
My HP Poem #1738
©Atul Kaushal
Lunar Feb 4
looking into
your eyes,
i wouldn't think
of getting lost
in them.

instead,
your eyes
are a getaway
where i find myself.
to lj, your eyes are second home; a place i'd forever be a tourist in.

(j.m.)
Brandon Conway Jul 2018
My hands pull
the horizon down

charting lands unexplored
by my eyes

the horizon tossed
to the floor

the world has
never looked this

beautiful.

I have charted
many similar maps

But none of
those I wanted

to get lost
but now I

don't care if
I forever stay

wandering.

I stare into
those celestial constellations

and study the
stories they tell

worship the fire
that now ignites

the hearth within
this ramshackle skeleton

Finally
My
Flesh
Grows
And
I
Can
Feel
Love(d).
Vexren4000 May 2018
The billowing winds,
Of the oceans,
The woods,
traversing the lands,
Across the moors,
Through the fields,
Moving to the cities,
To graze a face,
Of a man meandering to his car,
To rush off to work,
The winds trying to tell him,
Something he forgot long ago.

©BAS
a fire spiteful
raced across lands clad in trees
a fire spiteful
burning with a vengeance dreadful
boughs weren't spared from high degrees
flaming the rule to its decrees
a fire spiteful
thehiddenwriter Jan 2018
There are things about you
I want to understand,
but just cannot,
and there are things about you
that I understand
without understanding.

You are to me
what a rain is to a dry land,
what a fragrance is to a flower,
what a moon is to a dark sky,
do they ever get bored
of your repeating appearances,
no,
in fact that one night
when the moon decides to sleep,
the sky feels so lonely, as if
it has lost its core.

And I am like that sky
I always want you,
no matter what shades or shapes you grow into,
because never once I tried too understand you,
but rather I always tried to feel you, a moment more.
I wrote this poem while writing an answer for quora. I just took a deep breathe and that is what I exhaled.
Luke Nov 2017
A fiery bush paints the surface of my soul with desolation

Venomous air leads to my dreadful silent suffocation

I know fear is manifested through our imagination

But I can still feel its tormenting hopeless paralyzation

I agonizingly die within when I'm in isolation

My dark sinister thoughts talk with strong elaboration

More and more my broken earthly vessel is salvation
Debbie Brindley May 2017
I wish
I wish
upon a star
That I could gather you
in my arms
and take you far
Far far away
On a cloud made for two
A special cloud
for me
and for you
Away from these lands
filled with anguish and pain
To lands with no illness
where you'd have good health again
To lands where together
we'd grow
old
and grey
As husband and wife
forever we'd stay
Wish we could float away on clouds
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