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Penelope Winter May 2017
And oh, how sweet, the words you speak, they taste.
How soft they blow, how sure they flow; no haste.
An old eclipse, how slow, your lips -- they part.
So young, naive, quickly deceived, my heart.
How warm, your eyes, they hypnotize my soul.
And how I miss the touch, the kiss, you stole.
So sure was I that you'd be my first love.
But love's a thing we know nothing thereof.
Foolish of me to fall so deeply in.
How long I thought your smile was not a sin.
And oh, how used, how scared, confused, my trust.
Feelings so shy, that you deny, 'tween us.
How ruefully, our memories, they fade.
How bittersweet our love; like lemonade.

- p. winter
my first attempt at iambic pentameter...
Sally A Bayan Sep 2016
You were seated on the loveseat,
yet beside you, i couldn't be
made me feel...i, alone, would face eternity,
between us, lay an immeasurable spread...
your distance, was something hard to invade,
some kind of steel.....unthinkable to pierce
but, i broke  your wall...fractured your fears
rose from my square pillows
defied my rules, my fears
fought your dominant shadows

I pushed you to the edge...i did leave you in rage,
ignored your dagger looks,
to give way to change

it took a while.......i thought long....what if........
......................................................­.......

so...i brought in soft buttered Spanish bread
thought i'd chill your rage, with fresh, iced lemonade
while you drank, i squeezed your hand,
teased you with a glance
a tickle here and there
til you grabbed my hand

ahh...i love your controlled smile...
from challenging moments...you and i rise
i'd say......we're worth every daring effort exerted,

Us two, on the loveseat,
side by side,
sitting comforted.





Sally


Copyright May 1, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
***another feel-good write.***
alex Aug 2016
My mouth is bleeding.
Your sharp tongue is cutting the roof of my mouth; right behind my teeth where you spell my name. One letter at a time. My teeth are breaking but i've never been afraid of blood.
Not even when I coughed up handfuls into my mothers baby blue lemonade pitcher.
Not even then.
Sarah Salako May 2016
If you want me to be the one,
Then I won't be...
If you don't I will be on you as a hurricane to land,
I am not an acquisition,
I am your plague that you will love for all of your days,
Dazed... Confused I understand nothing,
Yet everything makes sense,
But we've still forgotten,
I will come unannounced. Unknown. Irrelevant.
But you will surrender to this ailment.
I love you my dear.
taia Apr 2016
summertime sweetness
tastes like sunshine and freedom
with some lemonade
ciannie Oct 2015
i'll keep you safe
legs on legs, breath mixing breath
until joint death

you are my bonsai
focus of devotion, the one treasure
close to forever

sweetness of your eyes
hot lemonade lips, you promise hope
a kiss-infused kaleidoscope
safe, lemonade, bonsai, legs, kaleidoscope, devotion: random words strung together in a rhyming poem, part of an activity in my creative writing class \(@u@)/
Brandi Clark Apr 2015
When life hands me lemons
I take them to the street
Put them in box
With a sign
"Out of sugar so these are free"
They go rather quickly
Everyone taking what they can
and i really dont mind
To lend a helping hand
And ive been doing it for years
With a smile on my face
But ive always wondered
Will there ever be a change of pace?
Cause although i do not mind
Helping those in need
In the back of my mind i always hoped
Someone would bring some sugar for me
But oh, dont get me wrong
Im really not that naive
If i wanted i could charge a buck or two
For these delicious treats
I could take myself to the store
Buy all the sugar i need
But im really not that thirsty
Im just starving
For kindness in humanity
Sarah Michelle Apr 2015
Gin
Lemonade colored
sky becoming green. I know,
though I wonder why.
Drunk one summer evening
A Writer Feb 2015
They say when life hands you lemons make lemonade
But how can I do that in the pouring rain
When I'm all out of sugar
And misplaced my pitcher and cup
It feels like there's no way to whip it up
So I'm stuck with these lemons
And nothing to do
Oh how I wish I could make a switcheroo
I'd chose something sweeter than lemons
But I can't and I won't
So I guess I'll stick with this poem that I wrote
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