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Maa
She spread her arms and embraced me
that familiar scent made me smile
I noticed the wrinkles on her arms
and my heart ached

she spent half of her life
preparing what's best for me and still..
she is here
comforting me at my worst

My eyes welled up as i held back my tears
thinking of all the things i couldn't do for her
My heart pounding in a rhythm
thinking of all the best things for her

As she got up to bring me my favorite snack
tears finally escaped my eyes
wiping them away quickly
i promised to myself

I'll never leave you maa
That one perfect woman in our life
Open the magic fridge
and you'll see a magic bridge.
After you walk pass the magic bridge
You'll see a magic blue skybridge in front of you

Look at the magic blue skybridge
There's a woman making porridge in a magic ***
After, you ate the porridge
It will take you to a sweet berry tree
Say a magic word to the sweet berry tree

Berry tree, Berry tree
What a sweet berry tree you are
Please take me to a castle with a
 drawbridge

You are now walking into a magically enchanted castle with drawbridge.
A sweet berry tree that leads you to a drawbridge castle
Hammad Dec 2020
We often seek love
with mind and logic
not knowing
that in its world
It lets us walk
on water,
It lets us see
the rainbows
in pitch-black darkness,
It takes us
to the moon and back
It fills the void
In our souls,
It lets us plant
the seeds of hope
In barren lands
Don't you see?
Nothing in this is rational
My Dear!
Everything in Love,
and its world is Magical...
Samual Hidden Nov 2020
A pixie a nixie,
a fae all day,
To these I must say
oh me oh my, oh what am I
to do on this fine day,
this fine day in early may
with pixies in the air and nixies in the sea
the fae of the day, all around me.
=)   (*-_-*)   (=

why are names so hard
Jennifer DeLong Nov 2020
I am a mystery yet to be
discovered
I am a contradiction
a model of possibilities
I am driven to succeed
Stopped mid speed
I am a lover
deeply passionate
With no one to call my own
I am habit forming
full of wonder & lust
I am all of me and more
I am deeply devoted
Yet wildly ambitious
I am so many things
I am so many emotions
I am waiting for the divine
Hoping for a rather 🔥'y
explosion
throwing me every where
to become pixie dust

© Jennifer L DeLong 11/10/2020
Cole Strangeee Nov 2020
The night I met you, it wasn’t the first time.
In another lifetime I knew you.
Instantly warmed, I moved closer to you which I have never done to someone before.
It was was on the night of October 31st, the second full moon in the month.
The irony in it all.
The way you touch me,
Kiss me,
Caress my frame and face.
You feel like home
And for once I do not feel like the doormat.
Benita Dalby Oct 2020
Softly you touch my back I feel your comfort
Our eyes meet, with just one look you reassert
Your gentle hand brushes the side of my face
Our first kiss in this beautiful space

You hold my hand in crowded places
I feel protected, suddenly time erases
As I wander down the streets with you
My internal voice says “I can’t believe this is true”

You ameliorate and allow growth that is full of light
Never have I known such an enchanting delight
Two captivating souls, scars internal
Magical words reminiscent of a verbal journal

Perfectly imperfect is what you allow me to be
Each time we’re together I feel so free
You see me, the beauty and the scars
I feel like you were sent from the stars
11.06.2020
Kenneth Gray Oct 2020
The poetic apprentice constantly
ponders and plans.
He dreams up wondrous writings that through critisms can stand.
He imagines mystical miracles he elaborates with his hand
Unending possibilities his vast
Mind demands

He scoures the depths and peruses vast heights.
He indulges crisp, cool mornings and envelops the nights.
He listens for lyrical lullabies and observes majestical sights.
He journeys throughout space
as he embarks on jaw-dropping flights.

The poetic apprentice searches
The depths of his heart
He dissects it and reads it
And tears it apart.
Then divulges it's secrets
And crafts them into his art

He wishes so dearly that his
Work becomes no disaster
He keeps his senses in tune
In hopes he'll one day be a master
As more work pours out the
Pressure grows faster and faster
But he'll slow down and humble himself
As his work evolves and becomes vaster

Now the poetic apprentice sighs
A great sigh of relief
He wipes off his brow
As he mumbles "good grief!"
His work is now over his
work is complete.
He knows they will like it.
Its his faith, his belief

The poetic poet now bows
To you, his work is bequeathed
I was just trying to bring a writing forward again from a slightly different angle. Just trying to be a little unique with my approach. Ive been thinking a lot of how I need to learn and grow. So through that the idea of an apprentice came to mind. I thought writing in 1st person as I wouldn't create much of a persona with the character. It would have just been me and that's not quite as interesting to write about. That's kind of the thought process with this one.
Piyath Sep 2020
Lulling to the cicadas screeching
nightly
Bulging dew drops shimmering
brightly
Tree limbs grasping moonlight
tightly
Fireflies flickering ever so
slightly
Fairies tickling flowers; so
sprightly
Centaurs galloping bare, but
knightly
It's true that I should admit
rightly
Nights at the grove are nothing but sightly
The beautiful nights that make a poet's mind wonder into the deep deep lusts of illusive myths and the aspiring grace of nature at its darkest.
Call it Quicksilver-
something I hold to,
leave and return to,
lose in dark leaves;
never quite keeping,
thoughts flit, and are fleeting,
covered with sheaves.
Sleep, and its missing,
ne'er to return;
Hold! Feel its kissing,
overtake with its burn-
late to my tongue,
but one part of the sum,
sifted like rays in the afternoon sun.
Call it Quicksilver-
that thing dreamt at mid-day;
call for it, longing-
but its gone;
slipped away.
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