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JAMIL HUSSAIN Feb 13
Her eyes, a tale of stars that gleam,  
Whispering softly through a dream.  

Adorable gestures, like the breeze,  
A dance that puts the heart at ease.  

Her smile, a glow of radiant light,  
Turning dark to pure delight.  

Dazzling beauty, like the dawn,  
A visage fair as morning’s yawn.  

Her words, so sweet, like music flow,  
In every syllable, love doth grow.  

A melody, soft with tender grace,  
That lingers sweet in time and space.  

Her pose, so fair, a sight divine,  
A sculpted form, in perfect line.  

The world doth bow to her sweet sway,  
A dream made real in bright display.  

Her presence warm as summer’s sun,  
A force that bids all hearts to run.  

Like flame that burns, yet leaves no trace,  
She fills the air with gentle grace.  

In her gaze, a universe untold,  
A beauty bright, both pure and bold.  

Each movement soft as whispered prayer,  
A perfect form beyond compare.  

In her light, all shadows cease,  
She is the muse, the soul's release.  

Her elegance, both fierce and kind,  
A rarest treasure the world doth find.  

Her love, so pure, divine and rare,  
A heaven’s touch beyond compare.  

A tender force that heals and mends,  
A love eternal, that never ends.  

In her embrace, the world feels right,  
A love that sparkles soft as night.  

Heaven’s grace in every glance,  
A love that calls the heart to dance.
Her Love, a Heavenly Flame 13/02/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
Jules Harper Aug 2023
First time feeling like Juliet,
staring at you from the balcony
Majestic curly hair,
don’t know if you notice that like I do
Dark brown eyes,
sharp like a knife cutting right into me
And those smile in such hot weather,
somehow a shiver sent down my spine

Talking to your beloved friends,
your laugh could really end me
Don’t know if you know what you’re doing,
but I do know what to
Introducing myself to you,
introducing us, hopefully
That one day you’ll call me darling,
and I’ll call you mine
Last day of being a stage assistant of a 10 50-minute performances. Fun times, met interesting people, one volunteer work that I’ll give 8/10 sincerely grateful for the experiences and exposures.
Looking forward to the future.
A storm of wind and rain
Blows through my veins

This gale carries me
Where it will
And ever I feel drawn
To the mother
Of all things

I have set my sails
With only a tempest
To guide me
Heeding only
The call of the wilds
Bina Mukherjee Nov 2020
When it snows,
the airy white petals falls on the alps
and rests.
The mountains wear the white cloak with pride,
as the gift from the high above
and I enjoy the majestic morning view of the creator from my humble abode.

Bina Mukherjee
golden leaf streamers
cascaded o'er the aspen's
tall majestic stem
Where Shelter Jun 2020
majestic adjectives
of contrary harmonies,
adverbs in adversity
that modify our satisfactions,
gut punch our eyes,
scramble the taste buds,
now inoperable,
incapacitated to distinguish
what is disturbed -
what is sweet -
what is impossible.
my days ending is
nearer to my god than thee,
the crumblings of
what I’ve got left

stale panko crumbs,
here come they in
1000 radium-tipped
projectiles of
serious humorous
self-destruction,
gifted to you!
my few
itinerant followers
peddlers brave enough
to offer shelter,
to follow me
into the deeps of
radioactive incomprehension,
of no particular disorders
a thousand times

bless you
richly, eachly,
name announced, pronounced,
we are all proper nouns.
ogdiddynash Oct 2024
majestic adjectives of contrary harmonies
adverbs in adversity
that modify our satisfying actions,
gut punch in our eyes,
scrambling the taste buds,
now inoperable,
incapacitated to differentiate
what is disturbed - what is sweet -
what is impossible.

my days ending is nearer to
my god than thee,
the crumblings of what I’ve got left,
stale panko crumbs,
come they in 1000
radium-tipped can-nisters  of
seriously humorous self-destruction,
gifted to you by a few itinerant followers,
brave enough to follow me into the
depths majestic,
disordered by radioactive incomprehension,
contrary harmonies,
of no particular disorder,
a thousand times,
a thousand lines,
but none
as perfect poetic as a landmark of
hallelujah
jan 2020
Michael R Burch Mar 2020
Lance-Lot
by Michael R. Burch

Preposterous bird!
Inelegant! Absurd!

Until the great & mighty heron
brandishes his fearsome sword.

I wrote this poem for a great blue heron who visits a pond that I pass on my daily walks — a truly majestic bird and the ultimate spear-fisher.
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