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Simon Soane Mar 2016
Between all the light breezes
we could meet,
the spaces where breath
breathes in joy
and be glad that this is it,
and movement now is our thing;
a magic of moment.
Lunar Mar 2016
to rendezvous, has finally come
she stares ahead, he softly hums
discreetly awaiting the moment
their eyes lock upon each other
the same goes for their hands
he reaches out to her again,
but this time in the flesh
she responds to him
and their heartbeats match
now two separate dreams
have merged into
one fulfilled reality
what used to be him and her,
is now them
final part of "The Meeting" three-piece poem.

I focused on the context of this, rather than a tune or a rhyme, unlike the two previous parts.

Dedicating these three pieces to Koreen and her dear Jihoon. I know you both will find each other someday. To yearn the special moment, every minute spent anticipating for it will make you quiver into pieces but to experience once it arrives, you world will never have felt so secure and complete. It will come. Love you guys.

part I: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1576037/him/
part II: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1576052/her/
Sakif Hossain Mar 2016
Stumbling upon a wild profile,
Oh I felt so baffled, dumbstruck...
Just the look in her eyes,
Whispered hundreds of sweet stories..
Is she an enchantress??
Entrancing whoever looking at her?!?
Maybe it's her pure soul,
That attracts them all..
Sombro Feb 2016
I'm actually anxious
Because she told me to tell her all
When I felt
Shoots of spring grow between my fingers
Curling in the pleasure of finding her.

What can we grow into, together?
What would you take me to, if I asked you truths and forgot a lie?
I haven't had to tell you any yet
But I fear, no
I'm anxious.

Will I forget
The twists I went through to meet you
Some months spent in misery
Some hours spent in the pain
Under your knowing, wondrous stare?
Maybe tomorrow I'll find how
We should be apart, but
Now I have it all in me.

We
Or us
Whatever can be...
I like you,
And that's that.
alright, this is terrible, but I write what I'm going through, and this is very relevant :)
WiltingMoon Jan 2016
'May I have this dance?'


And that's how we met...
Rhianecdote Jan 2016
It's funny how those first meetings are etched into your memory
At the time you have no idea of the significance or the impact that meeting would have

When I first met you,
you was wearing a batman
onesie in Maccy D's
You gave someone else a hug
Looked at me, I smiled shyly
Little did I know how special
You would come to mean to me.

Last time I saw you
I gave you a hug that I didn't really want to end
Now I'm sat in a park, surrounded by people playing pretend
Because there's only one person I really want to be here with
And that's you
02/07/15
brandon nagley Dec 2015
I sawest
A tunnel up
Ahead;

I went into
The brilliant
Light; thought
I was dead.

I was greeted
By mine angel;
"I'm Queen Jane
She saidst".

She illuminated
Me with kisses;
She doused me
In blisses, the
Pearly gates
Opened, as tis
She entered me
In.




©Brandon Nagley
©earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
©lonesome poet's poetry
B P Dec 2015
Hello.
I’m toxic.
you probably don’t want to know me
i hurt everyone I love.

Hello.
I have an eating disorder.
I skip meals.
I don’t love myself.

Hello.
I can’t let people in.
I’m scared of people knowing me.
So i hide away.

Hello.
I’m unconfident.
I need constant assurance.
Am I bothering you?

Hello.
I’m sad most of the time.
I’m not good at being happy.
Sorry I’m always down.

Hello.
How are you?
Alan S Bailey Nov 2015
Her short hair glimmered, her eyes frantic,
like a deer in the middle of the grass,
her hands at her sides and a small jacket on
as she continued down the dusty path.
Her arms are soft, delicate like feathers
placed around her amidst small floating leaves.
She stood in the sunlight, with lost letters written
mis-spelled out all across her hand in pen of ink.
But still she had to move on, a young man stood
in front of her like a quick spoiled cat, he was dark,
a strange boy with eyes brown and hair solid black,
I still think about this, stuck on grass green parks,
like autumn days, all the wonder and moments we shared.
23 years can pass so quickly for some...
Natalia mushara Nov 2015
So many ******* out there in da world. So many nutjobs who speak without thinking.
What are dey thinking? Dey crazy or something?
Knowing nothing?
Speaking like bubbles
Foaming from dey mouth
Like rabid fauna. Its ok its dey who will change but not me who will change. Im better off ignoring demented creeps. Im better off the pathe of being nice and kind like alwayes. Kindness kills kindness killas .
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