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silvervi Mar 11
Feeling
Like
I can't
Express
Enough
What
A
Blessing
You
Are,
How much
Wisdom you
Carry.
How I feel
Seen and loved,
And I want us
To marry...
MetaVerse Feb 27
There once was a man from Bombay
Who enjoyed a remarkable day:
     It started at sunrise
     When the sun chose to unrise,
And it ended when Earth rolled away.
Prabhu Iyer Feb 21
I endure -
                this is
the way of the unblessed
                in a land of storms;
A moment expands -
        scared river on the hills
                 then back
tumbling
sandwalking
                 in a land of worms;
Holding hope
                 by the beat of heart,
closures
        ever birthing
                 in a land of proms;
And then a candle
burns through -
fragrant at night;
        The blessed
                  have their heavens;
The unblessed,
                  satori;
a miraculous light in a quotidian life
Jaz Feb 16
A natural yet cruel reminder,
That we all have a hidden number.
Of decades, or years, or months, or days,
Left on this world, before we fade away.
“Grandpa had a fall in the middle of the night”.
And you start praying that he can win this fight.  
“Grandma has cancer and it’s terminal”
And you start hoping for a proper miracle.
“Your uncle Ben can’t walk without a cane”
And you start blaming God for all this pain.
Maria Jan 31
A little dragonfly sat on a stalklet.
She tried to find a vivifying cool.
The sun was scorching, hot and scalding.
No one could outstay for long in full.

That poor stalklet was so dry and woeful.
Under the soft breeze it could turn to dust.
The dragonfly was tired and marcid
And had to sit on stalklet at the last.

I pray the sun stop scorching all at once,
Give cool a little bit, stop shining.
I pray the sun being mercy for in need.
And save the little dragonfly from dieing.

And I’m as this dragonfly myself.
My stalklet’s dry. It almost turns to dust.
I’m waiting for a miracle. I’m utter fool.
I know it’s stupid, but I somehow trust.
Sometimes I really feel myself as a little dragonfly, sitting on a dry stalklet and dreaming of the rain. But  the sun shines and scorches. And that's how it's supposed to be...
Melissa Phillips Sep 2024
You were born on a cold October night
My beautiful baby boy
God gave me you
to fill my world
With happiness and joy

Throughout your life you struggled,
Many trials, you had to face
But with each battle,  you stood strong
Through God's amazing grace

Your brightest light, and faith in God
You shared with those you met
Changed many lives, and filled us all
With a love we won't forget.

Micah, your love changed me and for my life you were "God's Will"
My love for you goes on and on,
My sweet boy, my miracle.


I love you Micah, always and forever,  I know that you're dancing in the sky, and singing in the angels choir. I love you my miracle boy,
my Micah-man, sing a song for me up in heaven.....
Love mommy xoxo
Melissa Phillips Sep 2024
I'll never forget you
But I'm scared that they will
Those lives that you touched
Have lives to live still

I can't really blame them
You were my precious light
But those who just knew you
Out of mind out of sight

I know that I really
Shouldn't think this  but still
I see that their lives
Have to move on and will

As your mom I'm aware
That I loved you the most
But as the days and years go by
To them you're a ghost

I know that this won't be
An intentional thing
But there's thousands of new memories that the passing time brings

But you'll always be here in my heart and my mind
And your precious light
Will shine for all time.

Written with all my love for Micah Daniel,  my son, my bright light,  my miracle....
Estelle Yna Sep 2024
I'm in the middle of the street, I stop.
I look around to find a clue tho I am lost..
They say to never lose your hope,
But everything I see is rain and dust
And looking at my reflection in a drop
I think..who's that, a ghost?

I let it out, a sigh, and glance above
Sad smile, dead eyes looking thereof
While falling down are drops of opal
They're dancing..what a spectacle
I'm witnessing a musical
And hoping for a miracle
Those mystic jewels, astral beauty
The sky is crying..or is it me?
Inspired by rain and deep feelings, thank u for reading;)
Carlo C Gomez Mar 2024
~
In the days of Jupiter
during the age of
lovely intimate things

the abundant rain giving life
to a lactating mother

bloodletting
cloudburst

her magic ocean
and incipient seabright moon
together at the center of creation

~
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