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Lungs filled with water, fists pounding on chest
Blue lips frozen in time, a beating heart at rest
There's no sun shining through the clouds.

Eyes filled with horror, mouths unable to speak
Hope starts to wane, no one's able to reach
The worse conclusion to this poem.

When all hope is lost, and the world's hysterical
Sometimes, very rarely, someone sends a miracle
I don't know who, and I don't know why
All I know is that someone's on our side.

A gasp of air, a failing heart beats
Eyes flutter open, we now believe

In miracles.
Thoughts?
sara Apr 27
It’s all smoke and mirrors
one-liner head spinners
it’s a good job I’m a thinker
so I could think better
than to waste my days
on a half-baked, head-**** love.
It could never be quite the same
as what I had in mind; just trust
that if you won’t pick me,
then I won't pick us
Don’t want to settle for less
May love bring me to you
   Like a warm fire
         that hugs you in a rainy night
   a burning bush you came to me
        That's when I knew
       God makes miracle happen
A little delay wont hurt the process
    but it takes time
to embrace the pain
     And more time to love you more
I love you
MEERA SURESH Apr 1
I NEED MIRACLES
TO DILUTE MY STRUGGLES
WITH AN OVERWHELMING LIST OF IMPOSSIBLES
WAITING TO BE ENUMERATED AS PROBABLES
LEARNING TO BE PHYSICALLY STRONGER
PRACTICING TO BE MENTALLY TOUGHER
NOW HUSTLING IS MY ONLY INCANTATION
AS SUCCESS IS MY ADDICTION
AFTER REPEATED STRUGGLES AND HUSTLES AND REPEATED FAILURES.STILL IM ALIVE,UP STRAIGHT FOR THIS CHALLENGE.I M CRAVING FOR SUCCESS.AND I KNOW I WILL BE ABLE TO MAKE IT WITH DIVINE'S HELP
I will spend my lifetime
fulfilling the dreams of the dead,
writing to the living of
how their hopes were fulfilled,
hoping their prayers
will blossom a million miracles.
Abdulrhman Nov 2019
I
I believe in miracles
That's why I'm so sad
happycoollove Nov 2019
beyond
beyond the judge
beyond all concepts
beyond your war
beyond all mishaps

beyond each label
beyond the critique
beyond your fear
beyond all defeat

beyond your good
beyond the bad
beyond all happy
beyond the sad

that’s where i’ll be ‘cause
that’s where we’re free
that’s where there’s peace
that’s where words cease

that’s when we’ll see
who we are clearly
for the very first time
a poem inspired by me being a student of a course in miracles
He came an embodiment of light
spirit quickened spirit
and spoke, “Surrender”

His vision is seared in my heart
eyes closed, I see
his countenance
adorned by light

He spoke truth plainly;
truth that opened wounds which had been
buried longing to bleed free

Then miracle of miracles
he enfolded me in his light,
in his love, in his embodiment and I will
forever be renewed
and I will forever close
my eyes, partake of his
beauty and know his
essence

-Susan Robinson-
My Mother on Earth
She sent me this poem
About a miracle we shared
Earlier this year

Back when I still wasn't sure that miracles existed
I was on a date
Our second
On top of a mountain

The location
A beautiful
Irony

Overlooking
My old school
His old school
Too

He asks me
"What does it mean
When you say
You're a
Witch"

I'm magic
Simple
To me

Not so simple
To him though
He asks me
"Isn't everyone"

Hmm
He may have got me
There

No... I retort
Most people think
They are normal

I know
I Am
Not

He seemed satisfied
But I wasn't

And special in a
Way that I
Own
Myself my
Magic flows from

Within
Me

Not like the
Mormons
We once were

The "Miracles" we
Wrought through
Someone else's
Priestcraft

Today
My power is
My own
Fire On The Mountain
....
Also
Magic = morally nuetral
Miracles = ?
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