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Mystic Ink Plus Apr 2018
I’m thinking to ask
My close friend
To snap my picture
During the sleep

So that,
While you visit my dream
We could get picture

Together
Genre: Love
Theme:  Dream don’t follows any rule. It just is.
Maria Etre Apr 2018
It was
more than
just a shared
bench
when
time
paused
mjad Apr 2018
Light green but, dark around the edges
Not emerald, more like nicely trimmed hedges
His least favorite, he preferred blue
But I can tell that it's different for you
Because I caught you once in a moment
You were kissing me with your eyes open
Aa Harvey Apr 2018
A collection of ‘Love is…’ Poetry
Bittersweet


Love is the Wow! moment;
The second of realization.
Love is the thunderbolt;
Mesmerization.
Love is Cupid’s arrow,
Finding its destination.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
EVewritesss Apr 2018
Jemari mulai gemulai
Dikala ia mulai melambai
Bahasa tubuhku tidak diragukan lagi
Lika likunya sudah tertebak dari haluan pertama bapak satpam
Dia mulai menyapa
Aku teriak keras
hatiku yang teriak
Hawa panas tubuh beriringan membara bersama
Peluh terbawa jatuh dipipi
bisa bayangkan, bagaimana wujudku waktu itu....
Kini, segala fana itu harus di nikmati, entah menarik, suram, dan basi
Aku pikir, kapan lagi akan bertemu dan beradu argument sedekat itu
Kapan lagi berdialog serius dengan elokan tubuh cukup dekat
Kapan lagi aku bisa pandangi wajahnya 4 cm lebih dekat dengannya....
Jadi kupikir, aku harus syukuri, jika nanti tak bisa lagi. Yasudah ku kenang saja....
Nanti senja jadi pelengkap saat mulai mengenang moment itu, sudah ku jadwalkan
Jangan sia-siakan waktu dan selebrasi saat berasama dia atau mereka. Coba nikmati, arungi bersama, cairkan bersama. Pasti indah rupanyaaa
Amanda Kay Burke Apr 2018
Silence. Not one single sound.
Sometimes the quiet kills.
It can cause death.
Is there meaning beyond the stills?

Who could have the answer?
All I know is it's not me.
Not at this moment in time.
Silence. It always feels empty.
This is an old freeverse i turned into a rhyme.
Nicholas Fonte Apr 2018
This place constantly changes
And with every step it rearranges
Leaving everything unanswered
But we still remain here
Seeking that very answer
Hidden within this cancer
That we supposedly have control of here
But in that one second, everything had to disappear
Richard Martin Apr 2018
Defining Lego Moment? What is that, I don’t own one!
Life growing up was unacceptable – it was chemical and dispensable
My life has never been a bed-and-breakfast - early childhood memories got me ill and susceptible
Tryin’ to find a good early childhood memory is like NOT passing “the test”, because I wasn’t in class. So I ask, what’s next?
Defining moments were replaced by worries and doubts, fears and shouts
My, oh my, why couldn’t I have been brought up in someone else’s house?  
I’m just me. So why can’t anyone see I’ve got dreams I want to turn into reality?
I know, maybe I’m adopted! Oh, I could only wish that I belonged to a different home
So who knows, maybe I’m supposed to grow old in a world where survival is at the core of my bones
Future me, I hope that you see, I’m not like them, nor do I ever want to be “like them”

-----------------Fast forward to today ---------------------

I thank GOD for the life I was given and the road that was driven
I’m here because of those dreams which started out as fears - I’m what I am because of those years
I know that I wouldn’t’ be here if it wasn’t for those days of dysfunction and tears
I’m at a junction in my life - I’ve realized that my unction in life is an exponential function that shines like a bright light
My tears have been replaced with people who are sincere and true
I no longer have to worry about the black and blue, now I can simply wave ado…
So I chose to become not what I saw, but what I knew was right in my heart. I leaned on God and learned from stressful nights that choosing the road less taken was all part of this plight
And here we are today….
Now, what does this say, about me?
It says that I’m a child of Destiny, not a child of Disney
It says that I’m a child of God not a child of the Devil
It says that I am…
Predestined presently, sensibly created even though I didn’t come from the best pedigree...
Slam Poetry
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