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Gabe Apr 2018
The cold breeze welcomes me,
The open window, the beautiful scenery,
The knock on my door startles me,
So early, who could it be?

My best mate, he once call,
Between us, who knew he would fall,
Earlier than me, faster than me,
He is the best there is.

He stands upon the door,
As if he lives on my floor,
Truth is he’s below,
About a floor or so.

He holds hot coffee and a plate of bread,
I look at him with dread,
He was startled, surprised,
My hair looks like a bird has risen.

He goes in and I rush to my room,
Brought out clothes, run to the bathroom,
He laughs and settles in,
“Look how cute you are, sleeping in.”

He waited outside, with breakfast in hand,
Scared, because it isn’t too grand,
I went out, fully clothed,
Trust me I was more than touched.

I went near him and kissed his cheek,
“What’s this? Are you sick?”
He smiled at me, and told me to eat,
I smiled and squeezed his hand, thankful for it.

When were done, we went out,
Wiping the crumbs from my mouth,
Locked the door, went to the elevator hall,
Still I’m sleepy, I could fall.

Waited more, down to the first floor,
I sighed, filled with bore,
He looked at me, grabbed my hand.
I smiled shyly, showing fond.




Stepped out of the lift,
The lobby, people-filled,
We greeted the staff and the guard,
Well, were young and it’s what we afford.

We head to school, hand-in-hand,
Now our entrance, for too grand,
We pass by silently,
Quitting the attention, quietly.

He led me to my class,
Were separated by a thick glass,
He messaged me quickly,
“See you in a bit, beauty.”

School passed by quietly,
He’s by my door, silently,
Surprised him with a kiss,
He smiled with bliss.

Went to eat for dinner,
Somewhere, but simple diner,
Got our favorites, waited.
Thrilled and comforted.

With each other we feel settled,
Comfortable with each present,
Love filled his eyes,
I looked at him as everything intensifies.

We walked home and rode the elevator,
Lifted to the 17th floor,
We stayed in each others arms,
Showing no one’s in harm.

I walked him to the door,
When the clock strucked 8:34,
He said, “Good night, sweet dreams.”
I said, “Dream of me, sweet.”

I slept, with a smile on me face,
No one else will ever graze,
Can’t wait for the morning to come,
I want to surprise someone with some.
empty seas Mar 2018
Morning sunrise comes
Birds’ sweet melody is heard
My soft snores in bed
Spring break has come!
Stephanie Mar 2018
mornings are beautiful
it is a new bloom hope
from a pollen of a grim night
see the calming sunlight
it gives comforting warm
that sends off the last night's
lasting dreary of coldness
an epitome of rise after fall
today is a day so blessed
have a happy day :)
Lyda M Sourne Mar 2018
XI.
Mornings delude with a false sense of awakening.

Nightmares don't disappear by first light,
They haunt you like shadows until they blend with the dark.
Alec Jan 2018
You make me wanna come home
After a long day, when my soul wants to roam.

You remind of lazy summer mornings
Curled up on the couch watching tv and adoring.
The way the yellow light seems to curl and seep through the blinds
While sweet fantasies entrance my mind.

Sprawled out
With no worries, no doubts.
Anisah Jan 2018
I may not be able to move mountains,
with my hands ******* behind my back.
But I can make it weep with avidity,
and I will make an ocean out of that.
I may not be able to build bridges,
with bitter bones brittle with my pride.
But maybe I can transport the cities,
with words of life when living life has died.
I may not be able to change a world-wide problem,
when my knees quiver at the mention of the word.
But maybe I inspire a word of one too many,
with galaxies of intrepid fears and woes are heard.
I may not be able to see tumultuous thunder,
when the clouds strike across the mourning sky.
But when I'm not speaking more words are spoken,
the lightning can be heard from deep inside.
I cannot fly nor swim nor crawl,
when my every limb is bound.
But I can write meaning I can live,
in every single universe not found.

-Anisah Mariah
Danny Dec 2017
Locks glitter in the morning light
As a peaceful expression washes over a sleeping face
And thick blankets drape over a naked form
Sculpted from white
Glittering marble
Eyelashes laden with starlight
That illuminates oceanic eyes
Holding a depth in irises
And a world of dreams
One which the watcher wouldn't mind getting lost in
A marvelous mind weaving dreams into breath-taking tapestry
Lips kissed by rose petals
And skin smelling of flowery fragrance
Tongue tasting of honey and sugar
The sun's rays braided into strands of hair
That falls messily onto the cloud-like pillow
And a smile passes over features
Softening eyes and spreading warmth
A flicker of a flame
In the other's chest
At witnessing the otherworldly essence and appearance
Of such a lovely being.
I went with a rather heavy emphasis on morning and warmth and warm colors in this one, but nevertheless I hope some poor soul enjoys this. I like to think of it as a slice of summer (albeit in the form of a person).
Danny Dec 2017
I ache to think of when the sun rises
Because once the light hits the surface of your window
Scattering rays in abstract patterns
And beautiful, glittering gold
The toll bells for me to leave
Though I don't wish to go
I'd much rather stay and watch the way
The morning light pools over your shoulders
And lean in and kiss the soft skin
Glowing amber
I'd much rather listen to your pulse
Slow and steady by sleep
Wondering if your dreams
Are any bit of sweet or wonderful as you
I wonder if they star me in them
Though I can't be all that interesting
No, perhaps what you dream about
Is something I can never comprehend
After all, what a beautiful mind you have
And I've taken refuge in it
Somehow I managed to snag a small space
And occupy a bit of your time
And every moment I'm with you makes me curse the ticking of every clock
As each second that dawns closer to morning
Signals my departure
But until then I'll watch the golden threads
Weaving through your hair
Touching your locks and making you appear
As breathtaking as any otherworldly being
As I chuckle to think that perhaps you are, in fact, from another world
How else would you be the miracle you are
Managing to like someone like me
Who really isn't worth the time of day
With your spools of gold that make up your mind
Glittering with every thought that acts as a match to light your passions
And I love to watch you come alight with excitement
Overjoyed
At whatever topic you speak about
For the words you say tumble out like soft music notes
Almost visible through the air as they hit my ears
And ever so pleasant to listen to
And the determination that makes up your skin
Sculpted from marble
Smooth and slick
Yet still hardened from life
Is something my fingers desire to run across
And polish with affection
As you shine in contentment
And defend in opposition
And the delicate way your hands move
As you cup my cheek
Never have I been deserving of such careful treatment
And the way your eyes are made from a drop of every ocean imaginable
Culminating into a blend of blues and greens
Drowning me in awe
As your gaze lands on me
And the way the red of your cheeks
Is similar to roses
Coveted and admired
And the heart of yours I've somehow stolen
Even if it's only for a moment
And I doubt I have all of it
But even the tiny shards I've managed to caress
I'm grateful for
Is made from the light of stars and quietude of the night
Cosmic fibers weaving it together
With drops of the sun to make it glow
And dipped in the moon to make it shine
Even in the darkness
So I'll still kiss you when the morning comes
Reminiscing of all the extraordinary things about you
That I've somehow gotten to see
And the feeling of longing will leave me
The moment you kiss me back
Because mornings only last so long
But nights can be infinite.
It's not in the traditional style of poetry I write in, but..I hope any readers enjoy it (even if it's only a little). I tried to describe the subject of the poem using various similes that would elicit mental images relative to the description (such as the heart or mind parts of the poem). Hopefully someone got something out of it.
Charming Blather Dec 2017
I told my mom that I have a:
I have a corduroy hemorrhoid.
       She said that doesn't make any sense.
       What are you confused about?
       Corduroy? Hemorrhoid?
       You know, just because things rhyme doesn't necessarily mean
They Have To Jive.
I know. I said I HAVE A CORDUROY HEMORRHOID!
       I don't care about your Cor-Dur-Oy
                                                Hem-orr-hoid.
  ­     Only that bear called Corduroy could possibly have a
                               corduroy
                            hemorrhoid.
       Anyways, like I just said
       they barely even rhyme. So who really cares?  
CORDUROY
and
HEMORRHOID.
       Stop with the poetry nonsense.
Okay. But seriously, I have a corduroy hemorrhoid.
       Who made you like this?
corduroyhemorrhoidcorduroyhemorrhoidcorduroyhemorrhoidcorduroyhe­morrhoidcorduroyhemorrhoidcorduroyhemorrhoidcorduroyhemorrhoidcor­duroyhemorrhoidcorduroyhemorrhoidcorduroyhemorrh
       You better stop. I'm ignoring you.  
       Oh, ****. You're late to school.
I can't go to school because--
       You have a corduroy hemorrhoid.
Yes, that's right.
       Okay. Whatever. That's fine.
       How would you even fix a corduroy hemorrhoid?
I don't know. I'm the one who is sick.
       Oh, true.
Yeah, with a corduroy hemorrhoid.
       Please.
No, I really am sick.
       Well there isn't anything to fix!
Probably
I think I will just need a
nap.
       God, you always make Tuesday's such crap.
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