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Shofi Ahmed Oct 2017
Keep your sea
keep your
treasure trove
just spare a drop.

Big story small bottom line
that matters the most.
Shofi Ahmed Sep 2018
What matters most
not what shows on top.
But what's at the bottom
the underlying intention.

I wonder what's your thought
What do you see at the bottom
at the crack of dawn?

Can I guess you said
it's the blossoming red rose!
Arcassin B Sep 2018
By Arcassin Burnham

Nothings Gonna Ever Ever Ever Ever Ever
Ever Ever Ever Change My world,
Sitting in the grass holding the egg man,
You understand man,
Alternate universes clashing at the seams
once like pouring a glass of water into
your dreams watching it float,
Your body goes along with it,
Its a feeling unheard of,
The things that you thought of, or dreamt
can be real with a flick of the wrist and
wave of the hand , it don't get better than
this,
Nothings Gonna Ever Ever Ever Ever Ever
Ever Ever Ever Change My world,
I been running the from the ways of system in and out , and I just wanna go
home,
can you take me there?most high can you
take me there?
©abpoetry2018

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2018/09/hippie-complex.html
Just Alex Sep 2018
Imagine if one day
Gravity just gave way
It all began to float
Loosened from the floor

And as you begin your gentle rise
As if being pulled by the sky
What would you think about?
Would feelings within you be aroused?

Would you think of the young?
As they float up to their demise
Would you be glad their innocence
was left alone?
Or saddened that their deeds
will forever be undone?

Would you think of the old?
As they hasten their death
Would you be glad
their suffering is at an end?
Or saddened of the mistakes
they could not yet mend

What of lovers, is there a thought?
To a swift end comes their love
To feel their embrace nevermore
Or in eternity each other adore.

Families, friends and co-workers?
Officers, bankers and robbers?
Priest, sinners and saints?
Me, you and them?

All floating softly to death
So many stories
That came to an end
But what about you?
Would you spare you a thought?
Reminsce or curse it all?
Would any regret cross your mind
Or maybe memories would warm your heart
Projects left unfinished
And dreams so long without visit

For this reasons and more
we musn´t dally
So do away with lists
projects and tallies
Life is too short to spend thinking
We must think less
And open up to feeling
For we are not machine but human
And humans die
So go out there and live
Before you are claimed by the sky
The stanzas in this one are kinda weird but I like how it ended up. Funny story about this one, I was in the bus and today was a real hard day at work, my head was in auto-pilot. So I get to my stop and ususally I do a little hop of the last step of the bus, and as I land on the floor I began wondering to myself "What if I didn´t land? What if one day I jump and I just float away, and everything else just, floats into the sky?" One thing lead to another and a new poem was made, that as always, I hope you boys and girls and whatever is in between enjoy.
Simple Sep 2018
- 5
I live in my head
behind close doors
where I talk to my
thoughts.
wont leave till im dead
pk tunuri Jul 2018
If someone you once loved the most
Ends up creating problems like a ghost  

Either by developing grudges on you
Or to prove what he/she did is true

Be yourself. You are doing great
Stick to your opinions no matter how much they hate

It is just to make sure you hold back onto him/her
And to Cover up thier mistakes by making them blur

Don't let anyone hurt you
It's not at all worth, the pain you go through
Bryce Jul 2018
Here we are, awoke
Turning the effervescent wheel's
Lively spoke
And speaking of which,
Dreaming through the day
I sit awake and with God I
Note

"where have you been?"

In shining stars and spectrography
My surveying eyes alight to watch the
Topography
Shift and fizzle and burn and cook
To turn and dance towards a thousand ends.

Time a laughable wire severed
To hone the momentary soul
And yet
Let go towards the endless drone of ever
Lasting beyond the melting bones

It is a beautiful flower of a thing
The last through the door for rite of spring
Swinging, arms out on the galactic road
Aiming for all at that great unknown

And yet,
I stare up at a beautiful powder-coated sky
Watching the clouds curl and saunter by
Knowing this truth, never seeing the same thing anew,
And hoping somehow to be indemnified

Of what?

Again,
We speak the same
To reiterate the revolutive turn in all but name
The earth owes naught but dust and dirt,
To all which is and ever earned.

To not forget that which we come,
To not mistake the hand of fate;
That all that is shall once be done,
Then faith of life is ours to take.
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