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Poetic T Aug 2019
Our thoughts are mist
     that in time will clear.

You just need to let the sunrise
      and evaporate the doubt  


that hangs low.

For dewdrops will cling
      on the beauty of positivity,

and life cherished,


knowing there is a new day to live.
I thank God for
The curles and curves
I see.
A bend of rainbow
In the sky
After a heavy rain
Paints a curve
On one chubby little cheeks
A smile that makes a day.
#joy #cheeks #happy #smile #rainbow
#beautiful #day #newday #blessings
Elena Feb 2019
My eyes are slits
As my reflection is not familiar
— with her
But she has my attention
She is smoking from her ears
Her voice trembles
Her lips are thin lines in dry chaps
And her tone is well—
Seriously monotone

Like nails on a chalky stone
It sent violent shivers of discomfort
Up my spine
down again
This body
A zombie

I snapped back to my face of wasted time
She is an escapee from her own death
Her tone crosses me
Like a knife on my bone
In solemn droning
To the girl with bloodshot eyes
Though not from tears
But from bursting inside.
Eric Jan 2019
Every step , into a new day.
Has tipped my scales ,with deep
Thought at play.
I drown myself with thoughts
Of pain.
I know I never gain , Im the one
Who will pay.
So now I sit back and try to forget I'm not sane.
We are now entering the chronic age .
Feelings of a song I wrote .
Tadios Yeab Dec 2018
New year is a reminder,
That everyday is a new day,
A new day to breath & breath again,
To let go of what lies behind,
And strain forward to what lies ahead,
Live more to give more than to receive,
To start over and forgive,
And most of all to be grateful,
Thank God it's a new day,

Happy New Year to you all,
With so much love,

lowkeymorns Dec 2018
I move adrift,
Surrounded by Erebus,
living as one.
Subdued and silent as Nyx cradles me,
Slowly I Breath In their Aether,
I am home till Hemera take's me
Keyan R Dec 2018
Is it me, or sometimes when we look up at the sky
It looks like the clouds have been painted
and the blue is just a hue
Just something new and unknown
Something that we see every single day
Even when the clouds are white or gray

Is it just me, or when the sunsets in the sky
The sun is smiling and the gray is turned bright
Is that what sunlight does to the night?
Lifting up heads that welcome the sight
My eyes see a sight which is odd tonight

The skies are blue, a purple view
Lately, I have been looking at the sky in the morning and it feels like everything has been painted.
Between last night and this morning,
Between the full moon and sunrise,
When dark descended like a sheet,
And heavy lids covered my eyes,

The stars emerged and receded,
Nocturnal hours ticked away,
A carpet of frost was laid down,
There between last night and today.

Ere dawn blackness interceded,
Taunting me, “Where is your light now?”
Yesterday had been locked away,
And I must start again somehow.

The nightfall came to curse the past,
I embraced it to block the shame,
Because soon the sun will come up,
And I will never be the same.
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A New Day,
Is like a breath of fresh air..
Inhale the peace of life
Got through the pain already in the night
Keep your chin up to the sky
As the sun shine...
Your spirit and soul feels energized !
You better smile
Because
The Sun ..
Wants, Needs, to light the fire inside you.

So Breathe..

Exhale the problems of yesterday..

Sometimes we need a new atmosphere
To reflect, direct our life...

So BREATHE !!

AND SAY CHEESE.
TO A NEW DAY.

©MH
Old poem! Have a good day everyone.
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