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LC Jun 4
she studies his soft features
with furrowed eyebrows,
catching every detail
in the palm of her hand.
the palm lines show their story.
It's been a while :)
Man Mar 22
i loved you undeniably
i'd have done anything for you
if it were possible, to have taken all of space
and place it in your palms
all you needed to do was ask
but rifts between us
grew to chasms
while the one-sided nature
of our relationship
instilled with newfound courage
from friends and family
i took to it a thumbtack
and listened to the popping hiss
that sounded
we were done
as the rain poured upon my palms,
i’ve reached out just to feel your touch.
wear a smile today :)
Laura Sep 2020
laughing til we cried
four hour high
climbing through windows
for a skyline view
from your roof
summer was dying
but magic was lingering
in a captivating stare
engulfed in warm air

today is your birthday
and I thought of you all day
my skin burns from frost
and the skies are gray
wanted to reach out but have nothing to say

every word that danced out of you
remains in these four walls
wrapped in a bow
embraced in my palm
I kept them somewhere safe
somewhere they belonged
Shane Leigh Sep 2020
Palm fronds are falling,
like feathers
I lean against the arching trunk
of this beautiful palm tree.
It’s an old tree,
leaves will fall,
it happens;
but they fall,
it’s beautiful
but they fall,
too quickly,
but they fall.
I look up to the light.
There’s a never-ending canopy.
Where did all these fronds come from?

Don’t you know it’s time to wake up sister?
It’s warm.
The night is coming.
But it’s warm.
It’s warm?
You were always the logical one.
Telling me it’s time to wake up.

It’s always time to wake up.  
But you’re here.
leaning against the trunk,
touching the roughness of the bark,
stretching my limbs like the roots.
You are the soft furs of the fronds,
the small spines
elongating from the rachis,
the parts that are destined to fall.

It’s time to wake up sister.

I am awake
Looking up to fronds,
reaching around the thin trunk –
the other side ...
it's empty.
I am awake,
the fronds keep falling.
I am awake.
This was another writing exercise for my class.
Any and ALL feedback is appreciated but, ultimately, I hope I did a good job lol and I hope you all enjoy it. (:
© Shane Leigh
Spriha Kant Aug 2020
They , the grass carps
eat away the algae of my brooding from the pond of my feelings.
Like painters , they paint the blank canvases of my life with unforgettable sweet and beautiful moments by their delicate and innocuous jacose paint brushes.

Tickling me with loads of laughter by their innocuous hilarious acts is their shadow.

Folding the tender age of the two little beauties into my palms for ever is my fantasy and living with their childhood memories shall be my ice cubes on my burning wounds.
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Safana Jul 2020
A richest mother,
who let
her children suffer,
she is, a tallest
than a tallest Palm
and Dates trees,
For those
who are near,
her shadow is useless,
And those,
who are very far
benefitting massively.

It's my richest and,
a giant mother
Poetic T Jun 2020
This loop of unending unity
for the moment I put it on,
            never has it left the
digit of my palm..

mostly due to the time of
our unity I have gained many
               a pound, and my
sticks became sausage fingers.

though it has bent it has never
       broken like our unity.
We mould to the changing of time..

And I still love you more than when
                     I put this halo of
love upon my palm....
Erian Rose May 2020
Her palm was a guide
lightning bugs stitched in the stars
poisoned elixir Apr 2020
it's our laughter that
bound us;
the moment of camaraderie
new friendship being born
unsure whether this'll be thorn
or storm
and i sat there, torn
unsure where to go from here
a welcoming clasp
palm on palm, fingers
coiled around one another
a peace treaty, a clap of agreement
a silent pact between us
" i gotchu"
a " thank you"
a smile here
a couple more there
am offer for selfless help
and pride in me
pride in you
that forged out friendship
and i thank you
for all your help
all of it.
(C) Elissar Mustapha, 4 Feb- 5 Feb 2019
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