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Carina Oct 2016
Standing on a secluded cliff,
Turning my eyes to the sea.
I try to net with the smallest sniff
What freedom and oblivion may be.

The waves crashing onto the rocky shore,
Each one inevitably fading away;
no longer being part of the bore,
but instead washing over the bay.

I wonder how it feels giving up to the stream;
My lungs filled with endless devotion.
For I realize the waves crashing to be redeemed
Don´t matter as long as they're part of the ocean.
Olga Valerevna Nov 2016
the days have gotten shorter now and he can barely see
and when the sun has disappeared he'll let it buried be
he never fights the moon at all and feels its push and pull
and when he falls asleep tonight he'll ask to be its fool  
in slumber do the shadows often rearrange again
but when he has his eyes awake he'll walk away from them
his feet will not be rooted in the elements exposed
for he has found a hiding place for memories to go  
his thoughts will be the sermon he may never cease to tell
*"I'm not afraid to die," he said, "I bid you all farewell"
and the moon was full when it divided into three parts. and one part of the three was raised up.
Dan Speers Nov 2016
The pain of want I cannot avoid
I hold my nose against the smell
I close my eyes some scenes to quell
I clasp my ears so not to hear
I turn away from what I fear
But still, I cannot hide my heart
To worlds of which I am a part.
And still, I am. I fill a void.
Poetry is a painting of humanity and since our words celebrate the essence of our being, poets not only express the verity of beauty but also the weight of tragedy, and sometimes, it is both the poet and the poem that bear the weight of what we see, feel and express.
David P Carroll Oct 2016
The way of love
Shook down on me
Far from above
From a loving heart

My heart has grown
A change of love
And never apart
The day I held you
I new we shall never be
Part.
David P Carroll
A part
Arcassin B Sep 2016
By Arcassin Burnham


Still overall I sleep through the grass ,
With my head filled with gold and a candle stash,
Light It Up , Light It Up! The Asthma attack...

Let the flowers fly away,
ain't no room enough to see,
Let the memories fade,
like you're tryna' clean some sheets,
flying solo on the road,
Feeling half passed asleep,
Just to settle those scores,
keeping points for you and me.....

2 weeks of desperation,
4 months of irritation,
I will never go back to those memories..


Still overall I sleep through the grass ,
With my head filled with gold and a candle stash,
Light It Up , Light It Up! The Asthma attack..
I can just not wait to get that feeling back,

To get that feeling back!
I can just not wait to get that feeling back!
To get that feeling back!
Sleeping through the grass!

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I know you know ,
I'm trying not stress you, but your feelings are all over,
And you just want it over,
You know,
That I would never in life itself hurt you or put on a show,
But As time moves slow,
You know,
That you could share your feelings anytime with me,
And when it comes close,
I know you know,
I hope you know....
I love you so.
©ABPoetry 2016
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/09/through-trees-mix-pt1.html
Arcassin B Sep 2016
By Arcassin Burnham

Birds in the trees watch em fall out,
Without a shadow of a doubt,
I see the end is nearing like my input on everything stating
That the only thing we should be doing is getting out,
Like ****'s and ufo's flooding the town with every aspect of the
Universe, I'm glad you found out,
Make your parents proud, sit back and donate money to scouts,
Do more good deeds,
Cause when he touches the earth we float out,

I was in the luxury of giving everything up,
And it's too late to save my family,

I would reach out to my friends , they don't even say much,
And even though our friendships are history,
I'm still in the mind of me.
©ABPoetry2016
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/09/through-trees-mix-pt1.html
Ruman Hafsa Aug 2016
When I do miss you
I look at your face
In the moon shining up there
Every day I  see your face

When the moon doesn't arrive
I speak to the stars above
I ask them about you
I speak to them about love

Through wandering breeze
I send you a message
It calls out to you that "I love you"
From my memories's carriage

In the dark lonely night
Tears pour down silently
When the pain of you being far away
Can't be handled by me slowly

"May no sorrow touch you ever"
To God I pray this every day
"May you get all the joys of world"
To God I pray this every day

The love I have in my heart for you
Cannot be expressed by words any
My heart beat calls out to me
Love is for eternity...
Leticia JL Sims Aug 2016
She laid there
She was still
Her body ached
Her head pounding
Her heart broken
Tears on the brink of falling
How could this happen?
Why?
The man stole a part of her
He stole an important part of herself
He stole it and ran
He left her laying there
He left her on the ground shattered
The next time she saw him
She was on the stand
Her body shaking
Her body ached
Her head pounding
Her heart broken
Tears on the brink of falling
She told the jury the terrible things the man had done
Her body shaking
but she let no tears fall
she held her head up high
she had the man go to prison
after that day she forgot it all
she let her life go back to normal
she smiled as much as possible and enjoyed the rest of her days
This poem ending is what did not happen but what should have happen. this poem ending is what she wished would have happen.
Dana Skorvankova Jun 2016
I've never thought I might hear you
Without a thing being told
Well and I've never thought you're not about to
Write again a single word
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