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Brittany Zedalis Jul 2017
I remember the innocence of childhood,
like one remembers the smell of their mothers' perfume,
I remember that, too,
easy recollections of railroad ties
and the thrill of hiding
at the bottom of a pool,
hastily replaced with the loneliness
of watching the moon rise
from the center of a midnight field,
overtaken by teenage fury,
violent and vengeful for a stolen childhood,
now adults leaving ink footprints
through the new age,
teeming with a different variety of rage,
unwavering and driven,
lamenting on what could have been

~Leaves of Ink 2017~
~Leaves of Ink 2017~
Brianna May 2017
I went on a walk today and as I looked to and fro between the breezy tree's and the sun shining against my pale white skin-- I realized you are not even thinking about me.

On this almost summer day, I walked for a little bit.
I let the air soak into my skin, I let the sun brighten my hair, and I let the weather affect me in the best way. I decided to let the earth have it's way with me for once.

I took a step into the gate where the pool laid silently and alone in my apartment complex. I slipped off those sandals I knew you hated when I wore them, and I smiled. I slipped off that ugly kimono I knew you hated and I laughed.

Because for that moment... that single second of me stepping into the cool water on that hot almost summer day... I didn't give you a second thought.  I didn't care about the things you hated about me. I didn't care about the things you loved about me.

I took a sip of the sparkling red wine I bought a few days ago, I sat in the pool, hair  up in a messy bun, water and sun  rejuvenating my body and soul in a way that you will never understand.

I sat there... and I thought... this is it.
This is how it feels to let negativity flow out of you and let love for yourself slowly in.
Tia Assyifa May 2017
I told you that I wanted to float

and so you took me to the pool,
tipped my body slowly,
your hold on the curve of my back
the precarious fulcrum.

With shallow breath and the sun in my eyes
I think I fell in love with you a thousand times over.
Donielle Apr 2017
Your eyes like pools of the clearest water beckon me,
beg me to drink from them.
With each blink,
their color grows warmer,
smoother, more welcoming.
I move closer, toeing the edge of your abyss,
heeding no warnings of eternal falling with the miss of a step.
The swirls of blue mirror the sky
on the most beautiful day,
mesmerizing me, hypnotizing me,
easily fooling me into stepping in
without testing the depth of your water.
My blind faith does not lead me to drown.
Instead,
your waters surround me,
wrapping me in warmth and keeping me afloat.
Each blink is a wave rocking me steady,
rhythmically, peacefully,
matching my own heartbeat,
repeating, promising an ever-continuing symphony,
a lullaby
that claims an end to my nightmares.
Timothy hill Mar 2017
Writing poetry is like playing billards.

All points of "contact" have each diameter in seeking a pocket.

Poetry you are writing, of experience, and weaving it into a smart expression!

Too portray, your reality, with out need for a ticket.

Seats always full because, your the star only bright, and lovely with great behaviors and good commoditys.

Also some times a dense comedy.

Your always playing games with friends mostly monopoly.

Now you can play king because you met with geology.

As we where played, tunes praised by jesters and "overly psychology".
Focal point billards.
Tamanna Gogia Feb 2017
I feel like jumping, in your arms.
Into the pools of desire that your eyes are.
Your beautiful, soulful eyes that make me look at myself in the mirror,
A few seconds longer than usual.
I want to jump, at every opportunity life ever awarded me with.
To grab it and seize the best before anyone blinks.
I want to dive, whilst I can,
In a room full of balloons,
Burst a few while I am at it and laugh endlessly at my childish behavior.
But I can't.
I don't want to, anymore.

And here I stand, with a swollen face.
Eyes that have jumped deep into a tear pool before any slumber engulfed them.
Heart that has long forgotten to skip a beat.
Legs that have forgotten to sprint behind friends in a tickle battle.

I stand here, ready to jump.
From the edge of end into the waters of another world.
Will the other world give me what I crave for.
I'll have to jump and see.
these last few days have been so hot
one seeks a retreat somewhere cool
bathing the skin in a blue water spot

the sea's touch an ideal locale of lot
feeling the splashing waves curling spool
these days few days have been so hot

steeping one's frame parched of knot
gladly partaking with the soaking fool
bathing the skin in a blue water spot

as the thermometer rises to high trot
one hankers for the appeal of a pool
these last few days have been so hot

how divine sensing a refreshing plot
covering the fever with an ocean's tool
bathing the skin in a blue water spot

December's sun is relentless of mot
where one must escape its sool
these last few days have been so hot
bathing the skin in a blue water spot
uzzi obinna Nov 2016
I sit at the pool of Bethesda waiting for my turn to come,
I've sat by this pool for 38 years witnessing the healing of some,
O Bethesda , where was i when angels came to stir thine water?
I was here nights and days waiting earnestly just like the others,
I waited yes i waited,
For 38years i waited
The angels came and stirred,
Yes they stirred and others entered
But all i've done is wait, wait and wait.
Whatever is worth doing is worth doing immediately. Its good to be patient by do not confuse patients with refusing to dare. We can do what others are capable of doing.
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