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alasia Oct 2016
We are driving into the setting sun and soon we'll be close enough to feel the heat, and for some reason I've sped towards it as though there were a prize awaiting like I was chasing rainbows. There have yet to be enough hands and lips and words not enough feeling to feel complete, the sun cannot set before I feel the warmth of something other than the beach days that I can collect like sand bleeding through my fingers. There is no breaking or stalling just breathing and moving and I want, no need, to feel his breath and memorize his movements and not just imagine but live the life I want. We are driving into the sunset! There is no more time to push things off until tomorrow, no time to wait until later to write to postpone watering my ideas and imaginations. No time for uncertainty. Everyday is passing like a flip book until there are no pages left and I don't want to be alone, I refuse to be alone, I believe in karma and the universe and I pray that my life will be worth the beautiful sunset at the end and until then I have to make it happen, we are driving into the setting sun and when it warms my skin I want the warmest part of me to be my heart, full of the good I have done and everything I accomplished.
That One Guy Oct 2016
When I was younger I thought rainbows were the most beautiful things you could see,
But then I saw your face my whole perception of beauty changed for me.
When the darkness that surrounds me in the form of my friends,
Sometimes it takes me awhile to notice that there are nothing but dead ends.

To get me out of any bad situation all I can think of the light you have given me,
Your smile brightens up my day even when you've never tried to.
Your laugh fills the room and makes my every pore glow with glee,
How you do any of this without even trying I have no clue.

I smile every morning knowing I get to see you again soon,
And maybe one day I'll be able to do the same for you.
Until then every time I see you I will smile like a goon,
Because every day before this my love for you grew.
I am terrible at writing, and would love any pointers or edits you guys can throw my way.
joycewrites Oct 2016
You came with rainbows for hellos,
and left with hurricanes for goodbyes.
(c)2016 - Mary Joyce Tibajia
All colors of the rainbows are in your grace
My love you are so beautiful and just so cute
When you come hand in hand and face to face
My eyes take you on my heart becomes flute

Let me tell you how sweet is your appearance
Do not ask me my love about your graceful gait
You travel in me with your fantastic fragrance
Let me state clearly my sweetheart I can not wait

I do not have words to explain all your graces
What I understand you are beyond that limit
My heart and soul are under your feet for traces
If I touch you, you will vanish being so delicate

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Ceyhun Mahi Sep 2016
From the thorns come forth a beautiful rose,
From chaos comes forth a luminous star,
The gloomy rain is the cause for rainbows,
And Ibrahim came forth out of Azar.
Viseract Aug 2016
You are allowed to believe whatever you want
Believe that rainbows will always double,
That a *** o’ gold awaits you on the other side
Believe that bad men come quickly and go sooner,
That everyone is happy
Every blade of grass hides an Easter egg
Every rock hides a humble, quiet little home
Every river is made of molten chocolate…

Believe that everyone is safe and happy
Believe that people never do intentional wrong,
No such thing as assault, physical, ******, mental, emotional
Psychological…

Just when you do, make sure you open your eyes once in a while
Ignorance could be the death of you
And if you stayed in such a world…
It’s called being delusional.

And I only want the best for you,
So I wish those bad men never arrive
That those rocks remain a hiding place
Those blades of grass contain secrets of happiness
That those double rainbows have a lucky leprechaun skipping across them
That your “*** o’ Gold” shall never empty to gambling or addiction
And that those chocolate rivers never empty
And, most importantly, that such a happy world remains untouched
By reality,
And you, too, remain untouched
So sweet dreams, compadre,
I’ll see you in reality soon.
a somewhat happier poem, not so dark and gloomy. even clouds break, and sunlight may filter through,,
"W"
I am a woman
Sharp, keen, sensitive, kind
Looking, but sometimes, not finding
Rainbows, full moons, deep waters, sunrises,
Love.

I am a woman
Soft, full, lean, round
Arching my back, rocking on waters,
Hot summer nights, cold winter mornings, rainy days
Making love.

I am a woman
Nurturing, understanding, sacrificing, accepting,
Pressing my pelvis, cradling my arms, offering my *******.
Angels,  Crosses, Saints
Creating love.
1995
Cinquian
Maggie Sorbie Jun 2016
Outside my windowpane
It started to rain
Like a curtain descending
It grew dark
I thought: 'It will soak the ground
And freshen the air
For miles around'
'Then'
As suddenly as it had started
It stopped
The sky colors changing hue
As the bright sun
Came back through
There must be a rainbow out there
Somewhere
Outside my windowpane

Maggie Sorbie  June 26th 2016
Kewayne Wadley May 2016
Whenever I think of you
I runaway with you in thought; the grasp of your hand, the throb of hearts echoing through the veins of our necks.
No matter How far; how fast we run.
There is nothing before us but space.
I've run for miles with you in my hand.
Pockets empty of everything else.
Keys, wallet. No annoyance of a buzzing phone.
Just you and I in search of the end of the rainbow, the things we've always dreamt.
When I think of you I often wonder in those moments if I cross your mind at the same exact time.
Just sitting wondering what the other is doing.
No matter how far the mirror rests
A reflection is still cast.
The reflection of far away eyes
Taking a moment to look beside themselves and magnify the others pupil.
Taking a moment to rest as nothing is promised.
Taking a moment to forever memorize
The expression across your face.
If I indeed satisfy you the way I dream I do.
The ease of eyes relaxing falling asleep to the thought of you.
No matter how far I run, I still want to run further.
Its so easy to say nothing else matters
As the rainbow is ever changing.
Leaning from one direction to the next.
The ever changing throb of our heart
Whether we run fast or run slow we both run.
Day turns to night then back to day
Expanding upon the length of promise.
Longevity in each drop of rain that pours beneath the sunset of lowering eyes.
Relaxing, falling asleep to the thought of you.
Running across each and every vibrant hue the rainbow has to offer.
Holding you by the hand lost in thought.
An instantaneous combustion of an heart filled with joy.
Humbled in the thought of you.
Without lack of depth as these colors seem transparent from a far
Without such speech to fully understand what's being said.
The feel of your footprint left on my soul of all the many places you've stepped.
A gospel sung with each and every look from your eye.
Though soundless. Their words are heard loud and clear.
A lullaby that grants comfort, a peace of mind that only the soul could uphold as enlightened.
Vamika Sinha May 2016
the girl with the blue hair
bled outside of the lines
like the overdose of colour in the
comics that she read.
big eyes and
big lips - the girls on the pages
had hearts for eyes and tears
of fat diamonds.
their sadness so precious.
their affection spans shaped
like rainbows in the
big big blue.

she liked all the colours.
the girl with the blue hair
painted her lips
in the new york cold for
life should be livid, life should
be vivid.
and she
wanted the colours
inside of her blue.

like inking a sketch she
filled herself up.
i was silent when this meant
she threw herself at countless walls
to call
the carnage 'art' -
see how

the girl with the blue hair
became an artist.
poems for a friend #3

I feel that this one might change. Perhaps it needs more colour.
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