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Tony Oquendo Aug 2014
Soft as a mothers glow, this star so warm and bright
from a place too far away to hold, yet warms a summers night
as evening falls to sleep it goes this stoic friend of mine
upon a new day she unfolds, hello my sweet sunshine
LightShade Oct 2017
Why is that when we truly love someone
We give them everything we got
And never expect anything in return
...
But that's the painful part
We never recieve anything back
Oskar Erikson May 2017
i shouldn't have
expected anything less;
deluding myself
is what i do best.
Sam Oct 2016
Don't give me hope
When you know there is none.
I do that too much already,
I don't need anyone else telling me too.
Not sure if this really counts as a little thought lol
eh oh well
Julika-Skai Jul 2016
I've been so quiet
The days I've been alone and dealing with my peace
Didn't thought the moment that we where present, it would be a day of remembrance
A day that would have changed and unlocked
Some secrecy that I only thought, maybe it could've been possible, or maybe not.

But when you've touched me,
You didn't only touched me,
You had reached my soul
And all the feelings that I had, I couldn't even controle
I couldn't even measure,
I felt out of place but at the same time I felt my own space
The space I felt that was close inside of me. That why I often say to you: "You feel so close to me."

Our space that we had created
By the way we felt, I saw more then I expected
You had gasped my soul
I never thought someone could hold me, in a way that I felt embraced
In peaceful surrounding that you helped create.

*To you my dear, for I am glad,
I can receive and give again.
Denel Kessler Dec 2015
the poet
a scribe
recording
divine whispers

her muse
earthly angels
sent to
translate

her prayer
open me
so I may
receive
Dana Kathleen Nov 2015
After every time you say to me
It was good to see you
But you know it was more than that.

You’ve also said we have the same eyes
but we don’t see things the same.

If only my hand could craft words to be
the source of us instead of us being the
source for my words.

Using my hands to paint
the reality I want instead
of what I see. Giving life
to us instead of a life being
taken from us.

If you can’t read me
at least you can read
what I create after
you’ve touched me.
This poem was inspired by my British Literature class, after learning about emission theory and reading some of Edmund Spenser's Amoretti sonnet sequence
Debra Lea Ryan Aug 2015
The song of Spring
Is in the Breeze
Take it in
As you Breathe
Feel it fill ...
...Your Chest
Give you Joy
Its Happiness!

(c) Debra Lea Ryan, 01/09/10
Part 1
I truly love Spring!

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