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Suzy Hazelwood Apr 2015
From the ashes I will rise
let dust fall
from my aching limbs
unmoved by ghosts
of yesterday
and rest in the place
that waits for me
Originally written as a image poem, it looked like this -> -> https://wordmusing.wordpress.com/2013/08/10/from-the-ashes/
Dr Zik Mar 2015
When we face towards the east
North is left and south is right
When we see towards the sky
We see the birds flying at height
East end sun to us doubloon
West end will be ending soon
Learn directions, sing a song
Four directions round you all
If you face hurdle, confuse
Think a while to have recall
You can learn if you don’t mind
West is diving see behind
Oh, oh, hay, hay, he or she
They and you too can it see
We are facing rising moon
Autumn, winter, April, June
Poem
for the children
of age from 5 to 90 years
for all ages...

.......
Mary K Feb 2015
it surprises me that all of this was once not thought to pass. with the rising of the tides and the hastening of the wind, and then all life seemed to disappear suddenly. and yet the warning signs were overlooked and everyone continued until the water levels rose slowly enough that they didn't even realize that they were drowning until it was too late.
does this count as a poem?
Dana Kathleen Dec 2014
Similar to a wave in the sea,
I cannot be restrained.
Rising up after falling
again and again.
Each time stronger,
crashing down harder
than before.
Resembling the messages sent in bottles,
rippling waves inscribed with purpose.
Drowning my anchors
in the deepness of the water.
Destroying what destroys me,
refusing to stop
kissing the shore line
even after being pushed away.
This is an older poem from my portfolio for my creative writing in Fall 2013
Lynn Greyling Dec 2014
I will rise from the ashes
of this bitter love.
I will rise from the ashes
around your feet.

And leave you with
the slivers of a broken moon.
Beautiful moon and full
of haunting illusions.

For you...
I pine no more!
Ronald J Chapman Dec 2014
Shining star, so far away;
Her starlight travels across,
Distant time and space.

Her warmth travels so far to reach me.

So many years,
She was rising, but I could not see.

Her glimmering starlight reaches me at last.

Now that I can see her, she lights up my sky,

I pray she rises every day and night.
I pray she never vanishes from life.

Copyright © Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
This poem is very special. The words were transmitted to the planet Mars on 28 November 2014.
UWINGU Certificate of Mars Beaming
http://www.pinterest.com/pin/154811305916527966/

Lena Park Like a star 2008.03.21
http://youtu.be/Pt-jVuxvoRE
I've met my downfall
now here I am to rise
spreading thin sheets
of layer
and a finishing coat
of dust

It all began
these tiny orbs i see
in the corner
of my eyes,
a spark that's made
of glee
© Cyrille Octaviano, 2014
Rhapsodic moments
Sublimely rising
Singing
Blissfully blending
Piano notes
Exquisite, sweet
Rapturously surging
Precise and pure
Tumultuous as the rain
Overflowing
Rippling, rolling
Thunderous drums
Effulgent, ecstatic
Crashing crescendos
Rising and falling
Passionate sounds
Exultant, blissful
Harmonious melodies
Serene and sensuous
Tender as a kiss.
Shadows Rising Oct 2014
Test the limits of my light
See if i can follow
Question what is
Answer what i have already done
Pretend you know the world
When i know existence
Iv known it for far to long
I will continue to know this

I lived many lives
When you have only lived one
I show where i have been
How iv come to be
You show where you wish you were
Then turn around and go nowhere
Iv opened my third eye
While you have opened your mouth

You flex flawed logic
While i dead lift the magic
You claim your fallacious friends as kin
Then i present fellow witch's and enchantress's

You are a false guide
You need to be exposed and thus you have.....
People that claim to know the magic when really there imagination is no better than a small child.
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