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gleck Feb 2019
The pleasant lingering smell of rose hips,
feels almost healing,
as we tread through the garden -
together barefoot and vulnerable.

I won’t shy away from the prickly green grass,
then in the same way,
let me tickle you with my stubble as we laugh -
together joyful and crude.

One has to be careful not to lose themselves completely
to rub your intricate fingerprint away into another's skin in patterns,
because although the body feels heavy when weak kneed -
the weight of another’s soul is too much to bear alongside your own.

I won’t hold your head underwater in the fresh lake
then in the same way,
let me breathe when we lay by its side -
together entangled and safe.

The passing time made you my involuntary complex,
feels nearly daunting
as I adore this so shamelessly -
us together - balanced and in love.
ms reluctance Jan 2019
plum skies,
velvet eyes,
a familiar tune on your lips.
at peace, finally,
joyous serenity
as we await the apocalypse.
Arundhathi Jan 2019
Why does the Moon seem angry tonight?
All red she has gotten.
A moment ago she was pale and serene,
As the poets describe her to be.
But now she resembles Mars's twin,
Only crescent not quite round like him.
The sky is a blend of black and blue,
Not many stars in sight.
Is it why Selene is unhappy,
'Cause the stars were late and sloppy?
Or did she quarrel with the Sun at dusk,
'Bout solstices and equinox?
Or maybe she is annoyed at the clouds,
Who her pretty face did shroud.
Can it be that she is cold?
'Tis after all a December's night.
Or it might be that she is blushing,
Thinking of meeting her sleeping Valentine.
Oh no it can't that,
For she surely seems bitter.
Is it something I've done?
If only I knew what, I could make amends.
But I pray that ain't the cause.
Euphie Jan 2019
He was a mysterious young fellow.
Quiet and Serene.
But in bed, he is a god
that can't be contained.
Andie Jan 2019
flowing water runs

between trees light dances high

quick fish dart amoung

and I lean against some wood

a green Croc© drifts slowly through
For a midterm project
Avery Dec 2018
I want to live
Where the sun never shines
Where the stars litter the endless sky
Serene and never-changing
To live alone
Where my thoughts can never find me
Donna Bella Dec 2018
Trust me when I say this
I don’t know what redemption is
But I feel like I need to partake in such

I’m here to free myself from the words of failure that lingers
As my serene views become aligned with a life that I desire
Am I redeemed from my past?
Does the serene thoughts that I have overpower the ones that I thought won
Sara Kellie Sep 2018
Starting with coverage from BBC2.

Brushing calm shadows into
pastel hills.
A rhythm paints terrain a
sugary brown.
Flicks of green create
fauliage serene.
The clean tasteless air is
cotton soft.
A effortless stream runs
cobalt clear.
Where salmon gymnastics begin
each year.
Squirrels practice dance routines a
glamorous red.
The doormice dressed and ready
for bed.

Continuing coverage on Ch4.

The perch, the tench sat together on an underwater bench.
Discussing bait and hooks whilst flicking through some fishing books.
What's he eating? Mr Mole,
it looks like cheese and ham
on a soft brown roll.
There's a chicken and a fox that
live round here.
Seriously, they've been dating each other for about a year.
Now, if you take the next left,
then over the stye.
There's a duck lives there,
call in and say, hi!

Poetry by Kaydee.
Poetry by Kaydee present what is believed to be a creative first.
One story, one habitat, one poem giving you the viewer, two different narratives.
Now here's another twist because instead of you, the reader, reading a poem in the traditional way. We handed our work straight to two television broadcasters and they have each made a program exactly as they wanted with no constraints.
Showcasing two well known broadcasters with polar opposite styles.
Poetry by Kaydee presents to you 'The Meadow'. We take up the story with BBC2 before switching over to CH4.
Will you notice a change of style as we go from the 'high brow' production of the BBC to a more laid back, social media type of production from Channel 4.
Rashika Ahuja Aug 2018
Haven't you noticed my trembling legs, when you are close enough,
The bare touch of your fingers from the very first time,
The touch never felt strange to me, you knew there have been others too.
The shiver it got through me, was something I've experienced for the first time.
The blissful kiss that made me realize , I have never been in love before.
You noticed the tears in my eyes, you noticed I was trying to find someone from the recent past through you.
You stopped and came back to me, though truthfully I never wanted you to stop.
Those hands running back and forth were bringing me back to life.
I watched you sleeping so peacefully in my arms, that moment itself made me fall in love with you.
You thought, I did not notice how carefully you wrapped me in that blanket, though you were feeling the same amount of cold.
And how I sneaked out of it, just to wrap you in the same.
Then the morning came, and I never wanted you to leave.
I wanted to confess that you are carrying a piece of me, but I decided to let you go unknowingly.
You made the day with the parting kiss on my forehead and gracefully carried a part of me with you.
faith autumn Aug 2018
during the darkest of nights
when your eyelashes are wet from tears
and your heart is heavy in your chest,
i hope you can find comfort
i hope you can find peace
i hope that you may get
a good night's sleep
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