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Jennifer DeLong Mar 2021
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When I can find in this world a piece of truth and a knowing of trust then , I will be free of the burdens of my walls built so high I cannot see
When , I can find love with passion & truth then my walls will begin
to crumble
When this worlds comforts me & I can feel hope & a bit of peace
These walls will fall & my soul
will be set free
I hope I find this serenity
I desire this to be
So mote it be © Jennifer L Delong 8/15/18
Joy Mar 2021
Nothing more,
nothing less
than the seed growing
in the ceramic ***,
than the serendipity of
stumbling upon people made of
sunrays and stardust,
than the potential for growing,
than the potential of decay.
I'm nothing more
nor nothing less
than potential for love and hate,
for creation and destruction.
Insignificant and small.
Important and huge.
I am everything
and nothing of major importance.
I am somehow miraculously
in the most mundane sense
me.
Happy birthday indeed.
Sharon Thomas Mar 2021
What's it gonna take?
For me to enter your mind,
I've heard of a universe;
That you try so hard to confine.

What's it gonna take;
For me to make you smile
The crinkle in your eyes is enough;
To make anyone go wild

What's it gonna take;
For your eyes to meet mine;
There is serenity in them
That I cannot fathom;

What's it gonna take;
For you to whisper my name;
My heart would burst into a thousand flames
And most willingly;
Abdicate.
raven arcane Jun 2021
deep in the night,
tranquility never looked more beautiful.
with the sea calm and unwavering,
the wind that seems to be singing;
you are the calming light.

deep in the night,
chaos never looked more beautiful.
to the waves playing push and pull,
and the merciless wind that's resounding;
you in the midst, indisputably astounding.

deep in the night,
and everything in between,
the waves that crashes with its might,
and the wind faintly in tune,
in contrast to the chaos and the serene;
you are still here, my moon.

—a.c.
I will always be captivated by the moon.
feb 3 2021
Loner of the planet
Where dreams give way to musing,
Flemditation and Jarvoy,
Living with Jhello made of peppers, hot,
Loons scouring cobbled city streets
Frankenfood
Well treated with modelparse wine,
Reflecserve chortling along in
Hollogramorphing
phenoflutes;
Plan to watch a mockumentary,
broken by the doorbell -
A fairy telegram:
Invite to brunch
From Trolly,
Best friend, the only,
One to teach me
How to use my spork.
Glad to lose the smog of this morn,
I dress-up cheching the mirror:
Great a fit of my suithalf.
Portmanteau Poem written at request, a challenge taken for practice and a little fun.
Umi Dec 2020
On the icy moon,
Tranquil solitude is found,
In a sea of dust.

~ Umi
Shandré Izette Dec 2020
sand exasperatingly tickles skin
as waves roaringly crashes upon it
a deafening wind agitates hair
as it rumbles through air
                   in all its chaos
                                       I find tranquillity
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