Sienna Luna Jan 20

Oy! My poor heart!

It's expanding just as

the sun is setting

a golden glow awash

capturing light as

it brushes each object

reminding me of golden green

fields alight!

Oy! My poor heart

expands as the sun sets

becoming a whoopee cushion

in which to sit on after it's

blown way out of proportion.

Keren Jul 2016

Before I fell in love with the sun
setting in the west sky
and with the chirping birds
in the morning dew
and with the moon and stars
like lamps in the night
and with the wind
kissing my skin everyday
and with the trees
swaying like ballet dancers
and with the cotton-like clouds
in the blue sky

I fell in love with you first.

Inspired by Lang Leav's First Love
Lalala Oct 2015

The rooftop setting is all I could ever ask for
It is way more romantic than the sunsets in the shore
You can both watch the stars twinkle and the city lights glow
While you can hear busy chats of the people as the car honks from below

The breeze that makes your body quiver,
Has also caused your dear lips to wither,
Which gave him a hint to wrap you around his arms,
And to carefully kiss you with no possible harm

Sorry guys for being inactive... It's been a long long while.

You don’t look for love at the Bar
You look for love at a Library
Or something more pleasant
Anything that has a ravaging environment is not a recommended setting to find your other half
Unless your definition for love is lust
Then you might as well put commitment in the dust
Do what you want, but know what to expect.

Took so much
I  weighed  so heavy
Drawn in by every burden
Dropping with sheer exhaustion
Had a relasp
Changed my way of thinking.
Pushing  any obstacles out of the way
I said enough is enough.

Latika Mishra Jul 2015

The setting sun
pours in red wine
and every trace of emptiness
in my goblet is filled up.

The ferruginous night
hoots on that ghostly tree,
whose long legs are in the waters
of the large well of desires.

Something gray
walks in slowly underneath
my chair
What was that?

A shiver runs  down
on my spine.

T'was a cat
The grey one
entering my room,
to find some warmth.

An interruption!
It spill ed my concentration.
I implore!
And the generous  you...
You continue to pour
your strength into me.
I taste, I  swallow
first a minimal amount of it
till I gain courage to gulp
full mouth of it...

Marble skies roll over golden fields,
in the silent winds, whispers travel to the ears.
Their faces are free, painted with joy,
under the setting sun.

Born on rocks and forged with hate,
their worlds collide and separate,
and now they find themselves sown together,
under the setting sun.

Warm air swirls and curls and flows,
down from the sky, and through their bones,
waiting for an event horizon,
they feel the setting sun.

Gods are known to tear apart,
the sacred chains that bind to hearts,
but nothing can stop their everlasting love,
under the setting sun.

Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Mila May 2015

is the
little sister of

my parents always said
company is two
I never understood what it meant
until I came into contact with both of them.

Amazing what two
feelings can do to you
break and shape you into
something renewed

once a shattered piece of metal
is now an armor ready for battle.

It's amazing what you did to me
you broke me but changed me too
into a better version of myself
I now am content with me
and no one else needs
to complete this ship
I'm setting sail
to a happier

Kevin M Hamilton Oct 2014

Where were you when the dawn broke
and swallows filled the gentle breeze
that wet my eyes and swayed the oaks
searching in the forest for my keys
Where were you when I was coated
in flecks of golden, caustic dust
caught in the wind as shores eroded
falling from the skies at dusk
You are the thing that I see
In the blood of the setting sun
Where were you all emerald green
in perfect silks, by spiders spun

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