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your gunpowder steel
on my sycamore blues
haunted by vanity
on a string just out of reach
escape the perpetual debt
we have to our makers
captive in sun strewn streaks of shade
never to feel the warmth of its gaze
willingly judged by sunburnt noses
for being less than
I just want to sparkle
in the ultraviolence.
Tom MacDuff Apr 27
If you try to hold sand too tightly,
It slips through your fingers,
Love isn't too sightly,
It poisons and it lingers.

Even a brave lion in a cave,
Will starve and fall If it doesn't change,
From that fate, love can save,
But without, is far more strange.

The best time to blossom is now,
The old idiom man said,
Trees planted in the past don't grow,
And down my long path I'm led.

Every story and poem ever told,
Whisper me meaning and truth,
And although touching souls is gold,
I've got to lift up my youth.

I lie in an orange field of green grass,
Emotions overcome by colour,
And this freedom might be my last,
I don't want this busy world any fuller.

Music and nature is enough,
Oh forest in love's shade,
Take these blue feelings away.
A poem about a relationship and the wise man inside all of our heads. This is what he told me. Hope you like it.
Reappak Apr 15
It's the tree, full of color
Vibrating blue and green
Shining on a luminous night
Enhancing the brilliant scene
This oak tree once,
was a little nut
which steadfastly held the ground
Now, it bears and blooms
Breaking all the bounds!
Or maybe this tree
was planted by the old man
who knew he was never,
To sit beneath the shade
He had master prosperity
Indeed!
now this tree, is more
It's the squirrel's home
It's a mother of fruits
It provides shades to the ones
Traveling unknown routes!
Dark Poet Mar 25
Cherry blossoms fall from trees
In a beautiful scene
Mixing with lilacs
And the scent of lavender
I waited for you to come here
Waited when the snow fell
And before that, the leaves
It feels as though I am stuck here
For all eternity

I watch cherry blossoms
Fall from the tree above my head
Look for your halo of beautiful blond hair
Your amazing blue eyes
That shown me through the darkest night
Cherry blossoms fall
Marking you vanity

I wait for you to come
Under this cherry tree
Where we first met
I know that we're locked up
In a self-induced quarantine
But I'll wait while the blossoms fall
Wait for you to find me
Under the shade of these pink blossoms
That showed me shade
In times of light
Sometimes the light turns into the dark
When you have know idea where you are
Pyrrha Jan 8
Your angelic words wrapped with demonic intent
Wont reach me from all the way up there
Your pedestal is too high, I'm afraid I can't hear a word you say
Your godlike vocabulary can't hide that devilish motive
And for as much as you lie, you are one awful liar
That angel light of yours can't blind me anymore
I have a special pair of sunglasses now
They block out all the repugnant **** from sight
Shofi Ahmed Dec 2018
My narrow cave is zero colour
a thousand winds that blow over
only blow away kohls yet to see an eye.

The sunrise beams out in the morning's hush
as do the sun basks in the swift uplifting rush.
Ah, only to miss out again like yesterday,
there was a cave it tried to highlight.

Then lost me in the dark found a Moon
heavily tilted yet over a shady turf.
Every star eying upon it knows that
tomorrow again, this will host the sunrise!
Sky Oct 2019
What shade is my soul
I don't really know.
Sometimes it's dark,
Sometimes it's bright.
Just like the year
Has it's four seasons,
My soul changes shades
For no real good reason.
Just like a dog
That has been abused,
When you are near me
My soul's not amused.
I'll stay away,
You'll do the same.
You no more care,
My soul's shade is grey.
Michael H Aug 2019
I said I'd write a poem for you,
Once I got to know you,
And now, I think that I do.

It took some time for your colours to shine,
But now I'm done, so here,
Let me show you.

You are light as the day,
With no hint of dark,
It's all bunnies, princesses and pink.

You bore me to tears,
Like a bar with no beers,
And you certainly can't handle your drink.

You're the arms-length kind,
A mediocre mind,
Fakeness and lies are your craft.

You flutter your eyes,
Like a sneaky tweety-pie,
And all the boys start acting daft.

It can't all be bad,
That would be sad,
Of course, there are nice things to say.

I just don't know what they are,
Not those things in your bra,
I've seen bigger **** in ballets.

You have a nice ****,
a nine, if I'm asked,
But that means that I'd have to say...

If I'm being true,
The best thing about you
Is the sight of you walking away.
I never gave it to her.
Maria Etre Aug 2019
I left no stone unturned
now they thank me
for they see
the
sun
MisfitOfSociety Aug 2019
Eyes that are a shade of blue,
Shriek in the light when pulled into view.
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