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reyftamayo Aug 2020
Pabulusok na ang ginintuang hari
sa dulong kanluran.
rumuronda na ang mga paniki,
nakadapo na ang mga ibon.
tumitili ang mga kuliglig
kasabay ng walang patid na
sagutan ng mga palaka.
ang mga butiki naman ay
humahalik na sa lupa.
malamig na hangin
ang madaramang sumisipol sa pandinig
at pumupukol ng mumunting alikabok
upang ipaalam
ang malambing nitong dampi.
maya-maya lang ay sisibol na
ang nagkikintabang kurap
ng mga mumunting kulisap
sa kalangitan
upang ito'y ilawan hanggang umaga.
Ashley Kaye Jul 2020
Morning to
another moment.
Open the shades, lighten the dark
with intention.

See the
little clouds dapple:
free spirit beings
of their own.

I want the shade gone, but
I lift it every
Morning.
Not all mornings are effortlessly bright.
Shofi Ahmed Jul 2020
The black swan smoldering in deep shade
vanishes in the sunset pond
sticking the discovery beauty spot
on the face of the moon!
-elixir- Jul 2020
As the rain falls
I seek in the halls,
for the familiar thunder
that took me under
under the magic
of the dark logic.
Through the dark streets
you walk with treats
for my shaded soul,
as you whisper slow,
"do I terrify you?"
as I grin through
these healed wounds.
Dante Rocío Jun 2020
Because the light and shade
of fedora’s peepholes
shines hot
like a golden mosque;
How being caught up by something
so up close
stirs fullness
and feels of attention
Al menos algo fructífero sale de la canícula, por debajo de la fedora y sombra
Dibakar Ghosh Jun 2020
A day seems so brighter
When I can peek at her
Through the lost lorgnette
Draped under those crimson shades
Just for that very appealing smile,
That keeps me alive
To hold me Keen deep inside
As My love to her is a roaring fire.

Whenever I wither for my broken desires,
Her very presence holds
Some enchantment deep inside,
Which animates my shattered soul
In a blink of an eye.

Though she's all I ever accomplished
Or will ever desire or dream of.
Her every bit of essence
In my incoherent life,
That make me whole within,
Without every bit of those,
I'm no more,
Cause she's all that I ever live for.

She's my red rose filled with no thorns,
Yet I never know why her I ever chose.
Guess that's the way how my heart rolls,
That make me go baffled,
All night long.

Yet her every bit of picture,
That rolls ahead of my avid eyes,
Still I'm just too scared,
To let her know,
How I feel for her every now and then,
In fear of one hope,
If she ever knew that I cared
With my heart all along,
Will she ever yield
To my every bid of proposition
That I ever hold.

But after all I ever been through,
One thing that's been straight
In my head for so long,
No matter how much hard I ever try,
The ecstacy for her that builds within,
Will stay unrequited
Whether I hop in or not,
Still this love will stay undivided
For eternity and beyond.
Samara May 2020
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 2020
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 2020
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!
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