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Rabeya Tasleem Nov 2018
I hope,
Yet i don't want to,
I miss,
Yet i don't want to,
I love,
Yet i don't want to,
Making me heartless again,
We left each other for good,
Yet we don't want to.
Salmabanu Hatim Nov 2018
We have been married for fifty years,
Seen many seasons,faced many fears and tears.
What was mine and yours,
Has become ours.
We are a pair,
Everything we share,
Equally and fair.
One bed,one blanket and a hot water bottle between us,
No complaints, no fuss.
We share a spoon,
When we have soup at noon,
A sip for me,
A sip for he.
We share the spectacles,
I, to read aloud the bible,
He to read the newspaper which he is able.
We both listen to each other,
He sometimes affectionately  calling me mother.
We share the dentures too
For solid food that needs to be chewed.
He wipes my face and I his,
As sometimes tears stain the cheeks.
We hold each others hands tightly and pray,
We stay together as long as the Lord may.
Gods1son Oct 2018
Everyone has love in their heart
For some... Love has settled down
in the V-shaped part of the heart
Just as you would shake a bottle of juice before serving
The same way, you would have to stir the heart up very often
To have an homogenous mix of love for the day!
Luke Lucci Oct 2018
Don’t allow negativity to be,
A contributing factor to your misery.
**** those bad vibes,
Don’t let them bring you down.
The opportunity to be happy really come around.
@copyright 2018 Luke Wallace
Luke Lucci Oct 2018
View the world through open eyes,
Many are blind,
Misguided by its disguise.
Driven by power,
Entitlement,
Greed,
An awakened society is what we need.
@copyright 2018 Luke Wallace
Timeless joys -
Colors, occasions, fields,
Of grass and trees, rocks and creaks,
Sunlit mornings and early rain,
Moonlight and beaches,
All these things that no-
amount of gold and paper
can ever, by joy, duplicate.
Where have they gone?
Will they ever come back?
Timeless they may be but
I am, as of now, have a lack
of these - around me, by me
to feel, to have, to share,
And even when I notice these
I feel no sense of warmth,
no sense of happiness,
Is it truly timeless, or
am I just, inside, dead?
But really,
what does it mean
When you cry alone
What does it mean for me, a man
To cry with you?
Spilled white wine rolling down
My thick masculine cheeks? No, is
More like a thunderous piercing(pain) hidden
Within layers of facade down my heart
I wish I could fill the hole you dig a times
But only if you could talk me and be a bit
Open like a shallow hole present on a wall.
Maybe then I can decipher your signs
You don't have to solve all your problems
On your own!
When it hurt,
It's
okay to cry
It's okay to be mad
Sometimes you just got to smile
And I just wanna be the one that put that
crescent Smile
It's okay to at least
whisper, let me solve
julianna Oct 2018
Sometimes I forget to share
Like I’m suddenly unaware of the line between my life and theirs.
I can appreciate something that’s not mine,
So why can’t they?
I need to remember to share.
Sometimes I get random bouts of jealousy when I see someone enjoying the same things that I do. Almost as if I had “claimed” it - per say. It’s a personality flaw that I’m working through...
Mi carne aveces freída
sintiendo que estoy en la mira
de aquel que desata su ira
y el tiempo pierde medida.

Seguro se me cae la vida
cada vez que un ángel me mira
cada vez que toca su lira
mi alma luego lo olvida.

Siento que nada me importa
por que debería seguirlo
si el demonio igual lo exhorta.

Yo debo impedirlo
si el diablo roba la Bistorta
y así poder reducirlo.
Este es un ejercicio, pero queria compartirlo y ver que opinan.
Arcassin B Oct 2018
by Arcassin Burnham

Spacing , Pacing , contemplating,
broken races,
fractured faces,
lives lost in a society that doesn't give ****,
Everywhere is God but everywhere is Satan,
what your faith is?
empathy has busted out the scenes for people that'll over lend,
Been down my whole life and it seems,
That there's no one I could trust,
Pick your friends,pick your enemies too,
Sometimes I wonder what's wrong with us,

The soul in me has no time for your ****.
Have to hurry up and live my life before end.
The sorrow doesn't impact you the way you think.
The Soul in me has the power to rethink.
©abpoetry2018

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