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Lilly F Oct 2019
he speaks my name as if it's a soft prayer
that would bring heaven down to earth


©L.F.
Jay M Oct 2019
Fireflies in a jar
Covered in mountains of scarves
Darkened, but not out
Still it shines
Despite not being seen
Deep within the cocoon of fabrics
Soft as a kittens fur
To rough as canvas sacks
All contain the light
Hiding it
Sheltering it from the outside world.

- Jay M
October 8th, 2019
Erian Rose Sep 2019
Fields flood high of corn stalks
As we drove along with the country roads
Leaves splattered pathways in a vibrant tint
Electrifying the crisp air around us
Pumpkins grinned softly
Nesting in beds of acorn heads

Fall couldn't be any better
Than watching out the window
And laying my eyes upon the setting sun
While apple cider and spice linger in the ether
Protected in your sweater
Xant Sep 2019
The moon peeked into my house last night
It sent signals within its piercing light,
and it said come play outside if you might

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"It's pretty lonely out here in the dark,
nothing to hear but the hoot and the bark,
but I have made you a warm cozy blanket of light,
so come play outside if you might"
19/8/2019
Àŧùl Sep 2019
The world doesn't hate me
But
It's too indifferent, you see...

Gusts of hot winds of change
But
They still remain hot and torrid...

It's like I walk alone in a desert
But
Your love is my oasis...
My HP Poem #1767
©Atul Kaushal
Can you see it?
Can you see the tears that make my world blurry?
Can you see the scars in my heart and arms?
Can you see my pain when I hear your name?
Can you see my eyes slowly dying?
NO
No you don't see me crying
No you don't see my pain
Because its hidden with a soft smile
Nazish Idrees Sep 2019
Are my nights dark?
why there is no star?

Is my smile wide?
how it looks so bright?

Are my hands soft?
why nothing it holds?

Is my heart filled?
where is all the love it dripped?

Are the days glowing?
I see myself growing

Yes, you are right!
we all are riding on this life.
Madison Greene Sep 2019
I want to be a greeter to the new seasons
to allow the new love, new sunrises and sunsets
the moon looks different from here
I gave away the old shirts and kissed the new lips and let the old worries stay awhile
change is the only thing we're promised
I made my old bed in a new room and danced in the kitchen in my same socks
I welcomed the softer skin and sugar-coated voice, the life that changed when I stopped looking back
everything shifts and I adjust
it's me, a new me, the same me
somehow different
somehow just as marvelous
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