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Nolan Willett Apr 2019
By spring’s birth I will disappear,
Till then and only then I’ll last,
Amidst thriving plants and trees and fears
Oh, what an ironic contrast.

It would scream “He is an artist!
And we should have loved him for it!”
And I would remain untarnished
When I life’s pains and joys outwit.

Truly, it is miraculous,
The content and sublimity
Reached choosing to be impious,
Resolved to anonymity.

The wind ceases, the snow subsides,
The sun shows its duplicitous face.
Time has come, now nature provides
Artistic end to this snide race.
I am your Mother God,
ponds of breeding sensuality,
love divine sent from beyond the bleeding God,
time caught the charm of the infinite,
a bright kiss in sublime miracles,
your life on Earth I came to flourish,
come near let me reveal the wealth of the Universe.
My next book will be out soon.
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Clay Smith Mar 2019
She lays back
On sheets so soft
The stars they shine
Into the ceilings loft
Her mind it wanders
Through memories past
A bottle of wine
And an empty glass
Dressed in satin
On her body lies
Clings to *******
Hips and thighs
Matching *******
Shear to skin
Hides her mysteries
There within
Without a lover
With her tonight
She's on her own
With her delights
She pours her wine
And takes a sip
Passing over
Ruby lips
Fingers moist
On silky skin
Feels the wettness
From within
Exploring the hard
Hallowed spot
A deep breath
It's hard to stop
Faster still
Her hand it moves
Rubbing,caressing
Her swollen jewel
****** comes
As her back curves
Bright colors flashes
Without a word
Sweat pours out
In drops like dew
Each time the sensation
Feels anew

Written by
Clay Smith
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Anthony Mayfield Jan 2019
Well, I think you could my red wine.
My sweet decadence.
Or maybe you could be my sunshine,
My moonlight.
You could be my celestial dream.
In my heard is such precedence,
Such a hope sublime.
I hope that you could be my red wine.
In time,
My sweet decadence.
You could be my red wine
Shofi Ahmed Nov 2018
Peace be upon you
Peace be upon you.
The moment you were born
were summoned to Earth
far from heaven.
Far no more, no more
heaven is now an open door
close to the believers' souls!

Peace be upon you
Peace be upon you.
The moment did you dip
your toe in this mortal soil.
Mortal no more, no more
it becomes sublimely
the most beautiful of all!

Peace be upon you
Peace be upon you.
The moment you breathed life
your perfume stirred the water
the meaning of life is obscured
no more, no more
it’s all clear like the full moon!

Peace be upon you
Peace be upon you.
East to the west
you are the best.
The leading light
shines at the fore.
'Rahmatul lil Alamin'
Mercy to the world.
for the mankind
for the evening star
and the morning rose
you brought peace to all!
Michael Hart, the author of the book "The 100 Most Influential People", it took him 28 years to complete it. He ranked Prophet Mohammad (PBUH) No 1 on the list.

While he was giving a lecture in London, he was booed and interrupted.
People were complaining as to why he ranked Prophet Muhammed (PBUH) as No 1?

He said:
"The Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) stood in the middle of Makkah in the year 611 and said to the people: 'I am the Prophet of Allah'.
Four people believed in him; his BEST FRIEND, his WIFE and two KIDS!
Now, even after 1400 years, the number of Muslims has gone over 1.5 billion and still expanding.
He could not have been a liar, because a lie will not last 1400 years! Nor could you fool 1.5 billion people!
Another thing to ponder is that even after all this time, millions of Muslims will not hesitate to sacrifice their lives over one word that would hurt their Prophet".

"Is there even one Christian willing to do that for Jesus?"

After that, there was DEAD SILENCE in the whole auditorium!
Seán Mac Falls Nov 2018
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Treasure in forest,
Water dropping crystal beads—
Dew on wild orchids
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Ruby Tuck Nov 2018
I'm sitting at my desk after a math test
And on my math test, I really tried my best,
But now, thank god, I get to rest
And play with my colored pencils.

I feel like it's been so much time
since I've written in colored pencil rhyme,
But I find, it really is sublime
Writing in something other than monochrome grey.

As I sit and gaze at my pencil collection,
I am realizing that it has turned to obsession,
But there are twelve colored pencils for three stanza perfection,
So, for poetry's sake, I guess it's okay.
I actually did write this the first time in colored pencils after a math test.
SR Nirmal Kumar Nov 2018
Writing is my passion
You're my inspiration

My rock solid foundation
Whom I seek in times of tribulation

Pragmatic precepts did he essay
Not so difficult to follow, I would say

Though departed to a place far away
His memories keep me swing and sway

I yearn for your visitation
Desperately need some consolation
An avid reader, a writer of merit, a man of profound knowledge and moral soundness. I owe everything to my appa. The memory of walking alongside with him in the journey of life is unforgettable. The imprints he made on the sands of time are indelible.

"Blessed be the Lord thy God, which delighted in thee..."
Samreena Lodhi Sep 2018
Thoughts like clouds,
storming my mind.
Thunderstorms,
thunderbolts,
lightning and
heavy gushes of the words,
striking against the wall,
of my brain, like blind birds.

Here I stand,
no pen to write with,
no paper to write on.
Words will escape,
by penetrating in my soul.

My fear of losing my words,
stays by the side of my thoughts.
They can come at any time,
will shower like a rain in my mind,
or they can go at any time,
leaving me to think sublime.
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