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Oskar Erikson Mar 2017
Once, twice, three times too many.
Sounds and shapes controlling the contrary.
Darkness, blackened abyssal, all of the above- Tricks and deception-
the leaving of love.
Lusting after loosing;
To find courage after fear..
Wishing and wanting those who once were dear.
Of course you'll find
your heart in pieces,
Not just one's two's or threes.
You'll find that a soul simply shatters
in a muted ambiguity.
Anmol Tyagi Aug 2016
He was fully wounded,
But act like every thing was fine.

you had touched him once,
he is still  on cloud nine.  

Like you are his success,
You are his story line.

Without you he feels torn,
like life gives him a caution sign.

and I suggest, you should be with him,
Cause he dreams you as a  valentine.

Yeah.! one more, the whole situations,
and dream I talked about, "It was mine"
Amatus Poet,
Anmol_Tyagi

© poem_blues
Lucrezia M N Apr 2016
Lively silvery torments,
mere golden tingles,
hours never gone off.
I keep watching over you,
poetic genius,
****** genuine,
learned rebel,
sensitive archetype.
Could I forget your voice
and the thousands fascinations of yours?
Utopia, my pirate….
It’s only my foolish desire
a dense kaleidoscope
of languid coincidences,
all vain,… but certainly
mystic consolations.
I wrote this one 'in ode' to a great artist, in 2009 , but it could fit to all my favorite artists truly inspiring me along the way ...
I look for your eyes
in his
I look for your voice
in his
I look for your taste
in his
I look for you
in him !
I close my eyes
feel your skin
feel your hands
feel you !
your breath
your heart beating
I open my eyes
... and I see
the darkness
Jennifer Jan 2016
If you aren't going to give me any time it's okay.
But don't act like you do
just to meet your preconceived ideas about friendship.

You might give me a compliment from time
and support me in what I do.
But then completely disregarding your promises
isn't okay with me.

So I’m going to find someone who
can give me as much as I can give them.
And for shame, I’m not yours
and your not mine.
PJ Poesy Jan 2016
How is it playing in your head about now? Does it roll the inside circumference, from left ear past eyes to right, following through the back and around to your left again? Shall I whisper it once more, the sentence with which this did not start? Please don't make me repeat myself. By your blush, I know you heard me correctly. It's just how you bite your lip, that is indecipherable, whether you agree or not. Let's not leave this business between us unfinished...

It needs a title.
Any suggestion?
Julie Grenness Dec 2015
If Jesus is the question,
What is the question?
Is it, let's say,
Youth disaffection?
Kids need to be taught to say,
"Back off' to drugs and bullies these days,
Jesus as a forever friend,
To wisdom their lives to wend,
How can we reach more of them?
In this modern, digital age,
Introductions need to be made,
If an issue, is, indeed,
Youth disaffection,
Is Jesus the answer to this question?
Feedback welcome.
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*There are
two types
of people,
but only
one evil.


∘ ⊱‧⌍  ⌈✞⌋  ⌌‧⊰ ∞
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Mark Ipil Aug 2015
I love you is not a question,
So I don’t need any answer,
I love you is not a suggestion,
So I don’t need any response.

I love you is not a promise,
So I don’t need any swear,
I love you is not a sentence,
So I don’t need any end.

One thing is for sure on my mind,
I love you is an answered prayer,
For it’s a confirmation above,
That I’m a human with heart.
P.S. I think I love you better now.
P.P.S. THIS WAS COMPOSED EARLY IN THIS MORNING.
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