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Richard Grahn Aug 2017
Starlight is fading
As you surrender your dreams
To warm sun rising
O’er the landscape you're flying

Locked deep in your mind
In the breadth of each moment
Time drifts slowly by...

Here in the sunlight…streaming
Memories are fleeting
But the world is breathing

Your vibrant rainbow
Tosses many reflections
Gleaming in sunlight
Your deep vision remembers

As heaven descends
In the still of the morning
Dancing with daylight
The whole world is unfolding
A melody is growing
Richard Grahn Aug 2017
Deep in the mountains
In the still of the evening
Daylight is waning

A whippoorwill casts whispers
To the sunlight’s vast shadows
Crystal Freda Aug 2017
Twirling around a pole
She is filled with such joy.
She sustains feelings of being whole.
A feeling of something to enjoy.

The sun is lowering down
as the street lights glitter on.
Darkness beckons the ground.
The sunlight will soon be gone.

She lives in this small town
where her heart belongs.
Her happiness has a vibrant sound.
It sings enticing songs.
Arcassin B Aug 2017
By Arcassin Burnham


Is Anyone Gonna Forgive,
All the things you've done,you can't replaced.

Is Anyone Gonna Remember,
All the things you've said,can't be unsaid.

Are you throwing shade that you never get,
Feeling the sunlight burn off your eyelids.

Noone will forget that mess you made,
It was all your fault,no time for tears.

Is it?
Is it worth it being so cruel?
Is it?
Walking all over people you now miss,
when they turned their backs it wasn't cool was it?

Gonna have to pay for your trickery and lies,
Your real feelings were in disguise,
You could tell them all you'd like,
they'll never listen.

Is Anyone Gonna Forgive,
All the things you've done,you can't replaced.
©abpoetry2017
https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/08/unknown-26.html
ㅡjatm Aug 2017
The sun is rising so high and if she could,
She would plant sunflower seeds,
On every inch of her body,
So that one day,
She would become so beautiful,
Standing still with her strong petals,
Her face drinking in sunshine,
Through its rays of light,
Giving hope to everyone,
Especially with the way her eyes
Says hello when she smiles,
Completely clothed with passion and strength,
Laughing without fearing,
About what tomorrow may bring.

She also knows that one day,
Her stems will become soggy,
With fading leaves and falling seeds,
But the sun will silently tell her:
"Hold you down there my dear sunflower,
Please breathe because if that day comes,
You could be a dead flower for a bookmark,
For you can slowly glance up from the page,
And could still bring hope like you always do."

jatmxx
Ink Jul 2017
When the pressure builds on your shoulders
And you’re on the verge of breaking
Let me be your first call
To stop your voice from shaking

When the nights are achingly short
And the days seem to drag on
Know that I’ll listen to all of your worries
Until the crack of dawn

When you find your life is hostile
And the world is harsh and cold
Remember that you are fragile when alone
But together we can be bold

When these days are long passed
And our memories become foggy and strained
I hope you’ll remember your friend in high school
That cared for you when it rained

When we grow old and tired
And our days are filled with regret
We’ll look back at these high school years
And friends we hope we won’t forget

I’ll be glad I had thanked you then
For shielding me from the eternal storm
And wish that we'll meet in sunlight soon
Where we are not our thorns
For Noor. It's a continuation of the poem I wrote you before.

Sorry, it *****. I have writer's block.
Nicole S Jul 2017
Sunlight is filtering in.
The floorboards are broken
and the counters deaf with dust,
but somehow,
these weak rays
are highlighting the rose,
the silver,
the gold
in every loose splinter
and wandering mote.

In this sunlight,
it even looks like stars
have settled into the living room
where no one else will walk
and certainly no one will eat.

This is acceptable.

There are beautiful galaxies to breathe
and a precious serenity
in the golden silence.
Sometimes, even if no one else will help,
you have to break apart
to let in the light.
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