Sun Jul 5

....As if they drifted in Memory
          And woke up unknowingly
          after thousand of years;
          Thousand of miles apart.
          Eyes look upwards....
          Vivid sunlight
          Cold feet:
          Scared to touch the Earth!

Time cut the wings:
No one noticed.
Bound to rebound
the distance!
Hearts cry on
Soliloquy swings....!!
                  Long gone souls
                  coming back in flesh;
                  Touch tender;
                   Love True
                   as if you're pouring water
                   on dying plants
                   with so much care....

Stop chasing Butterflies
flying around you....
Let them dance
Just like you do
So do the wild dandelions....!!
        Keep flying among the clouds
        Until you find
        Who is standing there
        Who is counting moments;
        Chanting each day
        Silently believing
                   For you . . . .
      A Thousand Times Over

“People disappeared, reappeared, made plans to go somewhere, and then lost each other, searched for each other, found each other a few feet away.”
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
Sandoval Jun 16

He gave me in one look,

what a thousand sunsets

never could.


For 15yrs we had a love pure and true
Love so perfect I feel bound to you
Like intertwining vines
of a wisteria
I am so lucky to have had good love
You will always be my precious treasure
It breaks my heart a million times over knowing you can never
be my forever
There time will come to leave this place of chaos and hysteria
To free yourself from the cage of confusion
Not knowing what is real or what is a delusion
We may meet again
In another time and place
Forever in my heart
You have a special space
With all that is happening
I would live this life a thousand times over again and again
So I could have you once more
Not only as my lover
but also as my friend

Pete King May 5

I'm ten-thousand things,
And I'm ten-thousand people.
Ten-thousand things that make up a me.

Sometimes I'm happy,
Sometimes not so much,
Sometimes I'm somewhere in-between.

We - as people - are all made up,
Of an uncountable amount of elements.
Always twisting and changing
Recreating, rearranging,
It's no surprise that sometimes,
We change like the weather.

Sometimes I'm sad,
Sometimes I'm neurotic,
Borderline psychotic, on the cusp of insane.

You're ten-thousand things,
You're ten-thousand people,
And I love every one just the same.

Bittersweet Apr 21

I’ve read a thousand books
And walked a thousand halls
I’ve gazed into a thousand mirrors
And I have scorned them all
I’ve smiled a thousand times
In a thousand different ways
I’ve learned a thousand things
On a thousand different days
A thousand different rivers
A thousand different rests
A thousand different lives i've lived
And a thousand different deaths

Throughout my thousand journeys
And my thousand lonely tears
Nothing can compete
With my single, solitary fear

This was my entry poem
Nylee Mar 24

The day has ended ,
The night is waking .
Tired and sleepy
I count sheep
over three thousand
Snuggling my pillow
With the hope ,
my eyes will close
but my thoughts
drag me towards the thoughts
which I ought not think about
So I count a thousand more .

The right eye I avoid blinkin',
There is a new irritant therein,
But harmless compared to the killer,
The killer roamin' here an' there,
Thousands of faces she always had,
And she dons one or the other,
Kills by the name of the lover.

My HP Poem #1415
©Atul Kaushal

In the dark night I was prevented from my satisfying slumber,
as I was troubled by my rooms dark corner.
Though my eyes were soon to be sealed,
may my dreamcatcher cure me from this dreadful darkness to be revealed.

Thankfully, the dreamcatcher protected me through this night,
as I was navigated to an existence so bright.
I was floating above the sea as I saw the lights
of thousand beaconing lighthouses from these ongoing heights.

Keenly guided from all insecurities,
I now clearly see the seas of opportunities.

This was a poem I wrote to a friend of mine, as I was inspired by a drawing I drew on the front of her christmas card. The drawing contained a dreamcatcher which navigated a way to an open sea of thousand lighthouses.
Rebecca Lynn Jan 16

I've walked a thousand miles or two.
Done worn the souls out of my shoes.
You can look in my eyes and say,
"All those are times, I've been through
Just take a look at my shoes."

I've walked the steps that you have made
I've learned from all my past mistakes
And I can promise you
You're not the only one who's worn out their shoes.

Rebecca Lynn Nov 2016

I had to move on from the past, at last
I couldn’t stay, I’d lose my mind.
You turned the knife in my heart, & left a scar
I cried, a thousand times

I've been through a lot in my life. People come into my life and people always leave. That is what this poem is about.
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