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Dear Apr 2018
You was for me like the night for the stars but,
I was for you like the noise for the silence,
In one hand the happiness,
And in the other the loneliness,
You always have to see both point of view,
Even if one is the heaven and the other the hell,
I wish I could go back to the good times like the 21 pilots song,
When I saw you everyday,
when I sat with you everyday,
when I talked to you everyday,
when I saw your smile everyday,
We were happy but we didn't know,
I was happy but I didn't know,
Our love is like a sand clock,
when one side grows the other decreases,
when the two are similar it does not reach,
When one side is full the other is empty,
We fell in love in two times,
You first and then me,
You told me that I have a chance,
But I can't see you around,
I can't see your face,
I can't see your smile,
I can't see your eyes,
I can't even heard you in my head,
I can't feel you hands in my mind,
but I can feel your lack in my heart.

I just miss the good times.
Good times will come
Madeleine Apr 2018
My mind is running blank
As if quicksand absorbs all my thoughts and sank
Wonder if that's what life feels like
When things are falling apart
Akash mazumdar Apr 2018
No I don't have to lie ,
May be I do but it's all clear in my eyes ,
No bag full of passion is clinging behind,

No I don't have to lie,
We might talk or not but the secrecy of our needs we'll hide,
Right?

No I don't have to lie ,
Don't worry I won't write books about what you've done  & doing side by side ,
First define your dreams ; what you need so that you won't break someone's feeling for the next time ,

No I don't have to lie ,
Sparks we had the sweetest envy we shared but we dried ,
Thousands of words are tinted dull ; now it's a half bareland of trust and needy appetite.

No I don't have to lie,
No I don't have to lie.
they have been watching us since our birth
like concerned mothers watching their babies grow
from afar, yet with a close eye

they realize that their undisciplined and unworthy children
have gained control
and have silenced the majority through deception and greed

they realize that this has brought the paradise they founded
to the brink of apocalypse
and they have begun steps to alter this destructive path

they are here now
they have said hello
in the crop circles
in the clouds
in our dreams

the children free of greed
free of power driven thought
and open to the idea that the beauty given us
is all we need to sustain
know this

it shall happen in our lifetimes
the signs are there
and soon
when they feel we are ready
they will end the flight of a bullet
or a missile
before it completes its life ending path
and before us they will proclaim for all the world to hear...
'Enough'
oldie - slightly revised
Brenda Mukisa Mar 2018
I have written many sad poems.
I have run out of sadness.
I spent it all desperately.
Like a drunkard on another shot of whiskey.

I've spent all my sadness. Now only happiness remains.

I walked on a rainy muddy road this morning.
I nearly cried from sadness.
Then a woman with a baby stopped for me.
I got in at the back and just then, I saw it.
It looked at me and struggled successfully to sit next to me.
It held my cold hand and gave me all its warmth.

I realized I couldn't be sad. Happiness and warmth filled my heart.

I will sit at my house tonight.
Open that coconut whiskey and dance to any song on my TV.
I will take time looking through every room and drink to it.
I will text my best friend and tell her I love her.
I will celebrate this newly found happiness.

I've run out of reasons to be sad, now I will look for happiness.
Give me shore
Of thoughts and love
The rivers of imagination
Where flow galore
Where a self like me
Doesn't bore
This will be the
Shore
How I wish
The winds of expression
Making me fetish
Would carry me in their arms
The sails of the boat
Of this body
In all their charms
Oh but no alarms
And no mighty
Waters
That tumble these
Argosies
Will be to hard
Oh like those
Rams seeing
Tendrils and branches
Gave eanlings
Streaked and pied
My imagination's streams
Would overflow
The branches
Of this tree
Would break
All barriers
And be warriors
On the cheek
Of the turbulence of
Times immemorial!
that my life be played down
truck driven dreams
my heart
collapsed
in
his
hands

he holds me here
touching me there
she wrote to me
he never
left
me

she is swinging fences
of
jealousy
what has your love
to offer me
that jealousy
that's not for me
your friends in
jealousy

your speach
who are you

that I be approached as an child
I am but an flesh child
you cannot do that to me

razor bit slips
fresh little slits
ima man
now
am
i
an
other hit


not from the pipe
nor from your love
of
greed
we have
plucked
all our
roots
of
jealousy

surely that isn't me
voices
in
my
head
scream
from
the
cages


we have built for my insanity
that my life be played down
?











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SelinaSharday Feb 2018
The world is crying!!

poets where are you, we all need you God has gifted you!

To help hearts of this world make it through..

Where are you?..

The World around us is falling..

Parts of it feeling tragedy feeling disastrous.

feeling help us Lord stand with us.

Poet, Leaders, Teachers, Ministers, come through,

Motivators where are you!

Rain is pouring..

Don't sleep on us hope your not snoring.

We are standing we are fighting, we are protesting.

We don't know what to do, our world is troubling.

Days appearing cloudy, whats our world coming to.

Is the world being punished for its iniquities,

Is this meant to bring us to our knees.

It's hard for many to see eye to eye,

We see a grey cloudy dark sky.

As the world is crying.

Some parts of it are laughing and mocking.

Most are denying, That things are coming apart by its seams.

As the Minority are bleeding. Our World is crying.

Many are denying,,. its the quiet before the storm.

It's the beginning of a tragic alarm.

It's history in the making!

It's very alarming..

The storms are rolling..
Poets speak your volumes..
Speak your views.. Speak in colorful hues.
On the things of today.
Help wipe some tears away.

SelinaSharday aka
heavensRosepoet 1-22-2017 S.A.M ©
In today stressful times with President Trump.. many are protesting.. tragedy the world is digesting.. many different political views..Speakers can help us deal, we need the comedy relief the poetic defense/offense. Poets/Motivators. SPEAK your truths..
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