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Richard Grahn Oct 2017
Treasure all these moments
Simply let them bloom and grow
Loose them into starlight where
Our love so freely flows
Carina Oct 2017
I am the highest mountain,
my tips tickling the sky.
I am the flickering candle,
that brings light to your eye.
I am the smallest rain drop,
that makes tarns and rivers grow.
I am the twinkling stars,
that show you which way to go.
I am the current of the tides,
and the moon that makes them change.
I am a gift or favor given,
without expecting any exchange.
You see I am not only human,
I own nothing you can measure;
but I am made of stardust,
the universe's greatest treasure.
To remind all of you how special, unique and beautiful you are, for you are made of stardust!
hami Oct 2017
I found a treasure box that filled with dusks
that doesn't have a golds or diamonds on it,
but got a simple antiquated photographs
that displayed what occurred on my past life.

The rainbow by refraction of the sun's rays
the times that there's no great challenges
positivity is just living at heart of my personify—
illusory of hope's beauty can make me satisfy.

The star that origin from the southeastern part
the vis-à-vis of waking up and talk to my friends,
counting one to ten while my eyes are closed
seeking their wonderful visages with a curve.

Those flowers in the yard that starts to bloom,
taking it and say he loves me or he loves me not
while eating some soil and collecting the petals,
marked a colourful stains on my vesture.

The moon's gloom that guide me to my home
after a almost a day of playing out-of-door,
and everything will start again tomorrow
but all of what happened is now a part of yore.
5th Poem! Hope you'll like it.
Meghan Sep 2017
Once there was a world bound in annihilation and pure chaotic evil. Where everyone is hunted every night they close their threatened eyes. And by means of evil, it's not that ****** imagery on your mind. It's the heart of yours located from the inside. Hearts were prized preciously than sparkling diamonds. This is a certain generation, you can survive without a heart. I wasn't aware for I'm a fragile youth living in the hearth of the city. I am the center, and I am the middle of the good and wicked. But I got aware, got involved, got informed, because of him. Him who mauled, shattered the innocent life of mine. Now I know that I had entered the world of reality. I lost my heart. Losing it was like breathing in space, unable to sense anything. You can only avail the mind that controls everything. It's hard to manage this realm of truth. I went to the doctors to engrave my ruined heart. After that replacement, I recalled the pain he gave me. It felt like we're oceans apart. That day was the day I can see colors despite all of the darkness around. I cherished the moment when I heard its beating sound. One life down.

But, one random nocturnal slumber, something crashing interrupted my dream. I wasn't awake nor conscious, only shuddering black themed ruled my delusion. Then, endless reticence spoke for a minute, I was shocked in confusion. It sounded like scurrying feet of rodents. Surprisingly, I'm all out of emotions. Numbed as a frost, lifeless as a wind. I dared to subject my eyes my eyes to the occurrence. Nothing. Just the obfuscated glow of my surroundings and the lazy stare of the moon. I smiled, but nothing stirred on me. There's no presence of energy as if I'm a drained battery. I knew there was a thief that stole my heart. My grandma said, "Someday, a man will teach you to trust people even though they make a fool out of you." I put faith on her sentence. Knowing there would be someone out there who will protect me from dangerous harm in his loving arm. So, I planted another heart on my chest. Two lives down.

Walking down on life's sorrowful trail was perfidious, but hey, since I found him, we were bewitched. Bewitched on each other's kindness. He fulfilled my grandma's prophecy. It's over. No more dreaming. Because the dream I dreamed is no longer dimmed. We were dancing in the white light of peace. As I glided onto him, something sharp and metal plunges in my back, more like an intenional jab. He betrayed me..Hoots of laughter trapped my ears forcing me to run. I'm such a loser. I lost three lives in total. There's no way I'm getting them back. Knowledge took place; emotions abandoned me.

And maybe that's the reason I am standing here on my grandma's funeral without feeling such grieve nor pain. All I have is her and she's gone. If I can just close me eyes, so nothing will matter anymore. Except me and her. No more lightning nor thunder. Only a butterfly and a flower. The dull sky was carrying tears. The only thing that I hold is her prophecy. And I'm about to let it go. Before I say the word 'goodbye', the rain drops in trickling pain. And suddenly, you came. You covered me on your feathers. I was cold, while you were warm. You're in white, while I was in black. You were smiling, while I was frowning. See, physically we're already opposite. But, I wasn't expecting we're going to be the same emotionally. Ever since I met you, I had my perfect reason to live.

I may not feel you, but I can't stop thinking about you. I may not laugh on your funny jokes, yet it's always my desire to giggle at them. I may not cry with you everytime you're sad, but I'm here to shelter you. I may, I may, obey whatever you say since the day you came the world isn't a game. Instead, it's a dark chocolate with me as your surprise center. This question popped when were stargazing. "Can I keep you?" I wanted to say yes so badly, but I don't want to hurt you so badly too. I remember that I can't love. I'd rather die than to wound your last heart. The last heart you've risked for you to love me. So I told you everything that separated us. This timing and the world against us. You just grinned, "No need. I have the solution." I was startled. My mind was oozing impossibilities. You offered a small box with an enigmatic object. I opened it quickly and saw it. They're not diamonds. It's the half of your heart. You spoke, "So you can feel again." You are surely the one. You're the prophecy. As you did the honors to put it on me, I stared at you. You were lively. In a matter of seconds, I realized that I love you. I now sense your love. And baby, a colossal YES to be with you. Reign of tears escaped my eyes. Then, you whispered my name with a romantic question, "Can I kiss you?" I didn't reply. I just nodded and chuckled and we've kissed.
Seema Sep 2017
Walking along the shores of a great ocean
Natures creativity witnessed in motion
The huge waves fall upon the closing reefs
People searching for treasures, greedy ocean thieves
Pearls, coral, fish, ocean creatures of all kinds
Scientist proved wealth underwater, a great find
But nature also has created deadly weapons
Only seen when unforeseen accidents happen
Devil's triangle, surprising whirlpool, a sinkhole
***** in everything within its perimeter hold
Stories I've heard once been told
Mysteries of places, from the pages, unfold
Every creature has its own world guarded
On land, air or underwater as regarded
Man stay on boarders to retain safety and peace
Ocean dwellers have open trenches for enemies to leap
Yet bold minded humans bypass such amenities
To takeover underwater world,
                         no matter how harsh the calamities
Lives lost, lessons learnt many
No one wants to learn from the past,
                         people hungry for ancient penny...

©sim
Jide Badmus Sep 2017
I want to
take a sip
of you;
slip through
the treasure gate
and locate pleasure spots.
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2017
Oh, blessed moments
Tiny joys among pure bliss
Sharing child wonders
© Poem by Lyn-Purcell.
Cné Sep 2017
Contemplate a teardrop,
and this is what I see.
A drop of moisture
from an irritation?
Some agree.

What is a teardrop made of,
just some water from a gland?
But brush it off and contemplate
the moisture on your hand.

It's also made of sorrow
or from pain that you may feel
A treasure of emotion
on your cheek
that might congeal

"Tears of happiness" are made
of joy or great suprise
That fall like rain in summer
from a pair of smiling eyes.

They course down cheeks in rivers
or collect on lashes there.
They form in silent puddles
when emotions are laid bare.

Tears are gems as precious
as a diamond that is mined
So do not take them lightly
if their origins you can't find.

They're made of things like music
that can make the heart take wing
Or how the soul can elevate
to hear an angel sing.
Just thinking
Inspired
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