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Mia Sadoch Aug 2018
Love is ungendered.
This feeling's beauty
Is its universality.
It's the only thought on everyone's mind.

I'm happy to be
Swept away by this world's essence
Its meaning is union
The union of the people and the soul.


I sometimes look back at my life and see how I really was never unloved or alone. I'm so very grateful, and hope you feel the same. If not, remember that you only see darkness because you used to see light.
Sean Jun 2018
I want to find love
Be underneath a woman like a dove
Fluttering free
Escaping humility
Trusting something
Not eternity
Just having a place
To be
Forever
Never had love...
Glenn Currier Jun 2018
She looks into my eyes
as if searching for my feelings
for a hint of my disposition today
can’t she tell by the softness of my voice
the sweet things I say
can’t she sense my love  
in these moments together
or
are we both really alone
and this union a figment?

It is as if she is wondering
in her little mind behind her amber eyes
what it is like being human
as I wonder what is like being feline.
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
"May her ******* satisfy you."


******* were made to feed the
seed that grows in a woman's
womb, born between a couple's
love.

                                                                     When the seed has finally
                                                                      sprouted, they drink the
                                                                      milk of the mother to help
                                                                      their growth.

The beauty of a woman is to carry life
The beauty of *** is to make new life
The beauty of ******* is to strengthen
that life

                                                                          Not for your filthy mind.
                                                                         Why would you hate on a
                                                                          mother strengthening her
                                                                          child?
                
A life that a man helps to create.

                                Must everything be sexualized?
First off, thank you everyone for liking my poem, They May But They Won't.
I saw it was trending and I was so excited! I literally jumped from having 65 followers to 75! That was crazy! I'm super grateful for the comments and the support! I'm becoming more confident in my skills as a poet, knowing there are such wonderfully supportive people on HelloPoetry! You guys are awesome!

Secondly, this poem is dedicated to an incident I witnessed today. Some teenage boys were mocking a mother for breastfeeding her child. I was so angry but several women and men stood up for her, and the boys were kicked out! I approached the woman and we had a brief conversation about it. I don't get why people hate on such a natural thing. That's what women's ******* are for! You can give a baby formula but nothing beats breast milk! The boys attitude towards it was absolutely disgusting! So ******* are only used to attract and can only be playthings now? Anyone who has that mentality seriously needs to grow up!

I'm a young person with an old-soul. Fitting! ^.^
So, this poem is dedicated to all mothers everywhere, specifically breastfeeding mothers. I know how much of a strain breastfeeding can be (I'm 22 and my mother never lets me live it down loool) but still, people shouldn't be hating on this natural act, just like ***. *** is a beautiful act but in this day and age...you know, I'm not gonna get into this now! Maybe later.

Thank you everyone, really!
I'm super grateful.
Be back soon!
Lyn ***
Mark Wanless Apr 2018
"You Are My Mother"

You are my mother again
And again i am yours in return
Through cyclic return we are motion
Entwined without moving from formless
We form a clear union of mirrors
Eternally holding the image
Of each of the wavelets rebounding
From edges of cosmos created
By selves of the sentient beings
That wander and wonder forever
Till bursting to light
MINDLESS HOARDS WALKING THE HALLS,,,,,,MY MOTHER ,,,,,HUANITY
Johnny Noiπ Feb 2018
I confess, without shame, I am sick
and tired of fighting—its glory is
all moonshine; even success
the most brilliant is over dead
and mangled bodies, with the
anguish and lamentations of distant
families, appealing to me for sons,
husbands and fathers; tis only those
who have never heard a shot,
never heard the shriek and groans
of the wounded and lacerated that cry
aloud for more blood, more vengeance,
more desolation
William Tecumseh Sherman (February 8, 1820 – February 14, 1891) was an American soldier, businessman, educator, and author. He served as a general in the Union Army during the American Civil War (1861–65), for which he received recognition for his outstanding command of military strategy as well as criticism for the harshness of the "scorched earth" policies he implemented in conducting total war against the Confederate States. -wikipedia
Coventore Feb 2018
I have been here so many times,
Experienced many falls and many primes.
I am merely a visitor, a player, in this game,
Here for a while before I shed my face and name.

But I play this game, and I do not play alone.
I know of people from the Aether; my true home.
They had come with me, but first I remember none,
Of who they are in this game, and where have they come and gone.

But our hearts will always bring us back to,
Each other's embrace, those words are true.
A wise man said that love is forever.
Past this life and beyond, we've been together.

When we find each other, we would rejoice,
For our union is beyond a mortal body's choice.
But I feel sorrow for the day of my soul's return,
To this place, and forget them for one more turn.

My dear family of soul and heart,
Please hear me now before we part.
I love you all, my words are too true.
I'm glad we've united. me and you.

I hope one day, when our lessons are done,
When we drop this video game to finally have fun.
I wish to explore infinity and beyond,
With you, until stars come and gone.

Thank you, my soul family...
Those people I have known in this life and in countless lives long since passed... I have to wonder how we've met in the Aether. I have to wonder what true glory we could achieve together. But for now, in this mortal coil, I am thankful that I have you. In this mortal coil, I am glad to call you my soul family.
Eureka Merton Dec 2017
Today,

A day to be held
by steady arms of love.
To relax - belly, forehead, toes.
To wiggle under blankets
As fingers intertwine.

Singing softly
a song of Life Eternal, as the
silky dream of innocence
Transcends into This.

Fireworks of wonder burst
in sky of pink and gold strokes but soon
turn to a dull blush
in the sight of true Loves embrace

Steady. Present. Holding.

Twin Souls caressing the moment
cosmic gazes meet
Lips pull to each other in
Tenderly they touch,
Opening to taste ever deeper
existence, unashamed.

You feel closer now,
Yet inside
We know
The heavens have already
Declared us
One.
Star BG Nov 2017
A grand thing it is to have a union
with another poet.
One who feels the volcano of expressive words
meant to be shared.
To consummate a ****** page with words
offering a map of feelings for a readers eyes.

A grand thing it is to have a dancing partner
as another poet.
One who knows the need to release words
for theirs and others benefit.
To expand the heart and let the flow of visions
move across field of page.

A grand thing it is to have a gift
like that of another poet.
One whose guidance dictates
to make verses like string of pearls.
To vibrate poems birthed that become a living entity.

A grand thing it is to have a union
with another poet,
where distance has no consequences.
And love fills the void.
Inspired by chat with Mongi
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