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M Vogel Jan 7

They take into themselves,  living water
from the vine strip that love brought to them  from
the canopy's Gathering--
from the passing storm of the lair, in Stratus

And behold, they are unafraid,  
     these thirsty-ones--

these cohesively-vibrating, pre-feathered cygnets
these illustrious,  winged smolts-- 

                              stream-drawn,     
              ­              ocean spawned.

Their wings: give flight?    No, not quite;
(though for an eternity  they have flown.)

And ever since love,   its been known
ever evolving,   they are..

         yet never  fully grown--

The Living water
keeps them stretching,   reaching..
yearning,  for  a  wind


        that will give their hearts a home,
                                             seed-sown.

yearning,  these thirsty ones..
these most excellent, excellent birds..
https://youtu.be/Urizi67SAjo

I see pictures of people
I see pictures of people

xoxo
preston Dec 2020

These rocks--
round,  not suitable for skipping
centuries of rolling along
the stream's flow--  all
the edges ground smooth
in the most ancient of ways.

These ones making walking difficult--
when one rock doesn't fit well with others
it rolls
and shifts;  not
wanting to find its   place
with the other rocks, making
footing unsure--       unstable.

I see this one;  there--
unconcerned with the fit.
It
has an edge or two--
   still..
as of yet  not ground smooth.
It stands out--  not
for the safety of step it can provide,
but for it's utter uniqueness--

               a stone like no other;
     with it's almost chosen-rough edges.

I want that one-- right there.

                         That one.

Maria Mitea Sep 2020
full of light is the sun

when bowing down

behind the hills

where feathery flowers

wait for burning its gold

waves of colours faint

in the evening light

and hope scents

the land growing wild

in the flushing breeze

dancing each stem

in its own delicacy
Poetic T Sep 2020
We are on a marble
                Of finite cracks.

Let us not be the ones,
     To shatter the purity

That holds the uniqueness
   Of every thing together.
Z May 2018
she had a heart
that could light up the sky
she had a smile
that would brighten the gloom
on a winters morning
she had the laugh
that could remove all your worries
she had the will
To stand up for what is right

but she hid her beauty
beneath scarves and long sleeved shirts
covered for everyone not to see
that behind those mask and clothes
is an angel, too fragile for this world

her beauty remained hidden
until i told her what she had
that i appreciated her no matter what
even with flaws that she really never had

on that day she pondered and learned
that not everything is judged by the outside
Mazen Edlibi Feb 2020
I’m Failure!

She said that with a shining crystal tear in her eyes…

She broke my silence!

Shrinking in her bed, hiding her face, with a tear which killed my strength and toughness… I felt naked.. felt I have no power to make her safe!

Like a little child, eager to have that warm hug, that safe hug, that secure corner… and She broke my boundaries with world I don’t belong to….

Did she saw me how I see and feel her!

Did she felt how she had my back safe and my feelings secured!

Did she realized how stabilized our time and life together!

You didn’t fail me!

You didn’t hurt me!

You didn’t make me feel tired!

On the Opposite….

You did let me feel my humanity…my worthness…my existance…my signature…myself!

And after all that you are saying “I’m A Failure”

You can feel Sad..You can feel Pain…You can feel Disappointed …. You have the right to be Human!  And we will still experience Sad, Pain, Disappointment beside other things however we didn’t Quit… we didn’t Surrender… we still in the Arena that we created and will create and that we will keep creating together and with each other.

Be who you are and don’t be a shame of showing your uniqueness… your worthiness…showing how treasure you are for me…

With love..with admiration..with humble I tell you…you are Enough!
For the one who makes me feel the true of who I am
Tommy Randell Sep 2019
I have never wanted to be
The reflection in someone else's mirror

This mathematician of certainty
This philosopher of doubt
This Poet of things that sing to me
This friend that doesn't bail out

Being who I am, being what I do,
That unique hailstone in the storm

This fixer of stuff that is broken
This hugger of things that need loving
This gentleman who holds doors open
This trier who always does something

I want to puzzle out truths
About myself Good or Bad

This optimist about people
This parent who adores creativity
This believer opposites can be equal
This sceptic who views religion as bigotry

I want to be the Me who has never been
We are born that way after all

This denier of the concept of democracy
This child of 20th century hypocrisy
This practitioner of family geometry
This orphan of two alcoholic's destiny

That someone no one else could ever be
I want to make his footprints
The scent of
uniqueness
It's magical
symphony
Fades
With the blink
Of an eye
The way happiness is snatched from us
The way freedom is snatched
Colm Jun 2019
Calling you
You
Calling me
Me
Is like saying your smile is unique because of teeth
You are, yet you are not, unique
lunademiere Apr 2019
touch me with your human eye and die,
swirling hallucinations change the thought into unsheathed spell,
petals of vows kneeled into temptation,
the force of the Goddess alleviates the pain of mankind,
deaths after mountains of deaths,
come spirits of the Earth,
I clean and purify your prayers,
today you will succeed beyond your terror,
come feed yourself with virtues from above,
grapes, peaches, roses of the night.
My Book 'Goddess Of Divinity' will be out soon.
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