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Lopz Mar 2016
You
You and I
I remember the days
when I could say that.
All the promises we made,
now broken due to each others
stupidity.
Love had found us and we
believed but somehow faded
away.
You were my only friend and when
I lost you ,there was nothing.
If you came back I would take you,
but don't think we'd be the same.
See I love you but, I really need
to know one thing.
Do You?
For those who have been here before this ones for you.
dream Mar 2016
When you came, there was no one to blame
Then thought it was a game, but surely it wasn't JUST a game
I was disappointed and frustrated
Can't determine how to win
Can't determine how not to lose

How to win your heart
And how not to lose it once I have it
But then I realized I can't be a winner
And I can't be a loser

Realization that I can't win cause you didn't let me join this game--
And I won't lose anything cause I can't have you

You won't let me have you
Caroline Grant Mar 2016
This is a thing, a thing of which can never stop
This is it; this is what we are up against
This is what we use – we are the user
It is the used
We have a thing we call a mind
A house – a smile, a forgotten memory
Something that has eyes, ears and a personality
Of which we use to a certain extent
Then we stop.
Nara S Mar 2016
At first
We started as Strangers
Then Acquaintances
Friends? Best Friends?
Finally ended up as Lovers
That is the stage we went.

Oh
Apparently that was not the end
Somehow we fought
And how we started,
I am sure we both lost it
I have to look back
Or look up to remember it.

But the eeriest thing was
When we parted
We didn't get pass through
Best Friend, Friend, Acquaintance,
We went straight as
Strangers, again.
What hurt the most
When Love shatters.
None can do anything
Because the pieces are too small,
They can slip through
Needle's eye
But
It was always our eyes
That find themselves hurt the most
Again
Always.
dream Mar 2016
Now
He admired me
But I was scared

He's loving me
But I'm doubting

The way he talks to me
The way his lips parted and smiled
I drowned and now
I **cried
Ekemini Nelson Mar 2016
When God at first made man,
Having a glass of blessing standing by,
Let us (said He) pour on him all we can:
Let the world's riches,which dispersed lie,
Constract into a span.

So strength first made a way;
The beauty flowed,then wisdom,honour,pleasure:
perceiving that alone of all His treasure
Rest in the bottom lay.

For if I should (said He)
Bestow this jewel also on my creature,
He would adore My gifts instead of Me,
And rest in Nature,not the God of Nature:
So both should losers be.

Yet let him keep the rest,
But keep them with repining restlessness:
Let him be rich and weary,that, at least,
If goodness lead him not, yet weariness
May toss him to My breast.
The pulley is written by George Herbert one of my favourites classic poet,The pulley is a recommended poem for JAMB in literature syllabus......I feel honored to share his poem on my page.

Summary
The poet makes his readers feel the psychology of God in the the creation of man.God has offerred everything to man,which he desires.But God being the supreme power keeps man unders His control by not giving him the most noteworthy thing,which is ''Rest''.

Themes
1,)The Plan and prank of God,in
the creation of man.
2,)God's role in man's trouble.
NeroameeAlucard Mar 2016
Politics is easily the world's greatest circus
The only difference is the popcorn is your own
And that isn't cotton candy being spun my friends watching at home

But I usually don't discuss politics in my poems
But this election cycle is really pushing me to weigh in
Can we really just present some common sense this election?

Now, one thing a lot of candidates seem to lack is empathy
It's pathetic because if you hold public office your decisions affect the majority, not just a sect you see

But who am I voting for?
Well that's my business not yours.
Although I will say if he does get elected
We may see change by the score
Laken Cooper Mar 2016
We are the poisoned youth.
Poisoned words, for making someone feel better
Poisoned eyes, for seeing lies but doing nothing
Poisoned ears and mouth, for staying quiet even if we heard something that can make change
Poisoned hands, for doing everything just to be the best even if it's wrong
Poisoned hearts, as we try to love the wrong person and it gives us pain
and poisoned minds, when we believe in lies
Again, we are the *poisoned youth.
Read poisoned youth somewhere and came up with this.
Menelik Mar 2015
With my eyes closed I'd let my hands roam across your skin, reading all your goosebumps like braille.
I'd listen to your body telling me how to respond, speaking with my hands in case my tongue and lips fail.

Nonverbal conversations because actions speak louder, and conversations getting crazy in these late hours.
Speaking yet not speaking. Kisses are breathtaking. Touching. Squeezing. Holding a conversation.

Nervous? I'm searching but i'm still uncertain. Think you can make this heart fulfill its purpose?
Beneath the surface I'm imperfect. Yet on the surface still imperfect. It makes no difference if we pull these curtains.

Let's leave them closed then and stay here. Lay here. Say we're in a race here, but i'm not tryna finish first...

Pillow talk and under covers with these conversations. Before I hit a home run i cover all my bases. ;)
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