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Hamies May 2020
usually, i see you in my hallucinations
when i'm too high to think about reality
but now, i see you all the time

during sunday afternoons sitting next to me on the floor reading the old love letters you wrote me

standing next to the fridge watching me how i make myself a cup of coffee to taste something else besides the taste of your lips

at night, you're even laying next to me and you're smiling at me like you used to

&' even tho my bed sheets were washed endless times after you've laid with me on them, they still carry your fragrance

and every time you appear anywhere by me
i start talking to you
i tell you how much i've missed you
i try to admire you as long as i can
'cause i'm afraid that at some point
i stop imagining you
forget about your face
that some day you become a blurry memory
inside my head
and that even the drugs cannot bring you back

stay
please do not vanish from my hallucinations
it's the only thing i've left from you
Paul Butters May 2020
Inspiration to the nation
That’s what I’m all about.
Inspiration to the world,
That without a doubt.

I’m a Meerkat teaching the kids to forage
Something much juicier than porridge,
But I show everyone how to dream
Of better pastures
Full of honey and whipped cream.

Meerkats may have lookouts, nannies and fighters
But they are smart little blighters
Capable of vision
In spite of facing derision.

Imagination is the key
To shaking off our shackles
(Whatever they may be)
And running free.

Paul Butters

© PB 4\5\2020.
First a sleep, then a bath, to come up with this one.
Leah Apr 2020
Wanting to have your own space is like going to the dressing room to try on some new things to get a feel of what you like and what style is or you it’s all about being free..
No rules...
No looking back
Just being free

it’s just you’re starting to get the feeling of growth happening within yourself..
Just having pure freedom within yourself and that can make a person happy
That space is so fulfilling because your finally going to be at peace within yourself..
It just means your a step closer on reaching your main goal and that main goal is you. 💛 freemindedlee_
liakey Apr 2020
give me a number,
the appropriate label,
and compare me to the rest.

set me aside for a rainy day when you’ve exhausted through your list.

lets face it,
i’m just another: nothing more, nothing less.

everything i am to you
is that which you can see.

you simplify me down
to something for your frail mind read.

sometimes I wonder if this feeling is the voice of my own perceived inadequacy?
will someone ever really just love me for me?
Faiyaz Shahran Apr 2020
I've given up my sanity,
My soul, my vision, my sleep.

Oh dear love, tell me,
How can i give myself more to u
Waiting for her
There are no words for the love I have for you. An emotion I thought was familiar suddenly has become unfamiliar and brand new. If time were a language we could express I would know the words to paint such a masterpiece in my mind as beautiful as you. If the future could be told It would only spoil the time it takes to portray a life perfected spent with you. Although I have taken few moments to watch the sun rise I know none of them were as beautiful as the sparkle of life I see in your eyes every time i wake to look at you. You reach deep into my heart with every warm embrace. A place i reserved for company only such as you. Only in my wildest dreams would i ever have thought love was unsettling as I find I could never truly settle for anything less than you. If only my mind were as vast and spacious as the home my heart has built for you. You would know just how much I truly love being forever in love with you. ( your loving heart in and of Christ Jesus who saved us all so long ago)
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Bhill Apr 2020
Sitting in the midst of natural blessings in waiting
Waiting for the sun to bid farewell to the present day
A day spent in search of reasons
A day needing the kind of conclusion filled with beauty
Magnificence only nature can achieve
Preparing the answers that have been elusive
And then it happens
Glowing with mad eruptions of itself
Rays of emotions bursting out to share their message
Trying to explain what cannot be understood
The vision remains only seconds, the emotion will be forever
And then.... twilight arrived

Brian Hill - 2020 # 103
Always take time to see, hear, and appreciate natures beauty.
Michael R Burch Apr 2020
Reflections on the Loss of Vision
by Michael R. Burch

The sparrow that cries from the shelter of an ancient oak tree and the squirrels
that dash in delight through the treetops as the first snow glistens and swirls,
remind me so much of my childhood and how the world seemed to me then,
    that it seems if I tried
    and just closed my eyes,
I could once again be nine or ten.

The rabbits that hide in the bushes where the snowflakes collect as they fall,
hunch there, I know, in the concealing snow, yet now I can't see them at all.
For time slowly weakened my vision; while the patterns seem almost as clear,
    some things that I saw
    when I was a boy,
are lost to me now in my advancing years.

The chipmunk who seeks out his burrow and the geese now preparing to leave
are there as they were, and yet they are not; and though it seems childish to grieve,
who would condemn a blind man for bemoaning the vision he lost?
    Well, in a small way,
    through the passage of days,
I have learned some of his loss.

For, as a young boy I endeavored to see things most adults could not—
the camouflaged nests of the hoot owls, the woodpecker’s favorite spots.
But now I no longer can find them, nor understand how I once could,
    and it seems such a waste
    of those far-sighted days,
to end up near blind in this wood.

Keywords/Tags: reflections, loss, vision, childhood, eyesight, perceptiveness, acuity, age, aging, cataracts, blindness, days, years, decades, near-sighted, far-sighted



What the Poet Sees
by Michael R. Burch

What the poet sees,
he sees as a swimmer
~~~underwater~~~
watching the shoreline blur
sees through his breath’s weightless bubbles ...
Both worlds grow obscure.

Published by ByLine, Mandrake Poetry Review, Poetically Speaking, E Mobius Pi, Underground Poets, Little Brown Poetry, Little Brown Poetry, Triplopia, Poetic Ponderings, Poem Kingdom, PW Review, Neovictorian/Cochlea, Muse Apprentice Guild, Mindful of Poetry, Poetry on Demand, Poet’s Haven, Famous Poets and Poems, and Bewildering Stories
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