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As comes the night
And the stars shine
We sit in our balcony
And switch on the fairy lights.
We talk all night long
And maybe banter in between,
A smile playing on our lips
Never seeming to disappear
Yet remaining unseen.
It's relatively cold
But we don't feel the chill,
Because our hearts are warm
And our eyes so bright,
That would dim even the moonlight.
I S A A C Apr 19
lizard on warm rocks
an artist in their paint-speckled smock
the wind carrying fallen flowers
jade eyes meet brown
chastity belt unbound
hours upon hours
spent in between the sheets
delicate, delectable, free
vanessa marie Apr 12
waking up to the birds chirping
the sun peeking through the trees
there really is no better feeling
than that of a soft spring breeze
I'm not Anne Mar 9
You always had that spark that would keep me warm.
But fire is dangerous, even if you don't play with it.
Allysa Jen Dec 2022
Christmas is the great pine tree;
With red and green boxes filled with glee.
Lights light up like stars so randomly.
Kids were good and didn't lie
"Santa, please give me a gift!" says Kai

The giggle of the children fill the streets.
People waiting for midnight fill the seats;
Filipino Spaghetti with a sauce so sweet,
With different fresh pastry for kids to eat.
Christ's birthday is such a treat.
"Christmas is a yellow filled room even as green and red graced the walls and the ornaments."

My teacher told us to give atleast 3 pairs of rhyming words, 3 figures of speech, 3 sound devices and 3 sensory imagery in our poem. Where do you think I put them??
Bipolar Poet Sep 2022
Called by the stars,
seven heavens knowing my name
Amongst the trumpets, and the angels praise
under a name of Grace. I am saved—unafraid,
paved lead by the golden streets of paradise
My body is no longer alive; just a husk bound
by the rules of earth. My spirit arise!

Heaven is warm, the skies bright
I lost my butterfly wings, caught plenty in
the net of time. These are the eagle wings I have now,
to rise to the presence of my Lord; lost in stars!
can i tell you a secret?
some days,
when the sky is at its darkest hue
and the clouds are a light gray-blue
and i write poetry.
it's all about you.
Why do I love you?
I think at times,
It's your smile or laugh,
And the way you hold my hand,
But maybe,
The biggest reason of all,
I love you because,
You remind me to love myself.
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