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 Apr 2017 ThePoet
GaryFairy
i don't need you to dream about me
nightmares will do just fine
as long as you don't live without me
as long as i stay on your mind
 Mar 2017 ThePoet
Silverflame
Lying on the beach,
it's getting darker each time you blink.
Hear the colorful explosions up high,
the sky is in chaos, don't you think?

Forget what I told you,
leave those words to the tide.
The stars are peaking through,
my ignorance is wild and wide.

A handful of white rocks,
you smile like a maniac.
Breathing out hoaxes,
while I play piano on your back.

The fireworks stopped,
you gave me black rocks.
My blanket was made for two,
yet another startling paradox.
This is absolutely crazy. I can't believe my poem was chosen as a daily. Especially not when I know there are so many other, way more talented, poets on this site who deserve it way more than I do. But I thank you all of you, from the bottom of my heart, for reading, liking and the nice comments you leave. It means the absolute world to me! :) <3
 Feb 2017 ThePoet
Gidgette
Gimps
 Feb 2017 ThePoet
Gidgette
All we "writers" "poets"
Walk with a limp
Have a thorn in our side
We're a collective gimp
And in our words, hide
Yet, bare all
Our souls, hearts, scars
Our memories, call
Observationists, we are
Feeling too much,
Feeding on ours, and others, scars
We, are watchers of, life
The good, the bad,
love and strife
We watch the happy, The sad,
All heaven and hell, knows
We're all "mad"
And it shows
Is this bad?
No
It's what we are
We all walk with a limp
 Feb 2017 ThePoet
GaryFairy
gravity
 Feb 2017 ThePoet
GaryFairy
I can feel the gravity
savage sadness grabbing me
like a stabbing agony
panicking heartbeat rapidly

like a drastic atrophy
the tapestry of travesty
applicable calamity
catastrophe is my canopy

the faculty of tragedy
with no strategy for amnesty
the laxity of sanity
I can feel the gravity
 Feb 2017 ThePoet
brandon nagley
shukraan, for showing selflessness in a land of selfishness; and self wants. Thou art a soul, wandering alone, with the blood of a friend who seeks the unknown. As sadly woe constructs thy face.

Shukraan, mayest God almighty send thee his grace; when thou feelest no taste of love in thy mouth.

Shukraan, wherever mine friend thou shalt go, please know an ear thou hath here; to always lend it's hearing, and a soul to connect to for
Grasp and understanding.

Shukraan, thou art a ray from the wonderful creator, let not the world hook thee in its filth and vague papers, for the beauty is not outside; but in.

Shukraan, Shukraan mine poetic friend, show affection to woman and man, be thee the best thou canst; let not dark overtake thee, but let the light be thy own shadow.

Shukraan, dear Sarah, if seek God he shalt win all thy battles, none more tears or the morrows wherein fears art the normal; but where mercy, peace, joy, and happiness art the new.

Shukraan, mine friend;
Shukraan to thou O'
ploome.

©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poets poetry
©Sarah ahmed birthday dedication (aka Thepoet)
shukraan: means thank you in arabic.
Thou:you.
Art(archaic) for are.
Mayest:may.
Thee:you.
Feelest:feel.
Thy:your.
Mine: my.
Hath): have.
Canst:can.
None: no.
Morrows: tomorrow's.
Wherein: in which.
Ploome: this is a word I created. ( its pronounced as plume, ) it means a woman who thinks she has nothing, and fears for tomorrow, though all the answers she really seeks are right in.her reach, though she ignores them. As the answers have been there all along.


Happy birthday dearest poet and friend Sarah ahmed I wanna thank you for always being there for me in good bad happy and sad and always uplifting me in my times of sorrow. Thank you Sarah for always being a true friend and showing true caring poet..shukraan Sarah ahmed.
 Feb 2017 ThePoet
r
Sometimes at night

asleep by the firelight

I dream about them

how they died

some are singing

and others saying what

they no longer see

walking fencelines

limping as if in pain

some of them handsome

and some mysterious

silent but not

for long they tell you

men scarcely know

how beautiful fire is

and old stories

they can't remember

unless you can

still look them in the eye.
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