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 Oct 2017 Vani j
Pagan Paul
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O' Maiden of the Garden, still thy flowery swing.
Inhale dawns fresh dew, as birds take to wing.

Glide casual across the grass and dainty moss,
pause quaint, gently pick a white rose for thy hair.
Shed a tear and cry for thy saddest love lost,
walk through the mist and float away in the air.

And seated 'pon thy flowery swing,
in quiet and soft repose,
draped so nonchalant until Spring,
the silent ghost of a rose.



© Pagan Paul (10/10/17)
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Part 1 of 'Rose' trilogy.
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 Oct 2017 Vani j
Jazeera
Once upon a time,
There was a girl
Who met a Shakespeare
They were from different places
With the same passion, poetry.

She was hopeless, until now
He was all set for a bright life.
She walked in darkness
Then,he filled with light.
She had fallen once
Now he's there for a hand.

He was her Shakespeare
she loved his every lines.
He welcomed her into his world
The world of outstanding poetry.

she felt her ship has anchored
After a long journey in the Pacific.
Thought of writing a poem for my Shakespeare
 Oct 2017 Vani j
Ryan Holden
Deep down I know this path was chosen for me, whether I play with cards and deal myself a new deck, or if I decorate my life with glitter.

I know what ever has happened has gone - put behind the curtains and closed for no one to see again.

Then even as the stars burn completely across the sky like drips of lava onto the icy surface, one by one descending into the faded night.

We still search for the sky that once was - but remember the coldest nights in December, were only made for us to hold each other close.

We remembered the only stars that we needed were in each other's eyes the whole time - only to glisten once more.

Knowing I would fight for you until my dying breath - whether you want me too or not, because you've already stole all of the air from my lungs - snatching at the last sharp piece of air I had to offer.

You pulled me into a vortex of uncontrollable emotions - and I fear I will spiral out of control as I don't know what to do.

But oh how I've forgotten what it was like - to be switched off from the irony of social media, and to talk the hours away like we didn't have enough.  

The laughter that's trapped inside our stomach - alongside the excitement of knowing the ins and outs of each other's purest souls.

Knowing I have you to dine, knowing I have you as mine.

knowing our souls are one design, written in horoscope sign.

All of these little things you seem to do, stealing my heart like a crime.

Makes me remember why, I fell the first time.
 Oct 2017 Vani j
Seema
Be Gone
 Oct 2017 Vani j
Seema
The pains gone
Tho my heart is torn
Tears have dried
Feelings have died
My eyes shut
Yet you haunt my mind
I will forgive you, but
You're not a deserving kind
Deleted your memories from my phone
Faults were not equally my own
The insanity has creeped up my sleeve
When you called up on new years eve
Same old lies repeating everytime
Like a vivid poem forced to rhyme
Life without you -- I can live on
It's better you stay where you are -- be gone
Wasted enough of my precious moments
See now, am suffering from a prone torment
I will be fine once my mind calms down
A good therapy -- ears blast with sound...


©sim
 Oct 2017 Vani j
Mohd Arshad
Sift
 Oct 2017 Vani j
Mohd Arshad
All people are soft,
Only you are hard,
So all are harder.
 Oct 2017 Vani j
Em MacKenzie
The broken man can not feel,
no, the broken man can not heal.
The broken man creates a child,
and leaves it defenseless in the wild.

The broken man does not care,
no, the broken man is never there.
The broken man is built to roam,
after he destroys your home.
He'll put your life upon a shelf,
yes, the broken man only loves himself.
The broken man has no voice,
ignoring common sense with every choice.

It's his world, it's his life,
you've been hurled, for his wife.
It's his plan, it's his goals,
the broken man leaves broken souls.

The broken man just lives for fun,
he believes he is the only one.
The broken man is always dazed,
and believes his family is not phased.
The broken man cares much for wealth,
but still he only loves himself.
The broken man is my father,
and I don't wish to be a broken daughter.

It's his world, it's his life,
he’s got pearl, I’ve got strife.
It's his clan, filled by holes,
the broken man leaves broken souls.

The broken man does not feel,
no, the broken man will always steal.
The broken man creates a child,
and the broken man has never smiled.
The broken man cares not for health,
but he'll always only love himself.
The broken man is my father,
because of the mother I miss; he forgot her.

It's his world, it's his life,
you've been hurled, for his wife.
It's his plan, it's his goals,
the broken man leaves broken souls.
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