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Nazreen Nawi Feb 2016
Dear Mom,
You are awake when everyone are sleeping.
You are working when everyone are having a break.
And yet you are standing there with the brightest smile
Without the slightest hint of tiredness
I look up to you,
I adore you,
I love you.
Dear Mom,
Can i be like you?
So strong in body and will,
So caring for others,
So dependable to your family
Dear Mom,
Once again i tell you,
I love you.
ethan gaskill Jul 2018
i want to be
your vintage crooner for life
frank sinatra mixed with marvin gaye
with twenty-first century style
i'd greet you at the door with flowers
and be your chauffeur to wherever
you want to go i'll take you
there's no rush; we have forever
our life can feel like a movie
almost too good to be true
sooner or later you'll realize
i've always felt that way about you
galas and night dances and jet airplanes to france
would only be enjoyable if i'm holding your hand
i think that we could see our dreams
with our own awake eyes
so come and ride away with me
and we can have the time of our lives
whether sunday morning pancakes or a tuesday noontime lunch
breakfast in bed or a venice bistro will be equally fun
and if god takes us that far
i'd point to you when our daughter asks what a queen is
we could show our children how dedication
and compassion makes life feel like you're dreaming
and someday many years from now
when we have an empty nest
we'll remember the feature film of our romance
and decide that we did it best
The Iron Horse can still saddle this Coach,
Whose Extract nourishes the Children he trains:
One the Golden Girl; The Other a Hodge,
Transpose to the Miracle-Boy remains
Two-Scores-and-Four his Dedication baits,
Like Tunes based to emasculate them both
Here in the Pillow-Jungle Success does wait
Bending limbs into Sport; Then promotes their Growth
What Circus! Said the Lame Artist envine
Yet in Prayer begs him to join the Fray
He looked at his Pearls; And saw that they Shine
Which, suspend, trained his Boon-Dogs to obey.
Hence, to Devotion his Shoes retire
Partner and Career; In Big Thanks suspire.
Nitya May 6
You can call me a *****.
It’s not like I care,
You were the one who couldn’t
Let me go.
Cause I have dignity.
And apparently
YOU don’t

Here’s the thing,
I got no heart.
I will not give you
Cause I am Indian.
And you now the deal.
I have my own rules.
But the problem is,
YOU don’t listen.

You can be a
Try Hard.
But I will be a
Know It All
Cause see,
My problem is. You.
And soon yours will be.

I don’t want
To Care.
I don’t want
to be hurt. Once again.
I am just simply telling you.
Stay Away from Me.
I got this poem idea from one of my friends, so I decided to post it.
Johnny walker Dec 2018
I have never read a bad poem to me there's no
such thing, a person puts
pen to paper those words
are so Important to that
They want to be heard express their emotion and  feeling through words they write so Importantly are their words to themselves and especially to those who read
We all know of the great
Poets, but we sometimes forget the unsung poets those who write In between their working lives
Those who write In there spare time after arriving home from school, the mums and
Just the everyday guys In the street who write beautiful poetry expressing their feeling,
they are all so Important
to poetry writing and should be given recognition for their poetry
A dedication to poets of all walks of life you're ordinary
guys In the street the unsung
of poetry

This coup
A new nation
Loyal dedication
Its classification

‘Species procreation’
Prevents us from facing
A human cessation
selective mutation

It may help explaining
The reasons
But not the foundation
Or actions
We’re basing

A simplification
is “continuation”
A checkbox
left vacant
We’re chasing

We sweat
Eyes are gazing
A slight
In need of hydration
Complete excitation
Intense stimulation
Deep urges
Heart racing

By sensations

Unbounded fixation
Time no longer wasting

This capitulation
a Sanctification
****** gyrations
Hint of *******

The bedroom
Safe haven
For what
we are craving
Once out
and displaying

It all had been taken
Feeling vacant
Freed imagination
A resuscitation
Indulged depravation

A rhythm
we’re setting
The giving and getting
the bedding

All else I’m forgetting
with each other
Like entangled netting
on the same trip
In a unified heading

Now comes
the summation
A true
Smash all expectations

That lasts the duration
Loud gasp
We unlock

Filled with gratification
Written: July 8, 2018

All rights reserved.
Jewel Jan 9
How did I come to know you this way
I couldnt fathom what I was in for
I hope you're happy now you're mine like never before
You crashed into my world so I'm gonna crash into yours
It seemed like only yesterday I was just a little girl
Remember how use to dream and I still do
Dreams were where I first met you
I thought you would disappear as I grew
But that remains one sad goodbye I never had to use
Such is destiny such is to follow
Look at us we must've been shot by Cupid's arrow

Some nights my imagination runs  beyond wild
Sometimes l cant help letting go of my mind
I kiss the pen as I fantasize
Ready to make your mouth open in delight
I'm gonna keep you on your feet
When I'm happy I'm gonna have you dancing to my beat
When I'm angry I'll pierce you with misery so hard you'll bleed
When I'm hurt a river is all your eyes will see
When I'm in love I'll whisper words soft and sweet
When I feel passion you'll have to fan off the heat
I promise you a taste of everything coursing through me
I'm starving to create like thee almighty
Don't ponder or waste precious tears of sweat
Trust me I'll paint it so you won't forget
The many shades of this poet
I welcome feedback guys!
Glen Castillo Aug 2018

Kinalaban ko ang tadhana
Kinalaban ko ang luha
Kinalaban ko ang sakit
Kinalaban ko ang galit
Kinalaban ko ang lungkot
Kinalaban ko ang takot
Kinalaban ko ang antok
Kinalaban ko ang pagsubok
Kinalaban ko ang kahapon
Kinalaban ko ang bawat noon
Kinalaban ko ang oras
Kinalaban ko ang bawat panahon

                            Kinalaban ko ang mundo
                    Kinalaban kong lahat

© 2018 Glen Castillo
All Rights Reserved.
I wrote this poem, right after I finished watching ''MORE THAN BLUE''. Such a great movie.
Chicken Mar 9
A shiny sparkle
Cascades past my skull
In all of it's reflective glory

Just for a moment
I see a glimpse
Of the end of another story.

We have the cheek
All four of them to say
'We are but beautiful flowers'

And though blooms replicate
It is fair to say, we mankind
get far many more hours

So I dedicate this to the
Party Cannon
The DJ, and his Set

For all the accurate track ID's
and MP3's given
That I couldn't get.

For the outfits
and the stupidity
And that final surviving cassette.

To the doormen who did not
let me in, because
To reject was to protect.

To the friends who
Did not make it
Who chose too soon to change through death

Don’t think I’ll ever
Forget you
You’re also beating in my chest,


We are those shiny sparkles
That float past skulls
In all our glory

We are the moment
And we are the glimpse
Yet, we are never our story.
We never end :)
Johnny walker Jan 31
Helen a Johnny lived life to the full, did everything
the best that they
could always did the best for each
Shared every moment together with no matter what or how difficult because of the love for each other
Although now she gone her memories live on
through the poems, I write  and nothing can ever break the spirit of Helen And Johnny
Although gone her memory lives on through the poems
of my darling I wright
Johnny walker Feb 28
There were times I felt almost down and out beaten Into submission by world that  was determined not to let me
Bought me to my knees to the point of praying, something I'd never done before or even thought of
Someone heard my prayer for I was sent Angel who
then became my wife to
For I had married an Angel
who answered my prayer
when my pride and self esteem had almost
For twenty this Angel who had saved never left my
side till one day Heaven called
She had to leave for her time here on earth was over and she had to go there will not be another
But she came back one In a dream to say her good bye she  stood and smiled so
sweetly said she was
Then turned toward a light
shinning so bright turning one last time before disappearing into the
My Angel had returned back
to Heaven from where she had answered my prayer
Her time on Earth was over my Angel had flown back to
This poem a dedication to my wife Helen part truth part dreams
and part fantasies but all seemed
real to me
Emily Nov 2018
Starting to think I'm flawed.
Incapable of being your one and only.
I don't deserve the dedication.
Loyalty is a figment of my imagination.
You say you'll love me no matter what,
but I don't want your love if we're not building
or leading towards something important.
I don't want your love if there's another girl that feels like she has it too.
Your words have no foundation when your actions don't match.
Your inconsistency is driving me crazy.
What is love if not breaking down walls,
The wall of trust,
The wall of insecurities,
The wall of self.

What is love if not giving,
A piece of yourself,
A piece of your heart,
A piece of your soul.

What is love if not sacrifice,
The sacrifice of time,
The sacrifice of dedication,
The sacrifice of ego.

What is love if not showing weakness,
To have your heart laid out on the table,
Entrusting your insecurities to a stranger,
To have your soul attached to another.

What is love if not all this and more.
Remind me again love,
What was our situation?
Was it effervescent love,
Or a hostage negotiation?

;Dedication defined: "The way I looked at you even in our worst moments"
What is, Stockholm Syndrome?
To the inspired.
To the believers.
To the soul searchers.

To those who never gave up.
To those struggling but puts a smile to brighten up others day.
To those who still believes in love despite the bitterness in this world.

To everyone who sees beauty in the chaos.
To everyone who fought for the rights of others.
To everyone who sheltered the homeless and the poor.
To everyone who accepts everyone despite the color, differences and faith.

To you,

Thank you. Cheers.
SelinaSharday Feb 2018
IS THERE A y.o.u!

Confidently waiting
Confidently hiding. comfortably chilling..
waiting On Nothing but Y.U.O to come along..
I'm relaxing in a tub filled with caressing roses.
Me soothingly preparing me!..
Enjoying me and this time getting to enjoy this new me and
who I've come to be.
Working with dedication, personally I'm sure your relating.
As your working On you too. And laboring hard day after day.
I'm not wasting this time till we are found.
Love waiting to unfold.
Its wanting to be released and be yours to keep and hold..
I'm here and sometimes I do feel that lonely.
Knowing your not holding..Me!
Yet I am enjoying this new Me!
I'm confidently enjoying.
I have my family and my friends and them I'm enjoying.
But can't wait to laugh and smile and be loved by Y.O.U.
Wondering thinking of what would it be like to touch on Y.O.U.
You..You.. You.. Feel the touch of you..
In my heart sometimes I have conversation with Y.O.U.
Thinking what If I never be found by you.
Then I'll be content to live imaginatively with you.
My perfected Y.O.U. Soul mate in you..Perfect for me kinda you.
Blessed to be tapping my fingers musically because of you.
Desiring.. confidently praying.. silently hoping there is this Y.O.U!
By SelinaSharday S.A.M. TM 2018
waiting on H.I.M THE most compatible love..
Hunter Taylor Feb 14
please excuse my miscommunication
I didn't need it growing up
all I needed was the consistent dedication
to escape from where I was

please look past my fragile heart
it grew in place of the stone
I don't care about my emotionless art
by to lose the few hits solid bone

reprieve the foundation I can never find
stability was never my forté
I seek instead for a solid state of mind
or at least that's what I claim

forgive me for my transgressions
they were not meant in vain
I don't live up well to expectations
I only thinly mask their blame
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