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Alyssa Underwood Sep 2017
Only One
can bear the
monstrosity
of our hearts'
defects and
devotion
~~~

"'Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For My yoke is easy and My burden is light.'"
~ Matthew 11:28-30

"My soul finds rest in God alone;
    my salvation comes from Him.
He alone is my rock and my salvation;
He is my fortress, I will never be shaken...
Find rest, O my soul, in God alone;
my hope comes from Him...
Trust in Him at all times, O people;
    pour out your hearts to Him,
    for God is our refuge."
~ Psalm 62:1-2,5,8

"Cast all your anxiety on Him because He cares for you."
~ 1 Peter 5:7

~~~

'epic' version:
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/1923285/a-weight-on-each-shoulder/

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Alyssa Underwood Jul 2016
Only One
can bear the
monstrosity
of our hearts'
defects and
devotion
~~~

"'Come to Me, all who are weary and
heavy-laden, and I will give you rest.
Take My yoke upon you and learn
from Me, for I am gentle and humble
in heart, and you will find rest for
your souls. For My yoke is easy
and My burden is light.'"
~ Matthew 11:28-30

"My soul finds rest in God alone;
    my salvation comes from Him.
He alone is my rock and my salvation;
He is my fortress, I will never be shaken...
Find rest, O my soul, in God alone;
my hope comes from Him...
Trust in Him at all times, O people;
    pour out your hearts to Him,
    for God is our refuge."
~ Psalm 62:1-2,5,8

"Cast all your anxiety on Him
because He cares for you."
~ 1 Peter 5:7

***
'epic' version:
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2513178/a-weight-on-each-shoulder/

~~~
DivineDao May 2016
Your paws are comforting.
Furry forhead leans on my arm,
and strokes me in a cute cat caress.

You highlight my after noon, highten
my senses, you open your closed eyes, rising your friendly head, giving me one long stearn glance, which I capture directly and take it within my main focus, melting a bit, forgetting the world and its ***** duties.

Absorbing your shimmering love, your momentary devotion and reciprocal adoration: I thank you, beauty-eyed-cat! Thank you, cosmos, for this magic-meow-pal! For all of them!

Then you swirl and spin around me,
and wager upon the books on my right bedside.
Not appealing much, from the cuddly, resting point of view: hard and edgy are their corners.

When your purrs finaly find the nearness by my left hip, your puffy tale starts swaying up and down in a content slow motion.

I gently grab your lynx-like ear and shake your elegant head; most lovingly, whispering silly little things, only you and I would understand.
Books on the right:
- "Song of the Deer"
- "The Mastery of Love"
- "Eat, love, pray"
- "Indian fairytales and legends"
Nicole Alyssia Aug 2017
each time the wind shifts;
and you
have another
change of heart
the pain always lays
somewhere in between
incredulity and incapability

          i can’t decide which
          end of the spectrum
          hurts more.
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.
Umi Mar 2018
To its mistresses wish, the blade dances through till she has been pleased, leaving a mess by engraving the scars of death as a mark, Alike a shadow she does not crack, cavorting a masacre of cruelty,
Berserking she follows the orders, shedding blood in fountains of death and misery without chance for this rage to stop without order,
Emotionless, cold, time is for her to stop moving when her ****** devotion consumes her entirely, swaying in the dark, destroying,
Tortured with true or false everyone disappears, time flows again,
A phantom glides over the sea of blood, in a mist, scarlet red,
Observing this would cause a riot of emotions to rage in pure fury,
Her name already burnt away, as a new one was given to her after this rumpus had found its peak, leaving the mistress in bliss, joy,
Watching their attemps to flee as they reach their dying moments,
Until those who get to close have perished, nobody and nothing left,
Cricling karma surely will catch them, after this sacrifice is done,
Warm blood melts the left over snow, laughter echos and reverbrates through the unending seeming night, bells ring, it is only midnight.
In the end her loyalty and efforts, her energy and love for her mistress
Are but a ****** devotion

~ Umi
sharpcastuser Nov 2011
The moment when we met
All my sins washed away
You forgave all my debts
The moment when we met
To receive your love, I wept
Like rapture on Judgment Day
The moment when we met
All my sins washed away

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PrttyBrd Oct 2014
Thick skin falls in pieces
To reveal a molten liquid center
A beauty never gazed upon by another
A glow of heat and pain and ...love
Hidden from prying eyes
Kept safe from strangers and "loved ones" alike
Permanent fists grip tightly
As the center boils hot upon its release
And a trickle becomes a flood
In the right hands...

In the right heart
The stiff grip loosens
And new skin, soft and supple
Replaces the old
Stronger than one could have imagined
Sweeter than one could hope
A butterfly against the odds
And a struggle ends in .....**love
100914
For that sweet one, the one no one else can truly see.
Lucius Furius Jun 2018
(After Edna St. Vincent Millay’s poem by the same title)                                    

Love is not all. It is not meat nor drink
nor slumber nor a roof against the rain.
In the beauty of sunlight falling on water,    
love is hardly a major factor.                                          
It cannot stop a bullet
or lift a crashing plane
-- or make a stopped heart beat again.
Yet people are killing themselves
even as we speak, for lack of love alone.
It may well be under pain of torture,
starving/dying of thirst,
tested by want past resolution's power,
I'd strike a bargain:
a cup of water for a different life,
a life without memory of you and our children;
I'd trade our love for food. It may well be.
I do not think I would.
Hear Lucius/Jerry read the poem:  humanist-art.org/old-site/audio/SoF_066_love_is_not_all.MP3 .
This poem is part of the Scraps of Faith collection of poems ( https://humanist-art.org/scrapsoffaith.htm )
Umi Mar 2018
Urges through the night, a blade dancing with its mistress, discarding what has summoned up in her way alike a ****** crazed devotion,
Scarlet tears make their way down her cheek, washing the sand off as the pillars around begin to collapse alike cards one by one at the time,
Phantoms rage as a pure flower appears to commence blooming,
The warped moon embraces the shadows of such fools as it rises,
Actions with not much meaning seek their rampage as the battle field becomes frail and soulless through this sleepless night of lunacy,
When the flood of realisation arrives she will be swept away unlike the wise who make a more solid, stadfast decision. How trecious,
Does she want to take a dance with this cruel world she rampages on, are her ideals fitting for this battle she is about to win for now,
Drenched in blood and impurities of her work, her mind remains pure, innocent, not even sweating one thought to the consequences,
Mercy nor compassion are unlikely to be granted in this darkening realm, not to her dancing knife or her lunatic ****** devotion,
Time is moving, as she sacrafices her soul for her actions,
Taking another dance in this distorted dark

~ Umi
JS CARIE Mar 9
At the same time of year
cold winds bite down and continue to blow
my knuckles encounter these tearing gusts with ripped chapping

Alone together
As the moon veils through the curtain
and the only noise outside
are echoes of crickets chirping

Embrace is proffered
Under a dim glare from the lunar glow  
a lucky duo who are in need of an other to bestow
Heedlessly collect the offer

she coats her fingers and palms in oil & aloe
one at a time our hands begin binding
regarding this oil from plants insides refined
creating a mirrored rhyme

Her hands of wisdom take on a placidity
when combing over my wounded misery
I can see the searing adopt a soothing
Into every finger
she sends the technique of love speak
what it is to see in motion and defining
...the endearing
soft sun Oct 2016
All I can do
Is write love poems to you
Everything I do
I do for you, my sweet

These hands are not my hands
These words
Not my own
Beyond the limits
Of skin and bone
It is you
My heart adores

Breathing in your breath
Surrounded in your light
You are all around me
You are all I see
Umi Apr 2018
On a wall through the dark of the night,
thrills sent down by countless of legs creeping up and down in their dance
Daddy, is that you ? I asked a spider with long legs
Indeed a daddy longlegs spider haunted for prey
It hopped onto me, trying to guide me out, of this nightmare,
In fact a quite gentle grip of this venomless beast, a sweet embrace of this two eyed arachnid
It whispered to me " Umi, keep going, before they find you "
A shadow of the long past, forgotten in the loitering abyss of time
Serene and clear, my friend kept his dance on my head, resting was no option
A ****** devotion of the creeping darkness,
Ah, phantoms ! Spiders, gather in a dark night,
One tarantula crosses my way, with no intention to bite
The shadow I was running from was no where near, but my knights summoned around me, tapping on the ground with their eight legs in their dance
Realisation floods my mind, relentless, numbing all my senses
The black widow of hatred cast on a pure fury, with lilies of murderous intend, was me,
Running from myself was what I did all these years but not anymore
It is best to dance on these fantastic grounds with me,
Because I am the eternity of this realm of fantasy
After all, we have infinite time in our dreams

~ Umi
Marla Jun 6
Blue goddess of wonder,
Tanning in the pale moonlight,
Made my mind split assunder
When she and I locked eyes.
Envision me then, naive and unloved,
Connecting for the First time
With a woman who's lips
Were as gentle as a summer dove.

My world shattered from within,
It's mysterious death an interest
To no one with a loving heart.
She divided an ocean in my head
When together we uttered
"Till death do us part."
My BELOVED, I am not at fault
If LOVE happened between us

You took my heart away & now
Why are YOU offended by my LOVE?

You have become me, my Nature
Nothing else satisfies me

Oh, I am a mad LOVER of yours
Who will understand my LOVE?

I am in LOVE even with the dust
Below your feet on which you walk

You are the one who makes
Everyone dance around you
On your finger tips

Just be aware and awake to my LOVE
YOU are the only one to heal me now

Just come and give me a glance
And save me from this mundane life

My BELOVED, do not forget that I am
Meera, Rumi, Rabia (BELOVEDz) of yours
Zuliet, Layla, Heer (LOVER) of yours

You are my BELOVEDz
You are my LOVERz
You the beauty of everything
Existing in nature

I do not want wealth, power, fame
I only want YOU my LOVE

I do not believe in GOD/dess
YOU are my only ALL MIGHTY
My past, present, future
Your LOVE "is" all the TIME

Roaming all over the world
My BELOVEDz, I finally reached here
I still hold my last / final breath
Show me your face one more time

I've come to your doorsteps of heart
Knocking your inner core - SOUL
With lots of hope for Eternal LOVE

Why your eyes are filled with tears?
Why are you crying dear
Seeing me hopeless in YOU LOVE?

Now promise me
YOU will never ever think
Of going away from me

You are my coracle, my Noah
Take me across this ocean of fire LOVE

And let me sleep forever in your lap
Let me float in fluids of your womb
And be born again as "us"...

Let us dance swirl in our LOVE to COSMIC BLISS
Elysianne Sep 25
Whenever I see two trunks of a tree
joined together as twins
I think of you
and wish we could share their bond

I'd gather all the water and air in the world for you
to watch you grow
into the magnificent and majestic being
you were always meant to be


— Elysianne
It’s so beautiful to find twin trees in forests.
Black surges, forges piling emotion,
Foraging, attaining such predicted erosion.
Color the rubies to a diluted amber,
Brittle, dripped gems are toxic, I clamber
To the lamp as to see my implicit devotion.

Vitals ascend, and I can't perceive
This motionless forfeit I often receive.
Aid is essential, it holds potential,
To cure this conflicted, addicted vessel.
My heart on my sleeve, I'm undeceived.

I implore to explore, as breath, I leave,
So close to dying, I'm on the eve
Of darker clothing, and flowers to family,
Hallucinate my abnormalities.
Yet somehow, I am still on my feet-
All feedback is welcome and appreciated.
“Immediately a decisive alluring connection from the onset,  
As our ****** accoutrement deceptive lay’s softly on ground,
As the captivation of our present euphoria lays beneath our skin,
Complacency and beatitude with the enticing joy betwixt us,

I had fallen in love with her as the flowers cling to the earth,
Hearts hewed as one beating with powerful acquiescence,
Convivial contentment to us both as eve slowly turns to daybreak,
Reflex of love there is enigmatic elation never before perceived,

Etiology of twinging with euphoria trail of kisses lingering afore,
As in the charisma of a cold chill of that as glacial trails,
Sensed make our blood run cold now as souls entwined,
May she never leave and forestall a broken nature of being,  

I know that deep in the intensity of my heart you triumph,  
There is invariably space for altruism to reside always,
For all the delectation that once were unified of ours,
I not endeavor to conquer my contemplative devotion,  

Your flowering existence sheds invisible petals as I,
Claim them as something I could own should I keep them?
Or scatter them or are they even yours"

By Andrew Guzaldo  ©  09/01/2019 #165
By Andrew Guzaldo  ©  09/01/2019 Poem#165 #HelloPoetry
Jolan Lade Apr 21
Digital displays drawing    
Invalids imaging insights  
Targets theory towards
Typing tough themes
Explaining endless endorse

Towards my fondness of you
Devotion to you
kevin hamilton Nov 2017
flickering stars fall
and you name every single one
for this, i kiss your rings
and hang my head

tell me about sensations
worse than death
and through your eyes
i’ll see them all tonight

should i make it until morning
to watch the sunlight
dance across your cheek again
it will be so much more
than i can live through
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