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Shofi Ahmed May 2017
Hold onto the little one.
Don’t spill the raindrop
Let it run, let it run!

The sun in a dew
dancing on the rose
let it roll out
a drop of the deep
on the ground.

Let it roll, let it dance.
Take your plunge
swim down the sea
only to sing high
fly out with the cloud!

Like in the sea
the spin is in a
drop of water.
Makes the heart sway.
Follow the river
to the west, the east
the north and the south.
It goes every way.
I followed the trails that she had left behind
I walked the trails religiously abide to it
My eyes set on her trails- I witnessed nothing beyond it.

There was no question of our destination
It was a journey- I stumbled, I fell, but I chased
I lived every season and survived it through
I pushed away every help- I wanted to rise as a hero
I made my stories down the path- practiced every word of my proposal

My heart ached, tears dropped, I chocked on my misery
Yet I crawled after her trails , in search of her

In hope I followed to hear her say :
"Don't follow the trails anymore.. walk next to me and together we create"
Chasing unrequited love becomes so difficult at times.
Remember days bagging up some minerals.
Trying to find the toys in our cereal.
Now me and Don hiding from the ops like we federal;
Getting kinda hungry, not for food but for miracles.

I’m just thinking bout the old times.
This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine.
With TDS, for success, keep that in my mind.
And summer eighteen, promise it’ll be mine.
RedD Sep 15
yet also not alone
'It's Complicated'
the statement of choice.

I don't want complicated,
who really does?
But like it or not
that's what this is.

One man,
one man for me
to give my love
I made this choice in you.

One woman,
one woman for you
to give you love.
Make that choice in me.

What we have is something good
so take my hand.
Who knows where this will lead
but I want to follow.
I'm sleepy, and I don't know where I am
I'm not sure about what my name is
I see green trees, so green and
I let myself cradle by all of these songs,
By all the words you've never told me,
By all the words I'd die to scream to you
Because now that you're far away,
My life means nothing, has lost worth completely
ryn Jan 2015
A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It's the tears that trickle with radiance through words.
     It's a treasure trove that hides but longs to
     be found.
          It's a book shelved high that wants to
          be read.
               It's the freest of all birds caged but

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It doesn't beat to the capable strokes of the artist.
     It doesn't pump in the most vibrant of
          It doesn't wield a paintbrush to
          translate its thoughts.
               But it can see through the eyes of

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It doesn't conform to the conventional parameters of lyrics.
     It doesn't bind itself to the requirements
     of musical harmony.
          It doesn't follow the conventions of
               But it sings its voice loud without
               restrictions of melody...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It's an open secret, that whispers in metaphoric codes.
     It's an exploding universe, that merges
     back into galaxies.
          It's a sought after painting, that boasts
          of unfathomable beauty.
               It's an everlasting song, that echoes
               within the poet that embodies...
Dedicated to all of you...

If you're reading this...
This is for you...
So if she speaks for him
But speaking for someone else;
Referring to me.
Are you really that transparent on what you believe.
I said things to them, I thought I would never repeat.
Devil in a dress,
better watch how you stepping to me.
I popped flexx, from Cali barracks.
No credit received.
I kept quiet on all the jokes and energy peeped.
I just left from chilling wit y’all and your friend spilling teas.
Tired of sitting quiet and letting my frenemies preach.

Don’t push me when I’m in writing mode.
Y’all were leaching on me,
But now I’m ready to take a soul.
I take diamonds and I can turn em coal.
All’s fair game like dropping dominos.

Literally, I was the virtue in the circle being held back because I made them nervous.
I love to see my brothers flourish,
with a higher purpose.
You all are really some serpents.
But I will let Family Fever do murders.

And Ima just leave it at that.
Mohamed Nasir Sep 10
They announced to follow you
They enjoyed reading your works
The reason why they followed you.

Then they went quiet some are gone
Like poems vagrant debris flowing
Under the bridge into oblivion.

While river HP bringing more
The minute they get posted
Already like yesterday's news.

Yesterday's poems left to rot to parish
Good ones reposted or goes to the front
No one wants to pick up the stale leftovers.
What is it to trust your gut?
How do you know when it’s right?
Is it a fluttery feeling?
Something you know on sight?

Is it a skip in your heart?
The first thought of the day?
Is it something within you?
Something you can’t push away?

Does it move extremely fast?
Or is time and patience the key?
Is it something that’s learned?
Or instinctively in me?

Will it feel right from the start,
Like a blanket you love?
Will it be quite sobering,
Or will it give you a buzz?

Is it learned from experience?
Or is it within your genes?
Can it only be something felt?
Or is it something just seen.

How do you know?
Do you just go in blindly?
Is there some kind of sign?
Do you know it divinely?

I may not find out.
I may already know,
But I know that I’m excited
To see which way it goes.
JV Beaupre Apr 2016
My road is not a highway, well-traveled and straight.

Nor does it meander through the woods or follow a country brook.

No, it's often like a cave with short horizons;

And when there is a fork, I take it.
Decisions, decisions, decisions
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