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Tulip Chowdhury Feb 2016
fraction of a second
or less
my eyes behold
an eagle in pause
from its flight
in the swirling air
then
a loud screech
fills the air,
wonder what
it's announcing:
a mouse dead
or spring come alive?
Tia Nov 2011
look down into me,
see my light,
it glows in color,
it glows in white,
it knows no bounderies,
and asks for no limits,
I hear a whisper,
and see a glimspe of,
a thought in the air,
an idea in the head,
like ive said,
neither or all are dead
Solaces Jan 2014
I ride around my small little town..
I see myself riding my bike down those streets and sidewalks..
Memories run back to me on this little drive of mine..
Seems so very long ago..
Playing football at the park..
Racing down those hills..

I drive around my small little town..
Things have changed..
Even the days themselves..
Sometimes the nights look like they did when I was young..
I get a glimspe of magic from a star..
Summer loves fade..

I ride around my small little town..
My memories sing to me ..
To remember is a gift..
A gift you can always give yourself..
And you will never be disappointed..
So go take a ride..
I see myself ride on by..
karleigh May 2022
you can never have too many flowers
and if not for simply love
perhaps for sympathy

i perceive unique perfections
in the fullness of bouquets
and the life they bring
to the rise of the morning
and then dim silence of the night

i admire the aesthetic that they grant
glass coffee tables
and island counter spaces
i enjoy the glimspe of colors
on city street corners
atop the bedside tables
of broken hearted girls
within the hands of lifetime lovers
and softly laid in remembrance
from the dirt in which they came

like we
alive in the spirit of gifting
our innate love to another

like flowers
to mean something to somebody
mothers day
JoshuaHaines Nov 2017
Unwind and let loose.
Loose.
To the constant noose.
Around my throat.
Around my life.

For what will come loose.
When the knot is pulled free.
A gasp of air.
A sight of freedom.
Or is it a glimspe of life.
I'm ****** crazy.. ..   .. ..?
Stu Harley May 2014
the voice of time
carved her words
upon colossial stones
to give us
a glimspe of
the past
to move
all of
the doubts
galaxyofentities Dec 2018
my eyes welled up
the seas that you had a tame
to learn how to love me
me, a thunderstorm without the beauty
But when i closed my eyes
i saw the unvierse in our fingers
i saw without my eyes, but only a glimspe.
The rising sun of a new day fell on you,
i saw my happiness in the architecture of your soul.

— The End —