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Julia Jan 2018
His strong arms
hold me close and tight
keeping me warm.

His strong arms
are raised up to fight
those wishing harm.

His strong arms
lift me high like I'm
a jar full of air.

His tender fingers
twist the tendrils in
my naked hair.

His face, his feet, his chest, his gut inside it
are Chakras he never hided
when we both decided

...to show each other
let go of our pasts
to grow in each other.

We each have the strengths the other lacks,
but how can we make space living on each other's backs?

His strong arms
tend me like
a living room.

His strong arm
sows seeds in
my bleeding womb.

His arms stronger than any enemy's of mine
cannot fight what they cannot find.

Demons he cannot see he cannot face,
so they will take me away from him without a trace.
Shoutout to my demon demolishing hunk of a future husband
Nat Lipstadt Sep 2013
Inadequate to the task
Humbled by the enormity of our love,
The perfection of our joining,
Where are the words kept that sufficient
Honor and portray what we have achieved?

You seated, beside me by the bay, finally,
Two old adirondack trees side by side,
By the sheltered place you bequeathed me,
Where poems are raindrops, so numerous,
And you, if not the subject, the source.

The waves rolling in, mirror the
Fluidity of thy dancing,
Fluidity of the adaptation,
Two lives, now one bay blue colored,
The merging, the unification,
Many waves, but one bay,
The Bay of Us.

Yet so different.
We are cloud worshippers,
Does not the Skye's Tableau inconstancy,
Mirror our ever changing form, individuality,
Yet, one sky,
The Sky of Us.

So many times have I lain be-sided
Even as we this afternoon sit now a-sided,
Tears welling up, above and beyond control,
This man's steady nerves, constant on patrol,
Our secret open, visible, un-hided,
Your are my Magi
My Yogi,
i.am, your, obedient devotee, shaped to you please.

This is the birthday present my words present.

Words, unremarkable,
Except for the contentment
That lies within them.

Let me love you more,
Recklessly abandon norms,
Kiss you at the supermarket, at the opera,
Unashamedly, take you in my arms
Wherever wonderment and wandering lead us.

T'is so very hard to compose
When tears flow upon my writing tablet,
To wipe, blot them away, I refuse,
For tears are joyous emblems,
Salty badges of love,
All compliments of our complementary beings,
The Tears of Us.

The soaring music we gather in.
The shimmering sparkles upon the bay,
My gift of natural diamonds better, this day,
Than jeweled glitterati I hide in the refrigerator.
All this treasure, part and sparkle of
The Treasure of Us.

T'is truth,
I know not, forgot, your age nor care,
The day the time the year,
What matter they to me these artifice markers,
I weep carelessly, undone, overcome,
Every day, but this day, most, united joy.

Need-No reminder,
I am a survivor,
From a concentration camp
That slow programmed to destroy,
Perhaps the kindness you claim
As the hallmark of my fame,
An inadvertent gift, from the devil?

You shook my hand on our first meet,
Don't think, have I ever let go?
Let me be your driver, entertainer, your only poet,
Let me be whatever you need,
Even as now, I laugh-cry, your tissue carrier.

For t'is I who weeps and keeps
These tissues as part of our history.
You are the first,
Who has ever read
The Words of Us.
Happy Birthday, my darling S.
PrinceAlexander May 2016
My reader, looking at the ring, have ever you been caught
On efforts, spent to make it, sudden flashing thought?
About sifting through waste rock to find the rare gem
Where mother-nature hided it from curiousity of men.

About jeweler's stone cutting skillful labor duty
To grind the gem, exposing all it brilliance and beauty?
About ring design, embodying stone in golden artful frame
Creating masterpiece to glorify forever craftsman's name?

Likewise, in poetry, the sense of being attempting to extract,
Bard feelings puts in words to shows time's connection act.
Aasiya Shaikh Jul 2017
She wore a pretty smile and had the perfect eyes,
Her beauty striked every heart
Her beauty hided every scars.
No wonder her pain was just a mystery
She kept it secret like it was her history.
She transformed herself from caterpillar to butterfly
Her struggle was real, but she burried it deep inside.
There was a story behind her,
The story which was unspoken but real.
For no one should see the truth behind her life,
As she was an inspiration for all the youth alive.
Her goals were limitless,
She urged to acheive it, unless .
ALL her efforts and hardworks,
Made her shine like fireworks.
    -Aasiya shaikh
Harmony Sapphire Jan 2015
All I know is locked inside my soul.
I heard them say it's all okay.
I want more than before someday.
My prayers never get answers.
Dissolves like a cancer.
Concentrating on waiting.
Impatience that's debating.
Autumn mist exists it's falling.
Do you hear nature calling?
Your lust appeals to my disgust.
You are no one I trust.
Can't you see me & just let me be me?
This mood is what I conclude.
Your lack of empathy is rude.
How I feel is what we all appeal.
I know what's fake & what is real.
Your misguided.
To you I confided.
Your room is where you hided.
You decide the seven deadly sins.
One of them is pride.
What is the prize you win?
Unmarked treasure, unclaimed & unmeasured.
Misery festers, judges are jesters.
As the family court house crumbles.
Judge gerald jessop stumbles.
Georgia mansury the mediator mumbles.
Terrance chucas the minors counsel tumbles.
Child protective services fumble.
Ariel is living a life that is humble.
***** donor in defeat he grumbles.
The *** offender data base profiles are ready to rumble. The madge bradley building will fall. Once & for all.
Black is
a never-ending book
a shivering in the dark
a cunning cloak
a depleted creek

Black is
an unexpected wonder
meaningless whisper
a dusted mirror
silenced anger

Black is
splash of drops of tear
chilling in the fear
worn gears
which witnessed too much drear

Black is
momentary quiet
long-lost connect
hastily hided secret
disillusioned crotchet

Black is a handful of mud
buries the past
upon unknown future
where the hope it entrust

Black is the one unfailing excuse for everything
Gayathri Sarathi Nov 2013
When you spoke to me
I liked you

When you proposed me
I loved you

When you told me you already have GF
I felt to cry a loud....because of loosing you

When you walk beside me holding my hands
I felt secured in my life

When you said that Im beautiful..
I understood the true meaning of beautiful..

When you said that you wont leave me
I saw the trust in those words....

When you said that these words are not decided in one day....
I saw a matured man behind it...

When you said that cannot see a life without me..
I dreamed a life of happiness with you...

but the same person

took a night to break the relation ship...which was built in beautiful, trust, & happiness..were was that maturity......

Wanted to ask him:-

Was it because of my ugliness
Was it because of my age
Was it because Im a divorcee...
Was it because i had a kid...
Was it because i fight with you..
Was it because you had any revenge on me..

WHAT IT IS????

you  left me...i have not hided anything from you dala....
Luv you so much...miss you....i dont know whether u miss me...i can see your happiness...where does mine gone ?
Harmony Sapphire Feb 2015
Dad I loved you.
Your the only father I knew.
It should have been just us two.
Our memories are so few.

You showed me I could trust a tomcat or a puppy.
To pet him & make a buddy.
I still can't cook.
To find the right food.
Caravores are selfish, sick, & rude.

My vegan species is divided.
Separate dwellings unspecified are hided.
Recipes unconfided.

What is for lunch?
Besides rootbeer, cola, & fruit punch?

Is there no vegan chefs left?

Not enough vegan restaurants here.
Nothing close by or near.
To become extinct is something I fear.
Too many taverns with beer.
Vegan establishments this town & city needs to build.
In malls & shopping centers to be filled.

Vegans don't know where to look.
I want to write & publish a poetry book.
"Innocence Unattended" is my best work.
© Harmony Sapphire . All rights reserved
Dove Aug 2013
I dreamed a dream far behind where things where different and love was blind .I dreamed of flowers blooming in autumn , i dreamed of things that where out of sight , i held my pen in my hand and held my tears from dropping ,i started writing what my dreams hided . Oh lord, a deep sorrow in my heart a sorrow that would break the unbroken heart. My ego stopped my drawling eyes, my shaky hands stopped me from writing. I layed  down on ground ,looked up the sky searching for a star hoping that one day i will fulfill my dream and lay down by your side. And at last till this day i am still dreaming to reach this star that will freeze my fire from melting again.
Mazen Edlibi Nov 2016
"I miss  you a lot at this Moment"...She said that and hided behind the "Good Night", like a little child!
I gazed with a paralyzed happiness!
I gazed and my fingers on keyboard trying....
                                               to type my kiss in words!
                                               to type my hug in letters!
                                               to type my caring in a touch!
Your "This Moment" is a world for me!
A World that keeps smiles alive!
A World that revives hope!
A World of your...Warmth!
Salma May 2017
I sat in front of my room's mirror
As I contemplated my reflection
I, at least made sure I still exist
But in what way does my existence prove to the world that I am here
In a world where time and space are only an illusion,
I have always asked myself whether here and now are really here and now, still I'm getting no response
I wonder how could you bear all of this nonsense, or maybe you just don't.
one can never knows what happens in another person's life
Yet he judges him for being him.

Yes, I am a darkened soul and yes lights do scare me, for it reveals the finest  layers hided in the dust of my inner insecurities
Lights are made for the simplest minds who are not afraid of being exposed. As they got no pain deep down their souls therefore no wounds to heal in the dark.

But not me, my body is a graveyard of feelings just like the sky is for the stars.
The vainness of all i ever felt
Hided in your eyes
looking


Low


Rather at some detail of a metallic table
holding
Two cups of coffee
Two glasses of water
An ashtray
And my heart under its four legs
To stand still
[taken from my first book "No Commandment", released in 2006 in the Greek language, self-translated in English for the purpose of entering hellopoetry.com]
Yatma Faye Oct 2018
Deep inside of me I have a feeling
So strong and gloomy unintentionally hided since a long time

Deep inside of me I have myriad of words
words of love, words of hatred, Words of an innocent convicted for loving

Deep inside of me I have been searching
a life-lasting partnership which I never found

Deep inside of me Love means misery and
Happiness is very scarce, yet hope keeps me alive

Deep inside of me I dream to be searched as I search, to be found as I find and to be loved as I love

Deep inside of me, Deep inside of me Deep inside of me
Follow me on Instagram: @ytmfye
...All that jazz in the microphone hips trip-hop through
Your eyes, one of which have to me - like - never lied even once;

We share dreams without cost or logic bounds, without rush
And paranoia, without shame and tool advice();

Your software really makes my ware hard, as I have just no words
For the upgrade that startled my system as your perfume rendered
The whole logic core under influence, even our nanites match and make
The finest blend chemistry what is imaginable between two human hearts.

I call beauty and your voice echoes along corridors within my mindscape,
You answered yes in tomorrow's vision, we are a loop that never gets stopped by
A single **** or a long kiss, a healing hug makes it thumb faster, the body heats
Tell each other their Brownean tales after, I look deeply into your ever-smiling glance.
You gave me a chance and thought my spirit to dance, my body to listen, we knew
Both that we don't need permission, your aching heart broke free in the embrace
I gave to the two of us, I feel even Earth is by our side, deep desires have came to
Being as you brought the beams of joy in your legs, the liberator of sorrowful
Lost lovers, the reason to come alone without the cuffs of matter and uncertainty
Principles that make our identical statues of the old temptation meaningless in
the flower decoration you thrive to be, acting as naturally as only you can be...

This has nothing to do with my style, you shape passion out of my more mechanical self
Into a wonder beyond clear, symmetric logic, a whisper that remains imbued with magic
A lie that stood true all along while all the true facts collided, I just glared in the into a Place that hided the perfect maze of shadow and colour and light within your remedial happiness...

In this moment I'm sure that history will gladly
Spend time wondering around as you
Make my life shine, no more haunting pasts
Drive through the fictional present,
The most likely innocent future,
Your inner young mischievous pretty-faced
Smart girl fused with your
Caring mother and witty-wise-fun nature
As a woman, you make my day lose all of its
Gloomy clouds, give it meaning and my soul
Courage to move on,
To me: never let hope Go,
That our destinies cease to be ends,
Become beginnings,
Those forever whole-hearted Promises
Are no longer vacant words,
But Bring seeds of awakened worlds,
Taking us far beyond the laws of
Body attraction,
Sensational action;
- A whole, not a fraction!
We are in each other's arms resting.

In this, I give you my really rare kindest traces to my soul's finest places.
My passionate patience until all starts to make sense,
An ancient restless quest for me now you have solved,
A hiding happiness returns to me as we give
Our mixed hands an elegant, equal, melting-warm hold.
- by us, on the 15th of June in 2017, my year of blessed fading solitude.
Christina Jul 2015
I want to quit.  
I don't feel like telling them
every thing that goes through my mind.
I never did.
I hided things.
I always hide stuff.
But I don't know when my therapy will end
and that scares me.
Quiting it sounds good right now..
Paul Hardwick May 2012
You seek to fined a happy place
That is hided behind your door
I think I know how you should be feeling now
But the way it has bin I can not help yah
But feel it baba.
A yellowish brown paper,
that hided in the page of,
an old book
somehow,
a few rain dropped on it
disappeared,
A few alphabet of time
beginning and ending is clear,
said spotted dark behind
called me,
A lost journey of an era-

@ Musfiq us shaleheen
A Lost Time that still pinch hit me very where i lost my love and hope....
Word farer Feb 2021
Love gives us such a pain
Love leaves us hurt
Which can neither be hided nor be shown !
The most beautiful feeling is the one which we experience as the heart break which not only makes us strong and makes us realise our strength and weaknesses but also makes us mature enough to love someone who's worth it !!
I am the worm
I can be harm
I can be calm

But
I am the worm
No matter people like me
No matter people hate me
But
I am the worm
I can be little
Down, down and brittle
But
I am the worm
I can be big
Fears any thing
But
I am the worm

She met a great snake
She said with astonished
That the worst
She ran and escaped
The snake said with the confident



The worm said,”
That is calm
I will have a rest
That is a cave
She entered the opened
Mouth of The fish
The fish said ,”oh! My God
That is the great present
I will swallow it in one amount”
The worm said,”
Oh please, can I be heard,
Master”
The fish said,” tell me!”
The worm said,”
I know a place
Where a great worm has
A great meat without bones
You can swallow it
Without any hard”

The fish said,”
Guide me, guide”

The worm said,”
You promise , you will not eat
Me
And let me
Free,”
The fish said,”
Yes, that is my promise.”
The fish said at himself,’’
I will eat the great worm
After I eat that worm
When she guided me to the road”

When the worm reached
She pointed to the big worm
Who was the big snake
Who ate the fish
And the little worm hided
the life is the greatest danger. to get your life safe, you must have a great mind
Zywa Feb 2022
Bare buttocks in the berm
free, peeing under my pants
laying down on my side

the world and I flatter
grass everywhere, empty
of chairs

blue flashing light over the ****
I think the sound
to the condensation stripes

My look jumps over
the ditch, sees hided
flowers, I hear beetles

that I don't hear
the grass colours my eyes
it flies upon my tongue

and lets me have a taste
green with marigold
and fresh *****
Collection "WoofWoof"
no truth login Apr 2020
who can hold the wind in his fist?

~for Ken Pepiton~

your poems full of hints and innuendo,
most of them I don’t get, of stuff, I don’t know, no clue,
my education impoverished, which is why lucky me,
I’m getting my viral signed check for 1200 bucks,
yes siree

but some college educated sharp eyed feller,
said look, see how Ken keen, has the bestus, the real tuff stuff,
hidey holed in the footnotes purposed for you to miss it,
****, he was right, cause I found what you hided!

<>

who can hold the wind in his fist?

an inquisition worthy of a thousand answers,
my Roman slave cautions forbearance, whispering in
my one remaining unconquered Gauguin ear, just the best,
these time of times, hanging heavy, be sweet, leave out the chaff

I, cannot hold the wind in my fist,
for it has always befriended, going
over my life-coarsened skin,
through my-stubbled fingers,
cooling and christening, constant teasing kissing
as it was born anew, a first time poem,
it was meant to be unkept and unkempt


you might want to hold on, keep it, for its touch is indeed
that of a first time lady loved, savoring the cool,
and the heat simultaneous, no fool us, empowering,
the wind forever runs freely, between, never sticking,
going around my body, into my open orifices,
sometimes caressing, sometimes troubling,
its power leaving us atrembling, moved, straighter or bent over


those who created wind and water had many reasons,
but their first purpose was to constant enliven the human mind
with the softest message that true freedom is never bounded,
nature’s song is refrained, “man, be unrestrained,”
it’s majesty then greatest,
men may fool themselves with lines and divisions,
Earth’s best best seen in its unconstrained, searching character
Aseel Jan 2019
You look at the mirror
realize that you changed for someone else
How much you hate it
You start searching for yourself again
You search for the stories you used to hide
For the poems you wrote behind your face
You search for your little secrets hanging on the corner of your lips
For the curses in your eyes
You search for the things you hided untill they were forgotten
And the things you forgot utill they disappeared
unill you disappeared
And the only thing you can see
Is a fake reflection on the mirror.
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Harmony Sapphire Jan 2015
Reside by my side or step aside.
Our lives sacred. Our souls naked.
All I know is locked in my soul.
My requests go unanswered.
They dissolve like a cancer.
Your lust appeals to my disgust.
You are no one I trust.
Your lack of compassion & empathy is rude.
How I feel is up for appeal.
I was misguided when to you I confided.
My room from you is where I hided.
The 7 deadly sins is what you decided.
Impatience is debating.
These circumstances is what I am hating.

© Harmony Sapphire . All rights reserved,
Kaaguygua Jan 2016
Is this happening? Is it a dream?
I feel like I need to grasp it
Before it fades away from me.

You are just like a dream
You are just like the impossible
Telling me all those sweet things

You are what I thought no one could be
You see what I thought no one could see
You can see the good and the hided things in me

Can you see yourself in my deepest dreams?
You are not there anymore
Cause you are finally here with me.
she was princess
kneeling as slave
saying to him save

my heart from sinking
at deepest of thinking

the thief came
say to the police
you are under arrest
the police was jailed
as he had laziness

the boy chased the lion
the lion hided at gun
the boy shot the gun
the lion got over the sun
he printed his shape
over the face of the moon

the cold came as the spider
the man rushed the fire
the cold escaped faster

what a matter
he forgot his words
his role was a hero
at famous film
the important were the words
the succeeded over films
that film
the overlap judged everywhere, and the problems increase
Carmina Oct 2019
I have a dream, I am a dreamer.
I dream to become a writer
who can inspire other
So can I be your motivator?

Because I am a survivor
From my past irrational fear
Which I've been suffer
From what they called disorder.

I love writing, especially when I'm inspired
But all stories, poems and words are hided
Hid by fears and worries which I had
I am afraid of what people say unfiltered

I am worried about what people say in my works
So I choose to keep all my works in my notes
And preferably keep silent when I write
Until my dream starts to fell apart

I waste a lot of opportunities
Time and more chances
To show what God gave from me
Because I fear for nothing

We are here in the world full of potential,
To honor you, admired you and judge you
So don't be afraid to show what your talent is
Because not everyone is the same as you are

No matter what you are doing
People have words to say for everyone
Don't focus on negative
Just focus what your dream and passion is


Don't fear for nothing.
Gulishta Nov 2018
Waking before the dawn,
Chasing the sunrise.
Rushing over the work load,
Being on TIME.
Carrying a casserole filled with,
Exotic aroma and spice.
Planning and plotting in front,
Dropping the hints behind.
Building an unmeasured,
an anticipated delight.
Waiting and watching,
Your annoying secret holding smile.
You were not very good by the way,
Or were you just pretending to hide?
It was all in open,
But I couldn't contain my high.
I was so bumped when you told me,
There wasn't even a surprise.
You actually fooled me,I'll give you that,
Started calling myself stupid and naive.
And I wanted to **** you,when you exposed,
Your ill hided and goofiest  birthday surprise.
Long stripes of petrichor,
gather in the cuff-corners
of the nightwalk - I miss her,

the blonde from group therapy
however many years ago, L-----,
whose upper case traumas

mirrored mine on that beige couch
by the waiting room sand garden.
Hard-hided years, those,

& I hope she did OK.
Myself: I tried in desperation to marry
someone who simply didn't run,

& you can imagine how that went.
I remember seeing L----- on a Wednesday
or Thursday morning, so surprised

I existed outside therapy. Greening wings
of grass spread across Farragut's diagonal,
& her black shoe arch pressed the world

firmly away. She rafted into a doorway
as everyone eventually does in a life.
The sun called in sick, the moon

maw yawed and yawned, the sea
throbbed foam over stone. New rain
on my face - it was just rain, just rain, just rain...
I started this series with really high ambitions, but basically nothing has gone the way I had hoped or according to plan... so I am basically just going to revert to my normal style and write things loosely related to the card in question. No more wild tour of every poetic style in the book, apologies! I kept finding that the meter and rhyme schemes were getting in my way and no amount of creative corner cutting could restore the meaning that got lost.
Diabetic hand-book

If you forgot why you are in the kitchen it is  
probably because cause your wife has hided
the nectar.
Wives are no good in letting you remember.
*** over eighty is cumbersome and clumsy
avoid it at all cost.
If you can´t remember yesterdays’ lunch
the likelihood is it was boring.
If you can´t remember your cat´s name do not worry
it doesn´t know either.
If your diabetic feet restrict your walking. try a treadmill
when you see a blank wall remind yourself
that you were bored too when young.
Swimming can be good but preferable in a child´s pool.
The point of all these exercises is to live longer
but you will only live as long as nature intended,

— The End —