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Bel B Apr 2018
It was effortlessly beautiful that night,
shining the brightest amongst all.
I've never seen it glowing radiantly,
such exquisite sight is rarely seen.
I ponder upon the beauty,
unlike any other day
where it was just a crescent
and sometimes faded.

It reminded me of someone,
someone whom I've lost
while i was busy searching for the star.
Violet Nov 2017
I love my younger siblings lots:
having one sister and one brother.
We keep ourselves in our thoughts,
because we cherish one another!

Tammy is my sister's name,
while my brother is then Tim.
I love keeping our pics in frame(s):
both sibs look great to me, so slim!

We're chatting online so much:
keeping each other up, of course.
Usually loving to keep in touch,
together, we're kept: a strong force!

On holidays, we stay back at home:
to play games and take tons of pics.
We're all kept together in good zone;
our hearts are all definitely so fixed!
This poem is about my two siblings, while in ABAB form and has 100 words  as my other works do too.
KA Poetry Feb 2018
Saat waktu sedang berjalan menjemput,

Aku akan mencintaimu untuk setiap detiknya.
07/02/2018 | 02.29 | Indonesia | K.A | Dia : Part I Poetry Series
Debanjana Saha Apr 2017
I have cut my feet
while walking with you,
I have lost all my sleep
while staying awake with you
but my friend, for you
all these are just sweet honeydew
which I will drink & sink my pain into,
as these precious moments
are only for few!
Precious moments with a friend
I don't know whether in the future precious moments will exist with my friend or not.
so enjoying the precious moments in the present
not caring for the future existence at all.
"Memories and dreams are precious
They're always there when you seem
to need them the most."
Dark Fjord Nov 2016
who are we,
   thieves holding onto any stones we just laid,
only letting go, swiftly reach beyond the gate
to scratch the itch,
to bring creation closer.
dropping notes
Mae Jan 12
she took a deep breath.
looked up,
thinking how wonderful the stars are,
not knowing she is one of them
Esther Lee Feb 2016
We. Us. One. Together.
Happiness, love, and hope.
Remarkable times we share.
Memories only WE experienced.
Times witnessed together.
Thoughts that link us as one.
We may not have them now,
But definitely in the future.
Where you are, I will be there too.
I smile for you every day.
I fall asleep thinking of you,
Opening my eyes as I call for you.
When we are together, we'll never cry.
You protect me.
By your side, you embrace me.
Even from miles away,
Our soul, hearts, and memories,
That can never be shattered,
Stay strong as one.
The love that we share
Is more precious
Than anything in this world.
I am thankful to be next to you.
Love is all we need.
"I can tell from your eyes
I can tell about our love"
Yes, you are indeed my heaven
Inspired by Ailee
ChildofGodyay Nov 2018
it's not very long you know...
if you really think about it.
thinking you are still young but you are halfway around the clock.
whatever you do, its recorded.
whatever you do, it matters.
you are just passing by.
just a mist, you are gonna fade away and die.
your life compared to eternity, your life is just a tick on the clock, just a breath breathed, a mist blown.
you can't get them back.
you can't earn some more.
you can't ask time to slow down.
if it's gone, it's gone.
if it's wasted, it's wasted.
you know that...right?

(Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes. - James 4:14)
well, start by loving, forgiving that someone you have held a grudge against, or maybe really saying "i love you'' to someone. Money? it won't last. Those Gucci bags and Ferrari wont last either. But of course, not saying its bad to have them or work hard for money, just...dont do it the wrong way....

anyways, hope yall have a blessed week ahead, spend your time wisely!
Tom Blake Apr 2016
You run on ahead, Full of life
Fresh as the flowers we pass,
I'm coming, i'm following
Slowed down by the weight of life...
You make me smile
Make me run with you
Before you know it,
I' m out of breath.

I sit and rest, watch you at play
My mind wanders to yesterday
When I was young and played in
The Sun...
Where's My age of innocence gone?

Your running
Toward me
Calling ' Dad!'
My arms are
Wide open, to catch you...
Make me smile.
Son, it's fun with you!
Before you know it...
Will be a Man.
Alyssa Underwood Nov 2015
There's a peculiar kind of beauty that can only be experienced
with the innate knowledge that the moment is fleeting
and the most intense beauty can only be seen in
the presence of both light and shadows.
For it’s often in the loss of a thing
that its worth to us becomes
most precious and by
letting it go with
grace we can
best savor
its purest
that the pain
runs so deep only
because the beauty ran
so deep and that without
it having once touched us we
wouldn't now know the emptiness
of its loss, our grief will eventually turn to
thankfulness that it ever touched us at all, and
we will be left awed by the mystery of its haunting.
Sierra Jun 2018
You call me precious
Like you can see through all of the scarring etched along my spine from countless nights spent awake and drunk and lonely enough to talk to strangers who never cared about what I had to say
Precious like a stone sitting on the edge of the water and you help me forget the times I wanted to jump off and dive into the darkness, the cold depths of the sea.  I've been tangled up and turned into knots for a decade but you came around and I'm all just strings now, ready to be braided into something beautiful by your hands as they caress me in the most innocent places, my collar bones, my cheeks, along my arms and sending goosebumps over my skin.  A physical reaction showing what your touch does to me.
You call me precious, the freckles across my shoulders and nose, and you squeeze me hard, not enough to break bones but hard enough that I know that you're as close to home as Ill ever be. 
You call me precious without knowing the extent I've went to in order to correct everything wrong about me and the under construction signs that are still littered across my mind and sometimes when you look in my eyes it feels like I'm being looked at for the very first time.
AmeriMav Oct 2018
It’s like a garden full of jasmine when the sun is going down
It’s like a rainbow, or a gentle rain, or an ocean’s rolling sound

It can’t be bought with precious jewels, or silver, or with gold
It can’t be stored, or bottled up, no strong man’s grip could hold

It can’t be forced, it must simply flow, it loses all value if faked
It shines, and dazzles, and wildly glows, especially for a loved one’s sake

It’s like a sunrise from a mountain top, or a relaxing tropic isle
It’s special, lovely, and unique, my darling, it’s your smile
Giving joy, getting joy, never coy,
Often pretty, always called a toy,
She sells all that there is to deploy.

And there is she who is demure;
A teacher whose job is secure.
Some say that all teachers are pure.

And there is he who is a professor;
He is his father’s successor;
Just like his father’s predecessor.

The first one we call a *****;
She prostitutes her body more and more;
But the other ones we adore.

The professor prostitutes his knowledge.
He also sells his precious time.
And the teacher too makes the same pledge;
Especially while she is in her prime.

We all ******* something every day;
Yet only the first one’s a *******; yay!
Hossein Mohammadzade
Alyssa Underwood Aug 2017
Jesus, please set my bound heart free
Let not this world my prison be
Where fear and shame would pull me down
To suffocate and cause me to drown

'Stead loose my soul that it may soar
Heavy, fettered, chained no more
So You can lead me to the hills
Away from where 'perfection' kills

In You alone my worth is found
What joy immense, this truth profound
To know I'm precious in Your sight
My strength, my hope, my life's delight

Surrendered now to Your control
'Tis love which heals my wounded soul
Convinced that I can trust Your heart
Toward me, to You my cares I impart

And selfish may I no more be
But lend me eyes that I might see
The wounds which other souls still have
To give to them Your healing salve

That You might take their tender pain
And turn it to eternal gain
So suffering may not wasted be
But used to set our cold hearts free

Then we who in triumphant praise
More closely on Your face may gaze
Beholding all Your beauty vast
Held tight to You, content at last!

"So if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed."
~ John 8:36

"But whenever anyone turns to the Lord, the veil is taken away. Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom. And we all, who with unveiled faces contemplate the Lord’s glory, are being transformed into His image with ever-increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit."
~ 2 Corinthians 3:16-18

"I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us."
~ Romans 8:18


Sung to the tune of
'Jesus, Thy Blood and Righteousness'
(music by William Gardiner)
Osiria Melody Mar 26
not about being wealthy.
not about being idolized.
the material things always
die, but your character
lives with you to the grave.
rather, it's about opening
your generousity to the
world and impacting lives
for the better.

Here lies my answer to the definition of fame. It's okay to be wealthy and well-known. However, it's important to not forget the precious gift that life is.
jane taylor May 2016
precious innocent soul
skipping rocks
on cobblestone roads
vulnerable untarnished pure
no residue of earthly soil

return me to that naiveté
unburdened by layers
of fake masks
and perfect capped teeth
in narcissistic societies

but I shan’t grasp
at ethereal edges
of nebulousness
and ephemeral

i shall endure
what I abhor
a master’s soul
cannot be forged
in paradise

wisdom’s essence
‘tis not pristine white
hints of ivory
tinge the effervescence
of the sage’s breath

Philipp K J Feb 5
What's that rare precious gift
To present the grace of human race?
The branch of man
the land of seeds
that sprout and spread
And bear fruits
Of love that precedes
the mellow flesh and seeds
The fellow who makes the feeds
The love that filled the hills
the thrill of silent scenes
The killer will to still the love
And will to live within the love.

What's that rare precious gift
To present the face of human race?

An open heart
A winding embrace
Sweet overflowing lift
And a scintillating kiss!
will it surpass the praise?
Or suffice to surprise
Her a rare precious gift!
Mystic Ink Plus Dec 2018
Most precious gift
Lord can grant
I wished for

A journey to future
Genre: Experimental
Theme: Living the Dream
Ceida Uilyc Dec 2018
Was the kiss so precious
the amber whimpers

Were the dogs
or to
disgust the open wounds.
Araoluwa Jacob Oct 2018
I bet that if I asked you if you know me, you'd say yes
But really, I'm the only one that knows me the best
You think you do because of the way I act around you,
but truly, you are just being fooled.
That was my intention anyways
I am happy that it became true.
There are so many fake people and I won't let them get to me through you.
One thing that is true is that my heart is precious...
I don't know about you boo...
trf Jan 30
it's a bone dry west
for a cool east summer
i'm steeple chasing baby
from a derby to a dungeon

orange cones on the left
bright beams on a Hummer
i'm flicking off the bird
from nevada to wyoming

get this load off my chest
it burns April like a stoner
i'm a bayou baby
from the streets of magnolia
HA, fuckit. you figure it out
Mr Quiet Aug 2018
Suffocating from the hatred you keep giving yourself,
I'm so worried sick about you, don't want you to feel unwell.
Just here trying to make you happy as much as I can,
Yet you always end up depressed,
But **** that,
I'll always love you even after the end.
I'll make sure that you're really fine,
And if not I'll give you a billion reasons why,
Why I'm ******* glad you exist and why I don't want you to die.

Ask me why I care so much about you?
Well you've given me a reason to smile,
You were there for me during my loneliest nights,
And you gave a whole new meaning in my life.
How am I not suppose to love you and hold you tight?
'Cause you were there for me, so I'll always be here for a laugh or a shoulder to cry.

Maybe I care too much,
I don't know,
I don't care.
I'd rather have thoughts of you more than anybody else,
I'm afraid of losing you,
I'm scared.
I fell to fill in your empty heart,
And I knew the risks and consequences I dared.
I care.
When You Used To Call Me Mine
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