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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 Aug 2017
I love my parents so much:
my parents and siblings rock!
We always do stay in touch,
naturally together, we'd talk.

My Daddy is his company's boss.
He does prosper; he rocks in there!
Understanding any profit or loss,
he can clearly make any, being fair.

My Mommy is our housemother,
so she stays inside, and cleans!
She flourishes like no other,
always praying, for some scene.

I love my younger siblings as well.
Probably, we shall never depart!
They both thrive, being super swell,
of course, both in my dear heart.

My whole family will cherish to me!
It is SUPER funny that when I had written this on here, I didn't know how many words were in it. When I c&p'ed it in Microsoft Word to check its status, it actually had EXACTLY 100 words, as my other poems do. This one is also in ABAB form as well (except for that nice, last line).
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."
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.
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
Gone Lifting Sep 19
I read someone on here just a minute ago
He brought back some strong memories
I feel compelled to write this

Jesus is Lord and God is Almighty
Two different times in my life
God spared me from being killed by men
Once, he enabled me to overpower them
Not because I was better than them
But, because I trusted in Him
He made a way for me
the other time when I was in the Marines

This can be a dangerous and nasty world
And you can be gone this
I wanted to write this to remind people
To trust in Jesus, you may not wake up another day
We are not guaranteed another day

These two experiences happened by the time I was 21. As a result I don't worry about "what if" and I have nothing to prove to myself.
It is very frightening when someone is in front of you with the intent to **** you right then and there. God watches over my life because I trust in him. They didn't realize that. Only God can do this when it's time.
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
Mae Jan 12
she took a deep breath.
looked up,
thinking how wonderful the stars are,
not knowing she is one of them
Like that

You are right
Genre: Observational
Theme: Being the witness
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.
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!
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.
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)
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.
Deadwood Jawn Mar 17
It could be nice..
It would be nice..

If I were ravaged and broken
And she carried me on her back.
Refusing to
Let me die.

Let me die.
Let me die.
Let me die.

Don't let me die.
Don't let me die.
Don't let me die.

Just treasuring the moment..
Barely alive.

A weak voice.

It would be nice ..
To be carried.
On her back.

"Come on Jawn..
Not yet.. Please.
Not now.."




Inspired by Wonderful Everyday Down the Rabbit-Hole visual novel.
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
alexis Apr 27
i fell in love with you because you were gold,
dazzling, brilliant, a comfort few can afford.
and i also fell in love with a silver heart,
a few less stars in their shine, but soul glimmering with humility.
i settled for second because i believed i was bronze;
the last place in a race, the dull brown of pennies
but where you saw me as tarnished brass,
i was their fool’s gold.
and you grew ever so dim that day
when they proved their weight
in so much more than you.
inspired by “weight in gold” by gallant.
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
Jenna Jul 11
The drunk man in the bar
slurs that women are jewels,
capable of giving tender love.

The men we kept as company
could never understand us.

The drunk man in the bar
warns us to only act out of love,
never out of anger.

How about when we’re out of love?
How long will we last?

If women are jewels,
we have already been put
under immense pressure.

Pressure is how we learned
to become precious.

Anymore and we will crumble.

Or maybe we will explode.
Alyssa Underwood Jul 2017
It's delight which flows without measure
from the assurance that through every circumstance
and detail of my life God is ever beckoning and drawing me
into deeper intimacy with Himself, ever whispering to my heart,
“Come closer still.”

Joy in the midst of devastating loss, crushing disappointment,
unbearable pain or scourging heartache is about the discovery of
treasure so precious and rare that it never could have been found
had we not been forced to walk a path of affliction in the desert.

It's in the isolation and brutality of the wild that we come to know Him
in ways that transcend the span of human imagining or desiring,
and all the songs and all the poems and all the masterpieces
taken together cannot capture an estimable description
of the pleasures that might be unearthed there.

There lies before us in our afflictions a vast and wondrous beauty
yet undisclosed behind the fog, and like a theatrical curtain
slowly pulled back to reveal a perfectly set stage
He will sublimely unveil it in His own directed time.

And we shall be elated at the view,
for it's against a backdrop of struggle and darkness
that the best and most moving of stories have always unfolded.

Maybe nothing truly beautiful can ever take form on earth
without the shroud of mystery and brokenness surrounding it—
at least not the kind of beauty that takes our breath away
and leaves us yearning to possess it.

"You have made known to me the path of life; You will fill me with joy
in Your presence, with eternal pleasures at Your right hand."  
~ Psalm 16:11

"O God, You are my God, earnestly I seek You; my soul thirsts for You, my body longs for You, in a dry and weary land where there is no water. I have seen You in the sanctuary and beheld Your power and Your glory. Because Your love is better than life, my lips will glorify You. I will praise You as long as I live, and in Your name I will lift up my hands. My soul will be satisfied as with the richest of foods; with singing lips my mouth will praise You. On my bed I remember You; I think of You through the watches of the night. Because You are my help, I sing in the shadow of Your wings. My soul clings to You; Your right hand upholds me."  
~ Psalm 63:1-8

"It was good for me to be afflicted so that I might learn Your decrees. The law from Your mouth is more precious to me than thousands of pieces of silver and gold."  
~ Psalm 119:71-72

"'Therefore I am now going to allure her; I will lead her into the desert and speak tenderly to her. There I will give her back her vineyards, and will make the Valley of Achor a door of hope. There she will sing as in the days of her youth...'"
~ Hosea 2:14-15
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