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"shines" poems
Sometimes your heart needs to be broken So you can see what's underneath, To the flicker and flame of your soul That you've always been destined to meet. Sometimes your spirit shines brighter Through the glimmering light of your tears, And when you arrive at the end of it all Love will outshine the darkest of years
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Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 8:08 PM UTC
Sometimes
Clock arms ***** upward while the sleepers lie in their beds thoroughly wet dreams soak the ***** thoughts in their heads Mothers obsessed with 7:00 am alarms rush their ***** teenagers to designated stops while a rising yolk shines bright in eyes of sleepy pupils who wait for a ******* on wheels to shuttle them to institutions addicted to #2 pencils
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May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 6:43 PM UTC
Average suburban kids
I know you love cheesy love songs So here’s one for you my dear You know who you are So there’s no need to fear How do you like it so far? Cause girl you’re the reason that the sun shines And why the flowers come out in spring I don’t mind if you’re mine But you’re the reason that I sing Cause the first time I saw you I knew it was love at first sight Come on I know you feel it too So move closer I won’t bite You know you’ll always be my Hallmark Girl And I’ll write you a proper song someday I promise…
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Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 3:52 PM UTC
Not Just Another Cheesy Love Song, Because I wrote This One For You
The Sun shines, the fog blinds, together they make, a rainbow in the sky. The Moon stares, into a lake, and wonders why, he's a big mistake. Why can't he be the Sun, and light up the day. Why can't he be the one, to make the bad go away. Why can't he be the light, that brightens everyones day. Instead he sits in the night, wishing the Sun would go away. The Moon glows, the stars show, a pattern of love, that lights the Earth below. To himself, the Sun confides, that he wishes, he controlled the tides. Why can't he be the Moon, and turn darkness into light. Why can't he be the one, to light up the great night. Why can't he have the grace, of being with the stars. Instead he sits up in space, wishing he could take his place. But what they both don't know is, they need each other. What they both don't know is, that they are brothers. We live in jealousy, envying each other. Please, just be thankful, and happy for others. The Sun needs the Moon, to keep the night lit bright. The Moon needs the Sun, to produce his shining light. The Sun needs the Moon, and the Moon needs the Sun. If they work together, they can be one. If they work together, they can be one. if they work together, they will be one. If we work together, we could be one. If we work together, we will be one.
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Jan 25, 2011
Jan 25, 2011 at 2:51 PM UTC
The Moon and the Sun
We waste most of the time, trying to find that one thing we all desire, happiness. But what we all do not know is, happiness lies in everything, even the littlest things. Happiness lies in a beautiful day, where the sun is up, and the sky is in a shade of blue. Happiness lies in the people we love, a lover, a friend, a family member. Happiness lies in a good cup of coffee, and a friend we share lovely conversations with. Happiness lies in wonderful moments, Happiness lies in music, the ones we dance and sing along to. Happiness lies in someone's laughter, and a smile so bright, it shines one's heart. Happiness lies in everything surrounding us.
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Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 8:27 PM UTC
Happiness
The nightsky is alike a mighty mansion of the stars which then twinkle in elegance, beauty and transience until the dawn outshines them in a graceful manner. As the night turns away from the sun and from her light, danger in our imagination could await, from the corners of our very mind. Yet the stars make up a soft blanket, a cover of the calmest of light, which could bring peace to a soul which is performing a rampage. All the constilations, all the names and forms which reveal themselves, are but a heavenly spectra for those who are nocturnal. Or for those, whom have meet the cruel fate to be allergic to the natural, straight forward, warming and blissful sunlight. There is no soul with no protector, in the nightsky such would be a bright,piercing star, standing proud,manifest its location is over you Holding many wonders, the beauty of the night comes with shooting stars, which at times shortly sweep over the heaven before fading. Wishes are made upon, hope fills their hearts, for a better future or a fulfilment of their desires, tangled up within the depth of mind. Night becomes bright once the moon shines, in its fullest posture. Becomes dark once the rainclouds drive near, calling in thunder. But most importantly, it is a time of rest, from all this earth beholds ~ Umi
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Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 1:30 AM UTC
The Nightsky
Awakens not my wolf-man to the moon For that it shines a silver discus full, For he may rise when clouds the thickest dull The round moon’s lustre, or when the clock strikes noon. One sorceress alone doth have the pow’r T’arouse the beast, and he doth her obey; And from her side the beast doth never stray,— So loveth him the witch and the witching hour. Yet, by my troth, the wolf-man hath no love For her and hers which greater is than mine: By daylight, blackest night, or moony shine, My love doth neither wax nor wane nor rove. However, unlike the love the beast doth keep, My love can’t wake, for it doth never sleep.
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Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 12:10 PM UTC
Beast
You are my star, the star that shines brightly in the night sky, you are the star that will shine forever in my eyes, You are my star to keep and admire. I wish upon a star you'll forever be mine
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Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 1:39 AM UTC
My star
The sky above me, closed in as the dark, ominous yet fascinating rainclouds have driven near, gathering together in a council. As it begins to drizzle, soft, warm and little raindrops, fall in line, gently, carelessly hitting the earth, moistening it in their line. Once in a while, as the rain gains its strengh, hitting the ground below with more speed and roughlessness in their action, Rays of the purest light, sent by the sun as it shines above the darkening sky, a sensation for ones optic nerv, a sensation for the eye, make it through and let this scene shine further more. Graceful drops, carrried and distorted by the majestic wind, Create a lovely melody on my window, as they one by one fly into it. Now as the soil is fertilised, life will surely grow from the sunlight. Alike the raindrops are carried by the wind, my mind engages with this scene, lets me fall in love with this beautiful earth. A little rain shall not be the cause of sadness, as it truly is a reminder of the moments of love wich it makes easier to determine. So I keep my gaze out of the window and enjoy the weather Until then, the sky clears up and the sun shines again. ~ Umi
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Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 5:19 PM UTC
The Rain
The air is perfumed with fresh rosemary's And the wild springs with lush berries Their presence colours the nursery with a sweet loom It bleeds into the forecast for tomorrow's gloom Nostalgia hits hard, heartbreaking and eerie For a day when I wasn't paranoid and weary Well, I'll be down by the Brighton pier Watching birds float past in lonely fear I'd love to turn away The pristine sun shines like Hades The outside scent is yellow, maybe Little daises laugh in the foreground Gardens sow a loving sound Once I could see hope in the trees And the love that whispered on the breeze Now the trees foreshadow longing And the gale howls with wronging I'd love to turn away The intimacy in my yellow tinted flowers seems to have faded And the soft orchards have been invaded My words burnt in a smouldering pile of dust And steaming with the heat of my lust I told a crowd I had something to say But the people turned away away away...
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Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 1:12 PM UTC
Yellow Tinted Flowers
Cicadas and katydids are calling Breezes blow in from my open window Roses are blooming and leaves are falling The moon's rays hitting my lawn look like snow Owls are singing from majestic trees While sweet Bluebirds are sleeping in bushes Night dances through the softly blowing breeze And Midnight silently the world hushes Dewdrops like jewels shine on roses sweet And the stars twinkle all through the calm night While the Fairies dance on enchanted feet And the moon happily shines very bright And I under my warm covers doth sleep Until pretty morning brightly doth peep. ~Marian~
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Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 12:13 PM UTC
Summer Night (Sonnet)
☾ Yesterday I cried to the moon as she wiped my tears away made my worries disappear so I could sleep again. ☼ Today I smile at the sun and it shines back on me, what a wonderful world to be alive; to be me.
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Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 8:21 AM UTC
Night Therapy
it falls through the glow of the wintry trees building a cover under the breeze luminous lights sparkle and hatch snow pack high on the briar patch pine cones fall from rustic fir squirrel and robin shuffle and stir sitka spruce at tunnel bluffs ravens roost on the cedar rough dusted peaks at hurley pass snowline cuts the avalanche fox and lynx are on the prowl hollow eyes from spotted owl cool winds up the valley trail whirling snow round diamond vale chilling flakes in candle hands moonlight shines across the land northern lights in krypton green the sounds of verve are bitter sweet curtains hang from a cold dark sky counting stars, a lullaby
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Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 12:17 AM UTC
January, on its knees
Inside the great big global village not everything is rosy even a cat knows it a leaf can sniff it. The Moon shines not in every night nor God promised always a blue sky. Still the roses bloom Cinderella has the lot the reasons to groom. The richest among the folks turns philanthropist in the globe. The wisest among the men celebrate the era for it’s the civilisation at its peak. Hooray what now triumphs at last is the wisdom and humanity! Really? O please tell me? Not very far, nor for much, just because some differ in faith mothers and fathers left in pain. Not because they are to lose Rohingyan sun nor the land beneath their feet but in no time their sons and daughters can be put to death into fire that too before their eyes before the silent established world!
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Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 11:32 PM UTC
Cries of the Innocents (Rohingya)
today, i wore it again and people complimented me they say red is my color and it suits me. today, it's too thick and dark did i overapply no, it's the right amount just enough to make them think i'm fine. today, i look at myself in the mirror, and they're right red shines on me, so i applied another layer, and another until my lips felt too thick, but my eyes still see the scars beneath it.
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Oct 12, 2019
Oct 12, 2019 at 1:42 AM UTC
red lipstick
Sliver of silver moonlight beams. From the other side of the  window gleams. Shines so bright in this dark lit room. But I cant get out of this awful gloom. Heart aches and I feel it cracking. But I cant think of reasons for it to be happening. I hate myself and I'm so ******* sad. I'm no good at anything and it makes me mad. I cant make music, I'm an awful writer. I have no degree so I'm impossible to hire. I grew up never knowing what to do. With no interests, talents, or will to give clue. I'm stuck as an adult with what feels like no future. I'm stuck in my head and I feel like a loser. I don't know anything and I hate myself. Wish there was a way to escape this hell.
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May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 12:26 AM UTC
Struggling with Self Hate Again
They say that God lives very high; But if you look above the pines You cannot see our God; and why? And if you dig down in the mines, You never see Him in the gold, Though from Him all that’s glory shines. God is so good, He wears a fold Of heaven and earth across His face, Like secrets kept, for love, untold. But still I feel that His embrace Slides down by thrills, through all things made, Through sight and sound of every place; As if my tender mother laid On my shut lids her kisses’ pressure, Half waking me at night, and said, “Who kissed you through the dark, dear guesser?”
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A Child’s Thought Of God
The moon shines a cool blue tonight as we entwine our fingers, laying on the baseball field beneath diamond heavens. We lie in silence, in the moments when the Universe reveals itself, and contemplate the distances between one celestial body to another, the space between us growing as I turn south to find Orion while you seek Cassiopeia in the north. Shooting stars cross the sky, and we wish separately on dead stars and dead dreams, lights already grown red and extinguished as we whisper in the dark, passing between phases. And in the end we're all left searching.
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Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 8:51 PM UTC
Red-Shifted
Your beauty is like an exquisite flower Growing ontop of the highest mountain Peaking at the very height of its power Your Beauty is like Art To where all may see in awe Entering my heart You have not a single flaw Your beauty flows like a river Following the way of the stream Glowing slightest glimmer Only seen in our dreams Your beauty shines bright From whom we cannot wait Glistening in the moon light Meeting you was considered fate Your beauty makes us speechless Unable to say a word When we are with you, we are sleepless While we try to talk, it comes out slurred Your beauty cannot be described Words couldn't touch the surface This love I feel inside Never can I stop being nervous You are gorgeous in every single way Loving you will be my duty Unable to be kept away This... is... the... power... of... Your Beauty
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Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 1:31 AM UTC
*Your Beauty*
Our  own meeting has no end , no outer shell, it does not float. It only searches within its depths to find a bottom to pitch its anchor and looses itself within the  colours of an ever changing earth. Without air it gets carried away and shines like a fire, unquenched and remote from evil tongues and envious eyes. Ostracizing dark thoughts and delighting within its womb. It remembers from always and lives on  forever and within the moonlit dust it travels upon wings. An aura which is immaterial and wonders intoxicated it sings you an icy lullaby..
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Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 4:07 PM UTC
OUR MEETING
The stress from today Travels with me again tomorrow Like weights on my shoulders Unable to be thrown off Until daylight shines Lifting it away But not for very long Because the stress from yesterday Starts again tomorrow.
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Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 4:58 AM UTC
Stress
Two decades and still You're the Lighthouse On the shore of my heart Decades may turn into centuries And you will still be the same Lighthouse Spreading your rays into the walls Of my heart Centuries may turn into eternity And you will be the Lighthouse That forever shines Into the hearts of those Who will remember our story You are the Lighthouse I am the sea And this is our story.
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Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 11:19 PM UTC
The Lighthouse
forgive the sun its jealousy unlike you it only shines for half the day
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Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 6:56 PM UTC
forgive the sun
I am having writer's block and experiencing all this anger and hunger and love and regret, I feel like I just don't have a bowl for all these incredible feelings. I just don't have enough respect for words anymore. I want to make a cake out of this psychedelia and I don't even have a sweet tooth. Where do I put all of it? Not how.... where? I feel like drinking water without pills is vain. Air left in my stomach makes my mind a ****** stalker who'll chase you down the road suddenly have concussions and die in front of you and make you call the police for a whole new different reason. Writer's block is ghost town and I am still human without a soul. How to die beautifully? Perhaps when the sun shines the brightest in the dusk burning everyone more than ever.
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Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 2:10 AM UTC
how to die beautifully