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Hussein Dekmak Aug 2021
Feeling good is:
Greeting a stranger with a smile,
Chatting with your elderly neighbor's,
And treating them with care and compassion.

Soothing another's pain,
Feeding hungry stomachs,
Standing with the oppressed,
Rendering service to others for no return.

Exploring a new idea,
Enriching your knowledge,
Reflecting and pondering,
Planting the seeds of positive change.

Listening to the whispers of love,
Inspiring the next generation,
Being around intelligent people,
Enjoying the company of soft-hearted friends.

Restoring people's shattered dreams,
Be their candle and their lifeboat,
Listening to the cries of innocent souls,
And showing them the way to a new dawn.

Lifting the spirit of the broken-hearted,
Delivering them through a helping hand,
Dressing your soul in a garment of giving.
Lifting your voice to be the champion of the forgotten.

Counting your blessings,
Reciting your prayers,
Contemplating the universe,
Listening to nature’s songs with muted words.

Hussein Dekmak
Edited
If you wanted me to go shopping with you
I would say yes
To every dress
As lovers, I'd want to put them on you
You'll come out of the fitting room and I'll have to cross my leg over my excitement
From how attractive you are
Don't insult yourself
My body and mind thinks the complete opposite
Ryan Holden May 2017
Unhinged circus,
Requires perfect masquerade,
Before gymnasts leap,
Into Cinderella's world,
Spiralling into fame.

Before presenters go on stage,
And broadway groups dance,
Into undreamt wonders,
As actors rise and fall,
Her maple core remains.

As years elapse,
Girls become Women,
Perfect maple figure unscathed,
Always anticipating moments,
Of celebration, love and sorrow.

But most of all,
I still can't fathom,
How the dressing table speaks,
Invaluable untold stories.
Storm Raven Aug 2015
When I dress up in completely black, they maybe get the message, and leave me alone, or maybe help me.
Are twenty words poems a thing? I have no idea, but I wrote one anyway.
Jessica-Amaya Aug 2014
My life isn't the most fascinating but I live it

I don't dress the cutest but I wear what I wear with confidence

I'm not rich but I'm grateful for what I have

I fight with my family sometimes but I know I'm just lucky to have a family

My life isn't the best nor the worst but its okay and I love it....well most of the time
sian b Apr 2014
"you've gotten bigger."
you say to me
as we eat at the same tree
that we have eaten at since grade 7.

"your hair looks horrible"
you say to me
as we get ready to go
to his party.

"your acne is coming back"
you say to me
as we get ready for prom
and our dates.

and one day
i skip lunch
and you ask why
and i shrug.

and one day
i curl my hair for the first time
and you as why
and i shrug.

and one day
i wear lots of make up
and you ask why
and i shrug.

but that night
i slit my wrist
and swallowed pills
instead of dressing up.

why you might ask?
because i'm horrendous
inapplicable
disgusting.

don't you remember
the days you reminded me?
well here you go.
i hate the ending
well the last 2 stanzas
H W Erellson Dec 2013
I wake up in the morning
And slip on a pair of boots
But I realise apart from this
I am naked
So I dress and undress and dress again
But now I’m wearing no boots
So I think and I dress again
But no I have no voice
So I undress and pace and dress
But now I am the opposite ***;
Now a dog; a cat; a door

(this is all very complicated and confusing
Let me assure you that.)

So I try again
But these are childs clothes
Now there are no clothes

So I return to bed where I am ****.
For Frank O' Hara, the man who built New York.

— The End —