Secrets blowing in the wind
Another gift, another lift
Words whispered from the soul
Echoing in the chamber of my heart
Looking ahead to the dreams we'll have
It's what we believe in
No turning back
Chosen ----- Frozen
Lost in love
Lost in life
Wiping away all the tears
Soothing all our fears
Together our friendship
will survive the test of time
Copyright © Tim Smith
I wait for you
The one who will search me
with tender eyes
See the person I am inside, and love me
Yet challenge me to be better
The one who will wonder
about my thoughts
Let me take my time
Find gold, laced between my lines
Know me in my silence
The one who will stand by me, proudly
No matter how foolish I might be sometimes
Laugh with me through crazy moments
Or feel my pain, and cry with me
Then dry my tears …
The one who will understand
Not seeing them as failures
Stand up for me when I can’t
While teaching me to be strong
The one who needs me
As much as I need him
The one who will let me in
Copyright © Becca Teagan
I cannot give you solutions to all life’s problems,
Nor do I have answers to your doubts or fears
But I can listen to you and share it with you
I cannot change neither your past nor your future.
But when you need me I’ll be by your side.
I cannot prevent you from stumbling
I can only offer you my hand to hold on to you so you won’t fall.
Your joys, your victories, your successes are not mine.
But I truly enjoy it when I see you happy.
I do not judge the decisions you take in life.
I constrain myself to support you, to stimulate and to help you if you ask me to.
I cannot draw limits for you within which you must act,
But I can offer you the space needed to grow.
I cannot avert your sufferings when some pain is breaking your heart.
But I can cry with you and pick up the pieces to armour it again.
I cannot tell you who you are, nor who you should be.
I can only love you as you are and be your friend.
This was originally written in 1997.
The Silent One.
Copyright © Silent One
Speak to me in volumes of raining sheets
Empty your blotter and write me a poem
Use your feather quill your wax seal amp
And draw me in with words upon my door
Let the beauty of what you love, be what you do
Let your emotions flow from your heart
Let your blood transform into ink
Unfold the myths of the mystic, don't be silent
Speak to me in single lines my friend
Use the power of your words to inspire
Send parables of truth and blessings
Learn my ways, and give the rose her ray
The rose's mystical petals will heal you
Steal your silence and restore your speech
Your words will become your legacy,
what once was your pain, will be your cure.
Collaboration with Mystic Rose
27 August 2015
Copyright © Silent One
Looking down my tree lined street
the setting sun casts her glow
upon the Chestnuts, Maples, and Oaks
dressed in worn out yellow ribbons
telling the story of friendship and loss
strength and courage.
How there was hope and there were dreams.
That life wouldn't pull us apart.
There was community and passion
and smiles each time you went through that revolving door.
We prayed, yes we prayed for us that we wouldn't lose you
that we wouldn't be missing someone so true.
I raise my head up to the skies
washing away a lingering tearful cry
and remember ....
Your amiable soul, dynamic, invincible and unique
Your stupendous dose of humor, indulging, infectious and unstoppable.
Your enthusiasm to give, to share, and your boundless care
Your friendship, a treasure trove of trust worth.
Wherever you were, there was harmony, and a breath of fresh air
You were a friend, who never postponed one minute of life
You used every minute to fill ours with joy
I raise my head high and remember
i remember the moment my laughter died
that moment when I asked why
Why are the good, the chosen ones, to suffer for others 'evil
Why do they go first, why do they die young
Why are they now far, so far ?
In that moment of helplessness and doubt
In that moment when faith was provoked
I cried like a child, I didn t need another hero,
I just wanted my friend back
I wanted him so bad to be near, to survive
Once again I raised my head,
I got lost in the sky,
And I swear I saw him with these eyes
And I swear, I heard him with these ears
He said, 'Death is not for the living, I am so much alive '
Then, it was night !
I raised up my head, and a luminous star lit
my once darkened sky with warm breezing light.
Copyright © Cupids Arrow
How do I tell you that you’re beautiful?
How can I be different?
How can I express my attraction?
When columns upon
Of testosterone filled wolves
Dressed in rented Italian suits
And discolored, mesh sneakers
Speak similar flirtatious dialect
Will this baby scented Sunflower do the trick?
I picked it from my walled Garden of Eden.
I spent 4 years mending these butterfly coated petals,
Solely for this moment
How can I express my need for your smile?
When tattered paper donations have been sent
To elicit short-term, newlywed goose bumps upon your flesh
May I have this dance?
You’ve never heard this sensual ballad.
But, it’s an element of my Spoken Word
Waiting for your translation
I await your palms,
Because this is not a Man’s world
This can be ours.
But, will you leap off from trampoline’s corazon?
My syllables are in your hands.
My book is within your misunderstood palm paths.
If you’re going to read between my lines,
Do not be illiterate to my heartbeats.
©Drake J. Eszes
Copyright © Drake Eszes
"When humanity becomes louder than love, stay out of its way. At times, it's better to be the lion in the distance, rather than the sheep losing their way...again."
This was the 1st time
I felt out of place.
Its impact mimicked abused parallelograms
Unto emptiness’ solution
I witness sliced wrists shedding bohemian smiles.
Latching onto anchors of invalid mo(u)rning
There was no sunrise to be found,
Because humanity kept making love to silhouetted blinders
I was surrounded by shovels
For the sake of digging louder messages’ trench
Caress incipient wings
And half-full Windex bottles
Just to keep perception from clouding my lyrics
Because nobody wants to see eye to eye…
…cataract-laced speeches permeate tainted whispers
Of an innocent breath
For B-rated serendipity
Oh, this was the 1st time
I felt out of place.
Turning away from windowed afflictions
To step towards gratitude’s breath
No longer looking in
How good it feels.
Yet, I still miss my friends.
©Drake J. Eszes
Copyright © Drake Eszes
Though we’ve never met
I comprehend your beautiful words
I feel your pleasant persona
Never a mean word to be said
I ache from your kindness
Making others feel ten feet tall
Picking me up when I may fall
Talent beyond compare
Are you brunette or fair?
But that wouldn’t matter to me
If I never had the chance to see you face to face
Your wonderful personality I could never forget
You’ve help build a community of friends
Steady and true
I wish you peaceful skies of cobalt blue
Fields of flowers brushed in rainbow colors
I pray for love from God above
For you and your family beloved
Know that you touched lives that may not have been touched
You changed someone
And brought me a new reason to write
You’re an inspiration and a friend
And you’ve touched my heart polite
Gratitude pours forth
Written for and about Sharon Weimer !
Copyright © Laura Mckenzie
Nauseated thoughts about colourless, odourless, demeaning and hurtful words
replay in my head, making me feel so small .
They swell in my mind, twisting my stomach, urging me to throw-up
poisonous venom of false accusations you've pumped in my blood -stream.
But I know , that after I'll regurgitate this heartache you've caused, I will be relieved.
I will celebrate the accomplishment of living without thinking of your existence.
This time there'll be no effort to repair, nor would I feel the need to defend myself
for things I didn't do.This time I'll take no wrong decisions
No, I will not be coming back to you , to your illusional lies'parasites.
No, I will not clinch to memories of better times and inseperable moments
Of sugar- coat sweetness and diabetic aftermath .
My subconscious will memorize , but only the final act of your dramatic moods.
Our friendship is at permanent loss, but I won't waste precious time
scattering its ashes, nor mourning its death.
No, there'll be no regret. I 'll embrace new rose-gardens
without feeling bruised , without feeling used, after all has been done and said.
Fiction poem - just in case : ) ! Though in reality not all friends
we so call friends are true.
Copyright © Charmaine Chircop
A poem in honour of a lovely lady named Jan,
She writes poetry but was never sure about her talent.
She didn't think that she could do it
but now she knows she can.
I wanted her to embrace poetry
and learn to have faith in herself,
to write and show her work,
not just to leave it on the shelf.
She's in her element now she shares,
in her words it shows she cares.
Her feet barely touching the ground,
The bonus too, is undoubtably,
the great friendships that she's found.
It's truly wonderful to see my friend
stretching out her wings
and enjoying all the benefits
sharing her poetry brings.
Copyright © Jenny brewer
Ozzie and Ben
sitting at the picnic table
as sunshine danced on the board
chess match underway
lasted all day, every day
till knights and pawns cast long shadows
elders’ eyes straining
they would bid farewell
violet sunsets escorted them home
many stories they shared
some repeated, but neither cared
one brisk fall morning
Ben waited for his friend
hours on end
until the orb began to sink
fading light from the spectral sunset
an usher of regret
Ben sauntered past Ozzie's home
black wreath on the door, a herald of loss
Ben cast chess pieces on the street
no longer wanted to compete
after that day
Ben’s zest for life faded away
sun made its daily journey across the sky
but Ben rarely rose from his bed
twilight hours found him there still
recounting the past
tales he and Ozzie had told
in his mind never grew old
Ben realized the sun would continue on
although he could not do the same
memories locked within his heart
shadowed recollections of a fallen chess king
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire
“If I have to cry to keep you, I will keep weeping.”- The Temptations
If our atmosphere
Becomes a shattered animosity
If our cumulus clouds
Become wrecking balls against our Sun
If the touch of your hands,
Turns into rabid, feline tongue
If your messages of clarity & “I love you”
Translate into a Mime’s distress signal
If the sway of your rosemary breaths
I ask you
Would your love
Your real love
Make me shed oceanic leaks
While you ride leaky canoe
Above our water garden
Never tossing raft
Never diving in
To become my lighthouse savior
Make you embrace torment’s cry
Nor should love
With muted stanzas
“Return to Sender”
©Drake J. Eszes
Copyright © Drake Eszes
You, who are so perfect in my eyes, so beautiful- adorable, and I, so flawed, ugly, damaged and crawling with defects; why do you enjoy my company?
You, who are so sleek and slender, humming with a quiet intellect and a serenity about you, and I, so grossly overweight and pretentiously boastful and nervous; how can you abide my company?
You, who are a paragon of patience, so understanding and self-assured, and I, so insanely impulsive, so myopic and brimming with self-doubt; how do you stand my company?
You, who are so sweet, so considerably kind, so thoughtful and generous, and I, so bitter, so selfish, so self-absorbed; why do you choose my company?
You, who are so self-composed, full of self-control, so sound and stable, and I, so very neurotic, so completely compulsive and verily volatile; how can you tolerate my company?
You, who are so diligent, so driven and ambitious, so achieving, and I, so lackadaisically lazy, so uninspired, so complacent; why do you settle for my company?
You, who are ethical, so moral, so very virtuous, and I, so corrupt, so unprincipled, so wholly wicked; how can you endure my company?
You, who are so normal, so well-adjusted, so conventional, and I, so maniacal, so unbalanced and irrational; why do you condone my company?
You, who are bubbling with charm, who loves unconditionally and is absolutely accepting, and I, boiling with rage, fueled by misanthropy and incredibly intolerant; how can you welcome my company?
That you love and accept me for who and what I am, is a treasure beyond measure. I cherish your company, but why you cherish mine is something I cannot fathom. All I know is that I love you, my dear, beloved friend.
**This was written for two very dear friends: Karen and Tommy :)
***I also love palindromes ;)
*****FREE VERSE OLD AND NEW ENTRY
Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet
Tell me that this fear is just paranoia in my mind,
we're not straining, we're not struggling,
we're not sinking, we're just fine.
I'm not perfect my dearest, but damn have I tried,
and I'll try harder but I know I'll have the same results every time.
Do you want me all the ways that I am?
With all the struggles and the tears and the clinging to your hand.
I fear your getting further and Im left on the shore to stand,
watching you in the distance with a bullet in my hand.
Tell me all this worry, its just clutter in my mind,
tell me not to worry that we're doing just fine.
Cause Im scared to run you off and I feel Im falling deep.
And Im so frightened of these thoughts that its getting hard to sleep.
All I know is that the heart wants what it desires,
because of you the match inside has turned into a fire.
And I feel the broken glass thats sticking from my skin,
Wondering if you'll remove the pain or push it back in.
My hearts frantic wondering if you feel the same,
pleading and begging for more than just a saying,
but to feel and to see that im not alone,
with being in this love thats overwhelming.
Once I told you that we didnt have a spark,
but you were lighting up and I was sitting in the dark.
And this fire, this blaze its wrapped in desire.
Im terrified to lose you, I think I might die or,
maybe disappear from all the pieces falling out,
im going crazy but when i open my mouth, nothing comes out,
and I cant explain to you why I just need to hold you close,
why every time you leave Im scared to let you go,
why these tears are building up behind my eyes,
all I know is that the heart wants what it desires
and it desires to be your wife.
So tell me in my panic, that your words are true,
tell my my dearest what I mean to you,
tell me that this paranoia is all within my mind
we're not struggling, we're not sinking tell me we're just fine
Copyright © Jay Loveless
You never really knew the beauty of your soul.
Of how it is possible to be both old and young
within the same body that tells about the years past,
but can put to shame so many of today’s indolent youth.
How were you able to retain such innocence,
for only a child can categorically say such abhorrence
of one type of food even with the knowledge that it is good?
Yet words of deep understanding pour forth from the same mouth.
When the gift to listen was showered upon the earth
you must have paid attention, for you have it in abundance
“To hear is normal, to listen, a gift, to understand...a miracle”*
One who would care to keep these words would understand. You do.
You are sensitive. Who would have thought it so?
You have that amazing capacity to command words to your bidding
and just the right touch of irreverence to twist them when it suits you.
Still and all, you feel the wound deeply and I’d hate to be the cause of it.
I tried to look into your heart through your words.
Words which were already read by many before I entered the scene
yet they did not see the sadness, the dark that lurked in the corner of your light -
They were too mesmerized by the laughter, to see the crosses in your eyes.
*John W. Wulf, author of the book The Lady Who Loves the Whisper
1. The Poetry Soup Poem of the Week - 02 August to 08 August, 2015
2. The Crosses In Your Eyes Contest - 3rd Place , 29 July 2015
Sponsor: Justin Bordner -
Kim Patrice Nunez
27 July 2015
Copyright © Kim Patrice Nunez
You want to fade away?
Want to be that distant star
That brings about perplexity
It’s not who you are
You were never intended to be
Just a distant star
Your light shines through
Without you knowing
Those around you feel your warmth
Others see it,
Others wonder; in amazement
What creates the radiance?
Your natural glow
Like a second skin –
Without drowning those around you
Adequate provision to make them feel
The wealth of being treasured
Without losing their identity
Fading away is impossible
You shine without being overbearing
Just enough to make everyone feel loved
Copyright © Wilma Neels
A path strewn thick with rusty leaves
led to nowhere and everywhere in our fantasies,
rescuing us from after school chores
and homework pages wrinkled in time;
a memory come and gone returns to me.
Back home, under a row of willow trees, I weep
for my childhood friend, for the innocence lost,
I thought I could keep, for the faded line
between joy and pain that suddenly
comes with age; I close moist eyes to see
you dancing in rain showers and climbing up
rays of sunlight, imagination uncaged;
running carefree for hours - just us, two,
whether skies were shades of gray or blue.
We said forever, a pinky swear I remember,
naïve in our make-believe world. How many years
passed by, distance growing between you and I?
A phone call once-in-a-while became just
a Christmas card once-a-year. I hope you always
knew the truth, I loved you, my dear friend.
Time cannot erase our laughter caught
on the autumn breeze and the childhood secrets
shared on that path strewn thick with rusty leaves,
trodden bare each year come fall of winter snow.
Our laughter now echoes in dreams, chaffing
the row of willow trees still sulking low,
moss brushing tears in timeless beauty,
waiting for you to come home.
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
Does the past really matter?
Does it set you free?
I’m absorbed in the sin,
That is surrounding him and me.
Lost in the curiosity,
Cold to the touch.
Drenched in the poison,
With my dignity in his clutch.
Feeling like I was cheated;
I chose the evil instead of light.
I traded in the sunshine,
For what lurks in the night.
I disobeyed his orders,
I gave up security to be unsure.
I went against the warnings,
Gave into darkness instead of remaining pure.
Once my bed was made of soft grass,
But now it is made of stone.
Was plump from all of the luscious fruit,
Now I’m starving to the bone.
My curse is one of circumstance.
The punishment a crime,
I’m stuck inside this dampened cave,
For the rest of time.
My world came crashing down,
The grief has not subsided.
My heart broke completely,
When my sons collided.
My misery a token,
From the abandonment I earned.
Upon the time spent in sorrow,
There was a lesson to be learned.
Have I found the moral?
Only in time we shall see,
For all I did was eat an apple-
From the Knowledge tree.
Copyright © Alyssa Waters
it seems too long ago
yet I’ll never forget
that sad Christmas when I cried
a friend had hurt me deeply
he was an alcoholic,
someone you knew far better than I did
I thought I’d never smile again
you sent me your number
we talked for hours
do you know how much it meant
can you believe you saved my holiday spirit
a great writer you’ve always been
but to me, you are far more
you are a lighthouse in stormy seas
that casts a bright path to rise from despair
a twinkling angel with multi-colored lights
had already been packed to mail
when I read of the hardship you now endure
you need to know you have a friend
just as I did that Christmas
and at least one other time when I called
you listened, you cared
I found your beautiful soul
your angel, a symbol of our friendship,
will soon be on its way to you
a woman who never says anything unkind,
your compassion knows no bounds
this time it’s an angel who will cast the light
when twinkling on your holiday tree
next to the butterfly ornament you loved so much
an angel will watch over you
*Dedicated to Catie Lindsey, one of the kindest people I’ve ever met.
She took the time to save me one Christmas Day and another time
when it seemed life gave me more than I could endure.
I am always here for you and consider you a very dear friend.
We should talk soon. Love you!
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire
She curled up with me on the bed, and laughed insanely
I looked at her in marvel, wondering what on earth had gotten into her
“Why are you laughing?” I asked my eyes wide in surprise.
She giggled, and wrapped her arm around me playfully…
“You and I…we’re just so different…how can you be so preserved?
How can you be so calm, when the world begs for your bite?
How can you not wriggle your toes when he teases your heart?
Do you not see he has fallen so in love with you?
How can you not tell him? Relish him? Hold him?
You’re so coy…so thoughtful….talented….so beautiful,
And yet you do not see you can have it all,
You can have him as your own,
You can kiss him, feel him, and melt in his embrace,
Knowing that you are worth everything to him…
Yet, here you are, with me,
Sitting so, in your dark contemplations…rattling for life’s pumping purpose
With this silly, simple, raunchy, cackling little thing…
Rooting you on….griping for your successes…”
I looked at her lovingly, leaning into her sudden strange hold
“We are different…and that is what I love about us,” I said softly,
Looking up at the ceiling, then out the window for no particular reason…
I guess in my silence, being me I wanted to look mysterious,
Wanted to wrestle with her brain a little
“I am never calm…for in our world, we feed on not exactly knowing,
He surrounds my mind and soul with seductive kisses,
Not from those heavenly lips of his, but from his very soul…
I talk to him him in riddles, not from my tongue, but with my life
I hold him high, not with my hands, but with my affectionate gaze…
In those moments, everything is neither his nor mine…
We need nothing but that reassurance….that acceptance….it is so rare it makes me rattle….
Because…that is life’s purpose, right there, in that ecstasy of soaring psyche…
In that spark of fondness, where our very hearts pump permission to ascend…”
She smiled, almost sadly, gazing where I now gazed…
“I love the words you speak,
I only wish I can see it through your eyes,
I am so simple…so dull….
If only I can feel the way you feel,
Write the way you write…
Would I be happier, as I seize life,
Or if I allowed life to seize me?”
“These words, they are yours, my friend…
As long as you exist in the divine luck of living, you will feel such reverie
Beyond the wistful want of touch, taste, and smell…
Beyond the grand grip of what brings you most joy…
Life will flow brazenly in your grasp, without need of seizing
Without a squeeze or a forceful grab for more…
He will be yours….and this will make you glow so beautifully…
You are much more than you give yourself credit for….
And, by the way, no simpleton cackles like a maniac…
And no maniac is ever dull…”
She chortled, smacking my arm, as we lay back against the single bed
And she fell asleep right there, with a smile on her face
Drifting into dreams… the tender conversation that leads to discovery
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal
You are the smell before rain
You are the blood in my veins
I need to get you out of my system,
bleed it out by the blade
You are an incurable disease
You are the cancer consuming me
I need to get you out of my head,
but I can only lie on my death bed
You are the ghost of my reminiscing
You are the piece that is missing
I need to come to terms inside
Perhaps we'll cross paths in the next life
Copyright © Ranice Roo
Sunday morning coffee
attracted to this screen
soupland is my toffee
my java needs no cream
Where we all chew on our pencil's
our pen's no longer quill's
we hack this keyboard wonder
exciting mental thrill's
We read eachothers thought's
emotions never drought
constant rain,a train of verse
I find myself immersed
Sharing our complaints and want's
but never do we point or taunt
we may occasion disagree
but that's what makes you,you,me...me
Freedom of expression
with a touch of cool discretion
allows this site for us to write
feeling neither wrong nor right
I enjoy my time spent sharing
even if it might be much
but if I might be daring
on subject's lightly touched
So to all my friends at soupland
I say thank you,extended hand
a place where we grow together
and weather this world's whatever's......
Copyright © jay del fierro
Koorosh the Great, Friend
All of my heart
Or one Monsoon
No amount, no grandeur
Can express the sorrow
Oh yes, I am sad, I am saddened
I am in sorrow
I am swimming in the darkness
I am missing something
That can not be said in words
Koorosh the great was a prophecy
For only now have we seen
The truth of greatness
Not by Victory, but by kindness
We are blessed to have seen
How simple life can be
Love your life
Bring everyone laughter
Create, envision and dream
Everyone who knows you feels special
Your father taught you well
Kindness that transcended generations
In the end
A humble man
No god could make him bitter
He was as he always was and more
A kind man
Only when you remove a tree from the garden
Do you realize
The tree was the garden
The flowers bloomed for the tree
The people sought shade and comfort
Quietly, I weep
For his family
If all great leaders followed his path
What a beautiful world we would have
Corey, you are missed
Notes: Dedicated to my friend Corey Fazel who just recently passed away before his time. Corey, you will be missed by many many people. It is you with your friendly pertinence that got me to swim, and that alone has changed my life, I will remember the many evenings and dinners we talked about all things under the sun.
MSA is Multiple System Atrophy, a terrible and debilitating disease that attacks the nervous system. It has many of the symptoms of Parkinson, however from onset one has very few years of life left.
Copyright © arthur vaso
I don't have nothing really to post right now
However, I will read your poems first,
In hopes inspiration follows and falls into place
Please do not think I'm here to drop a bomb
It's just a fair warning on how, I'm here
"To Rock Your World"
Allow me kindly to introduce myself,
I'm as Sweet as they come
I'm not the enemy, but a poet friend
In time you will see, and hunger my name
I'm not new to any poetry world
In time you will notice I am not your average girl
I will play fair, If you do
I'll be true to you, if you are true
I'm not here to judge what I can't see
However, I will reply and enjoy the imagery
This Destroyer is not like a lawyer
However, mess with me or my sis
I'll chew you out like the D.E.A.
I'll mess with your mind
A brain storm cleaning you from bottom to top
I am the POET DESTROYER
Admiring those who love the world of wordplay
Today, I will end my WORDS
With the quote I've always wanted to say
"I am no poet!"
Copyright © Poet Destroyer A
I carry our friendship in my mind
And like a “Welcome Home” banner
It warms my heart.
When I see flowers in bloom
I think of your poetry;
How your words paint such colorful,
Even on the greyest of days
They brighten my world,
Shed light on my emotions,
Lift my spirits, and give comfort to my soul.
We are kindred spirits in our love of nature,
The gift of children and the wonder of the
Animal kingdom, how it nurtures us in love,
Inspires us to want to share through
Poetry the beauty of this planet.
When you write of waterfalls
I feel the cool mist on my face.
When you write of trees
I see their lovely trunks and limbs
And how closely they resemble people.
When you write about the wayward wind
An awesome chill cloaks my body.
As you relate the power of the moon
I feel her tug at my emotions and
Her authority as she reigns over the seas.
The contrast of serenity and excitement
Abound when you speak of the sparkling
Stars, their soft glow or burst of beauty as they
Burn a bright light through a cobalt sky.
Tears of joy stream down my smiling face
As you describe the sunrise and sunset
In a rainbow of hues from silver to scarlet.
It leaves me breathless in awed elation.
Each season offers a new delight in what you write
And our friendship grows deeper and more
Meaningful with each creation.
When you write of love, I feel loved.
You are a blessing and a joy in my life.
I carry our friendship in my mind.
© 2011 Connie Marcum Wong
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong
Because I am the only one!
I can never be no one, because I am the only one!
Who is that unique me that's replaceable by none!
You say you could easily replicate me as my clone!
But it wouldn't be a real me, only one mere drone!
I am bonded into relationships with my kith and kin!
That wouldn't be just the same even if I had a twin!
I think and feel like no other does, you like it or not!
I have left my mark on the world, a soft sweet spot!
If I weren't there, a difference it would surely make!
What I have said and done, no one could ever fake!
When I am no more there, I might be soon forgotten!
I'd be woven in the thread of time, as a wisp of cotton!
The seeking eyes would always find me in my imprints!
Connect and my eternal presence will give you my hints!
I was there when we were created, I will be there forever!
Times and places would change, my identity would never!
So let us treasure each other as one of a kind, just as we are!
We all shine in the galaxy of creation, each one of us is a star!
Why should then we think of becoming adversaries not friends?
When we're paintings of the same colors in our distinct blends!
Let us live in eternal peace, whoever and wherever we may be!
Because we know we are are the only ones, whether you or me!
Poetry by Dr. Asghar Nazeer (LinkedIn profile http://sa.linkedin.com/in/drasgharnazeerlinkedinprofile)
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Copyright © Asghar Nazeer
You are the wild flower in my palm
With no stem to keep you anchored to this covetous earth
You are the fragile thing I dare not cup,
As your petals whittle away under the wind
And flit unfettered in the air;
Exaggerated fear leaves my fingers numb
Hungry need leaves my fingers twitching
And my hand is paralyzed by turmoil
As every breath of wind takes another petal from me
And brings to my lungs, my chest and my heart
An overwhelming scent of need-
You are the wild beauty in my palm
And I dare not hold you to my chest
For I fear to crush you
To know first hand
That caged beauty, is beauty no more.
Copyright © Samir Georges
We often take our blessings for granted the same goes for friendships
From ashes of pain inside deep hurt tears flowing ache washed with hope
Friendship is precious not only when you are sad, but also in the sunshine
In the night sky flickering starlight shines a candle of never ending clarity
I will listen if you need me, I never stopped believing love sings forever
Oh why have you forsaken me crying inside a thousand songs
If finding times hard, you will need someone who brightens up your day
Blowing from the deepest sands silently warm fingers touching a whisper
Supported by words of compassion
Love have charity show mercy to my soul
Anytime you're lost or can't see the light
There's never no grounds to hate but shameful emotions weep
Life is worth living when it’s made of good feelings
Tears falling within happy memories always yearning
Written by Liam Mcdaid & A-L Andresen 01.03.2015
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Copyright © Anne Lise Andresen
Place your head on my shoulder,
let it stay there
and we'll just breathe
Pluck the sadness from the air,
unravel that ball of worry...
We'll find that knot
that started it all,
and wave ribbons
in the air
We'll let those colors swirl
around each other,
we'll blend them...
then weave them
into a tapestry
that comforts us
in the end
if it turns out
are full of tangles
a lot of thread
So place your hand in mine,
let it stay there,
and we'll weave
Copyright © binibining P.iNk
Sometimes I am happy, sometimes I am sad.
Sometime I sing, sometimes I stammer
Sometimes I dance on the music of my soul, Sometimes I dance on the fingers of
one single person
Sometimes I expect so much from others; sometime I myself can’t meet my own
Sometime I make fun of others and feel bad later, sometimes life makes fun of me
and I smile
Sometime I win and sometimes I lose, sometimes I don’t even understand whether I
won or lost.
Sometimes I laugh as if whole world is with me,
Sometimes I cry as if I am alone wandering in a strange land
Sometimes I give up so easily
Sometimes I work so hard that no one can stop me to achieve what I want
Sometimes I am dynamic person, who wants to change the world,
And sometimes I am a kid who expects anyone to embrace him tightly.
Sometimes I feel happy about the achievement of my enemy
Sometime I feel dejected with my own success.
Sometimes I help others and show them the right path
Sometimes I feel totally helpless and don’t know where to go
Sometimes I ask god to please give my past back
Sometimes I pray to show me the way forward
Life is composed of SOMETIMES and I just flow with that.
U admit or not but you are also sailing on the same boat.
So join me and enjoy it EVERYTIME as SOMETIMES life is very short!
Copyright © Rajat Singhal