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Premium Member Nymphs On Midday Protest - Five Lines

NYMPHS ON MIDDAY PROTEST


Crystal nymphs frolic at day-spring
Unto puffs, upon hush of blossom breast
sliding and gliding like dangling strings
Chilling the fever of midday protest
soft-sweet rest as all sleeps at their nest
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Sponsor	Sara Kendrick
Contest Name	Five Lines/ Metaphors And Simile
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O.E. Guillermo
9:20 pm, June 22, 2015

Midday Sun

midday sun....we cover....our shadows
© Kash Poet  Create an image from this poem.

Midday Siesta

Beneath a pleasant
Sun and a gentle gust, I
Doze in peace on grass


Midday Nap

At stark midday

           The guava tree's swishing leaves
   
Rustles my sleep


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- So I opened my soup and read a few poetry. It eased my mind back into warmth. And now 
I'm tired again, and more equipped to take on mid day dreams.

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Midday

Midday. A sea of sun
I’m looking for my shadow
Have I lost it?
© Betim Muco  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Midday Sun

cardboard window frayed
sun shards reaching basement floor…
       handcuff chafing wrist
© David Mohn  Create an image from this poem.


Midday Mayhem

A cowboy, and his horse with no name,
    One day rode into town, seeking fame.
    Where he shot the town marshal,
    But it was only partial.
    Now the lawman's new horse is named flame.    
    

    5 / 5 / 2022.
    Sponsor Joseph May.
    For the contest. A Cowboy Limerick.
    High Noon.
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Premium Member Midday Graze

In the cool midday
By the garden fence, deer graze
...alone and at peace

In Between the Midnight and Midday

in between the moon and sun
the stars in the sky light up
and the sky in the dark.
perfection is not skybound
but it resides in the
midnight sky
let the beautyof the
stars in the sky
burn the dark away.

Midday Lunch

Seagulls eating peck
Aloe Vera coats my neck
Tar stained stilted deck

By Robb A. Kopp

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The Midday Moon

Still waiting in the sun,
I see the moon too.
Our patience gone,
Me and the midday moon.
© Zane Mose  Create an image from this poem.

Blossoms of the Midday

The journey of one thousand miles,
Now beginning with a single leap
How many times should I persuade myself?
To shelve my worry, trim my furry 
And just allow love?

What`s love other than being self-insufficient?
Other than reminiscing on how empty
One can be.
What`s love other than burning to be proficient?
Other than looking back at unbroken hefty
Stories that can’t be.

What`s love if you won’t find a mirror,
To look and behold your other self
Getting better and complete with the twilight
That scintillates from your other self?
What`s love if you don’t regret falling into one,
And getting your stand in a foreign kingdom,
Whose jurisdiction you’re to merge and be one,
And to her gaiety waft away boredom?

What`s love if you know you’ve met the real her,
That you dream atop clouds and heaven
That you see angel in her, goddess at par
That finally you can rest and in true love gladden
How will you talk about love,
Unless you’re ready to love?
© Real Heman  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member His eyes, molten amber in the midday sun's rays, shine with an intensity that takes my breath away

His eyes, molten amber in the midday sun's rays, shine with an intensity that takes my breath away,
Falling in love with him was an inevitable crime when our gazes met in a moment of eternity,
Those sparkling gems express unspoken feelings, unwritten stories, promises yet to be uttered,
I lose myself in their beauty, remaining motionless, a willing captive in a world created just for us two.
I feel the warmth of his gaze penetrating deep beneath my skin, melting any resistance, any doubt,
I can't control my smile when my heart pirouettes with joy in my chest, quivering with emotion,
His eyes are more beautiful than the starry sky, more hypnotizing than any work of art,
"He's not in love with you," I tell myself, trying to convince myself with beautiful lies, but my heart knows the truth.
"Love never dies, even if it comes from only one side," my heart whispers gently,
He doesn't need to be mine, as long as I am his, my heart will never cry,
For true love asks for nothing, it's only about giving everything without expecting anything in return.
Oh, amber eyes, yellow as the midday sun's rays, reflecting in my lost gaze,
You will burn forever in my heart, a living flame of a love that transcends time and space,
In those eyes with flickering flames, I saw my reflection, more beautiful than ever,
I never felt beautiful enough in front of the mirror, but reflected in those shining gems, I discovered perfection.
Is there an ineffable connection between us, a bond that defies logic and reason?
Perhaps love is just an illusion created by the mind, or perhaps it's the purest form of magic,
But when I look into his eyes, time stops, the world disappears, and it's just the two of us,
Two souls mirrored in each other, two hearts beating in the same rhythm of eternity.
I wonder if he feels the same, if he sees in my eyes the same magic I see in his,
But perhaps it doesn't matter, for in this moment, in this gaze, I have tasted the nectar of immortality,
And even if tomorrow it will all be just a memory, I will forever carry in my soul
The brilliance of his amber eyes, the mirror in which I discovered my true self.
© Dan Enache  Create an image from this poem.

Midday Moon

Midday moon
Come to soon
I fight so hard
To run

Nightlight gloom
No more room
Why can’t I see
The sun

Carelessness a piece
Of our jigsaw soul
Murder on the street
A norm often told

River of blood
No one sees
Burns foundations
Shakes the knees

Moonlight fire
Melt the brain
Murdering liars
Delivering pain

Provoked I find
The good man
I regret my kind
Bloody hand

Midday moon
Come to soon
I fight so hard
No more

Muted Midday

Naked pure newborn Eden, unashamed
                Soles step intrepid on spongy moss 
                Quadrant of tropical dapple claimed 
                Fruits in Winterless heart's emboss 


    Limbs mingle, indulged by marquee manuevres 
           Ponder labyrinth piths without hindrance
    Sultry poetry compiled among canopy soothing 
            Canoe traverses untold as fingerprints




                22nd April

               To Kingsley

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