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Best Poems Written by Yehoshua Yochanan

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My Moon

(a reply to my poem entitled, "A Moonstone")

You glow with the sun,
You float in the sea of stars,
In darkness, still beautiful.
I will adore you myself,
Even if he never would.

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Child Inside

I worry for the child every night,
And every night brings forth another fright.
I worry for the child in every way everyday,
“Do not stumble, don't get hurt”, always I would pray.

It's harsh, the way I existed, that is,
In a blink of an eye, I was just there.
Staring at myself, yet I know I'm someone else,
Watching my life unfold, all pain, all sorrow, all unfair.

I know in myself, that I am part of what's whole,
That in this life, a harsh part is my role.
I must step in before I cry, hide the tears, mask my face,
All alone, while I am weeping inside, all alone with no embrace.

I look with no remorse, I stare with cold eyes.
I look like death, walk like death, that nothing can revitalize.
All I want is his smile, 
Or should I say, “my” smile.

I speak like two, it's always been us two.
One is true, and one is made to hide what's true.
One is strong, bold, emotionless, and woke,
While the other, a pleasant one, filled with hope.

I write, on behalf of him who protects me, Black.
For he doesn't know how to shed a tear.
He bore my pain all throughout those years,
He took my sorrow, took my grief, he shouldered my fears.

I pity him, who is myself, and cherish him be.
I try to be strong on my own,
And flourish in ways I've known,
But the path, I just cannot see.

We call upon each other, embrace our own warmth.
I cry on my own shoulder, while he stays inside.
There are times I won't let him out, for I fear I would change.
But at times he won't let me out, for he fears I would fade.

I see and I hear everything from deep within.
Although I cannot relate, I know that he feels.
His unending pain, ocean of tears, his long suffering,
He hides them all, and it's my job to keep it sealed.

But please! Not anymore! I cannot bear to see you hide it anymore!
Open that jar and release the dust you collect!
Although I'm different I am still you and it pains me so,
To see myself limping and dragging whatever that is left.

This is for you, White, who is also me, Black.
I care for you more than you could imagine.
And without tears I cry for your sake.
Stop your suffering now, stop before it's too late.

Left by time. Severed by the flow. 
Still it clings and holds onto hope. No. It strips my hope. 
I must go back to before. 
Cover my past with fantasies I yearned for. 

Overwriting everything I've endured, all I've felt... everything. 
However, must I? Will I be alright? 
Will the moon still shine its true beauty at night? 
Tell me, should I kill the child inside?

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Rhetoric of Love

Some speak love for all,
And yet they only love one.
And if love is for all, then why do I see it only for one?
Is love only for all, until it is only for one?

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Immortal Elves

(~Boast~)
A year is but a mere blink,
A century is just a sigh.
We dream awake, we sleep to think,
Let time pass, long enough for trees to dry.

(~Confusion~)
Centuries old, young for our eyes,
Led by pride, beauty, and doubt.
When all seems done we stand confused,
Of what we've been doing; of what is truth.

With lives so infinite, and time unmeasurable,
We know the beginning but know not of the end.
Vast knowledge rendered invaluable,
With deathlike gaze, we know nothing at all.

(~Enlightenment~)
This life is both a curse and a blessing,
A story that's fun to tell.
Bring not a clouded mind for tomorrow,
Leave it in your pillow and sleep well.

Embrace the warmth, the chill, and the breeze,
Be one with the forest, it's birds and trees.
Enjoy the smiles of those with fleeting lives,
Protect the beauty of such colorful dyes.

(~Lamentation~)
But beware, do not wander far away alone,
Do not stray into lands unknown.
For even if you have passed enlightenment,
Your Immortal soul have enough room to lament.

We walk with mortals with undying flesh,
We see the birth, and the early deaths.
We made bonds with both soul and heart,
To a mortal being, but watch it lay to rest.

Thousands of years, and all are meant to leave,
We are forever alone, once we stray away.
If we chose to live among the mortal's realm,
Not in Joy, but in sorrow, we'll be overwhelmed.

To see the passing of friends and foes,
Is a grief that only we could bear
Left behind are the smiles of once we hold dear,
Left behind are us with our silent cries, and dry tears.

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With and Without, Yet Again

Color me dull, with charcoal and white.
I believe I’ll be such a sight.
Found be love as it might,
Yet find me not in its light.

Not that I yearn for love,
But for a true warm embrace I thirst.
For in my void, I can only think of,
From someone, a poetry well-versed.

Just once do I yearn,
To be created as part of one’s whole.
A stroke from a brush to a paper,
Or just a gold dust in one’s soul.

But oh I slipped and fell,
I saw the world from below.
If love is found in a deceit-filled well,
Nevermind then, let it forgo.

Although real love I desire,
For sorrow, I will let it go.
For if the love I saw burns no fire,
I’d rather hold hands with woe.

With sorrow, I am accompanied,
I taint myself with fears.
With love I am not of need,
If while in my veins still flows with tears.

I see beauty in this pitiful world,
When love still cometh with.
Yet now, darkened skies and clouds, unfurled,
For what I saw is without it.

The current world knows only its name,
‘Love’ now finds itself hard to comprehend.
No longer can I trust it to be the same,
What I yearn for is a true friend.

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A Moonstone

Words caved in darkness,
Heart, torn apart every time,
I cry without tears.
You adore that sweet flower,
Too bad, I'm just a Moonstone.

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Woe

Your face, an image I see under waters,
waters that streamed from,
the eyes of a wailing man.

The image, blurred and vague figure,
underneath the sun's scorching clear shine.

I ask, "was it like this before?"

Fade in monotonous color,
my world now ashen-grey.

Sing no more,
heart full of sorrows,
beat no more in joyous rhythm.

Of tomorrow I no longer shall ponder,
for today and yesterday,
was different than before.

How quaint the scene,
yet so cliche.
I thought I knew,
no I drown in pain.

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Morning Dews

Tears, like crystal droplets,
fell to the ground.
Carrying the voices,
the cries of the past.
Showing in its clear body,
the pain and suffering,
the feeling of familiarity to,
the fraction of memories stored within.
It fell, it fell,
to the ground it fell.
Together with my sorrow it fell,
like morning dews after the rain.

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Tomorrow

Vague narration, like a blurred picture,
No words can fully interpret.
Might be an unknown torment,
Or a glass of fine liquor.

A place yet known, or an answer yet heard,
A time whether a promise, would be kept or broken.
Where lines display, the setting sun,
The night, or the dawn.

A stage still with curtains, 
Never knowing what will appear.
A window, with undrawn drapes,
Will either show a smile, or a face full of tears.

This can be redemption, salvation, or despair,
A path that shows nowhere.
Like a point a line would arrive,
Where beings will once again breathe and strive.

It is a land where everyone wants to be.
Something unknown they will try to see.
It is a reward depending on your Labor,
A scale that would judge you, 
Or a fate that will be in your favor.

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The Risk

Have I paved a path that’s not meant to be used?
Did my utmost plea turn vile to thy ears?
Still, I treaded the path towards your pleasing eyes.
Now, sorrow and grief, for long, shall abide.
Never did I knew that sorrow and grief has conspired.