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 Apr 2015
Rhianecdote
I'm the Krispy kreme De la creme,
a  diabeaTease,
you can't handle this!
Cause you dieting?!
***** please!
Piece by piece of cake
you found your obese!
And yes the truth does hurt
but no worries
if you want something
sugar Coated I'll order you dessert...
**Go ahead and cheat
*snaps fingers*
Was a bit of banter in a rap back and fourth with my bestie Dre, but it actually works alright as a metaphor for a cheating partner being found out...I could be reaching with that one though. Oh well
 Apr 2015
Rhianecdote
Maybe one day

           I'll be able to put it into words

Maybe one day

           *
I'll have no need to
 Apr 2015
Steven Hutchison
I recycled a prompt from last April and chose to write a poem inspired by the first song that played on my Pandora station.
This song was 'Kiss the Sky' by Shawn Lee's Ping Pong Orchestra feat. Nino Mochella. I encourage you to listen.

There is war for the taking
For those with open eyes
The weapons are in waiting
For intrepid minds to rise
Some have fought with vigor
In hopes of skirting pain
But though the curse is certain
We do not fight in vain
There is peace for the making
It does not come by chance
The hallowed blood of martyrs
Gives feet to the advance
Now cradle your mortality
That fire beneath your soul
Love can win the battle
Though evil feign control
 Apr 2015
Samantha Ellis
I want to lay so close to you that the air I'm breathing in is the heat radiating off your skin
 Apr 2015
The Last Wordsmith
Sing, Goddess, a poem worthy of my love
As beautiful as Venus, lady of the dove
Sing, Goddess, for my muse has run dry
Yet the muses are immortal, never to die
Sing, Goddess, Erato hear my plea
I need a poem good enough, for my love to see.
 Apr 2015
Musfiq us shaleheen
~~~
When the wooden door leads a little,
To a force is put
In the erst of the body fleece wells,  
Sweet sweating as the dew is deposited

The clamor of the known birds,
Uttering,
Be filled,
North wind changes direction,
Comes through my southern window

When harmonic air,
Passed over the yellow paddy fields,
Farmers perches hope's aroma
Into the hearts  

At the mid of the noon,
Cowboys keep exhaustion on flute
Swelling of the new message,
Leaves
Flowers
Fruits

After a Long waiting,
Pied crested Cuckoo singing
Mating songs
The peacock repeatedly whispering peahen

My beloved,
Your one "April" desires
bought us,
Cuddly child as the light purple rose

And they say you
Sing your song of arrival
O' April O' come!
Once Again!

Show Your Cyclone form
Engross your soul
Bring the rain,
Chill the Nature
Add to birth New Child for the unscathed time
~~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen
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 Apr 2015
Amitav Radiance
Sleep casts a spell over my eyes
Heavy eyelids caress my dreams
So many thoughts nurtured today
Sleep shall take over the stage
Laying supine, soul is in a realm
Of the subconsciousness realization
Paradise of life blooms with colors
Colors of life and beyond
Gives dreams a makeover
 Apr 2015
BertJane Perez
We are writers and poets who know how to express
We can define our feelings a lot more or a lot less
Why were we cursed with the ability to feel?
The feelings of life that are so painfully real...

We can make music by writing what we desire
Turning simple paper into a passionate fire
We can sway hearts by symbolizing love and creation
Or break another's by turning words into death and temptation

We are the cursed race of scholars who turn words into weapons
We can draw blood with a phrase in a matter of seconds
We are dedicated authors with emotions so heavy
That one word from us that is read or heard can be deadly

Words are our weapons, our friends and our foes
Even a writer or poet has demons that only we know
Each line is a battle and each piece is a war
We are writers and poets and we will write forevermore
 Apr 2015
Tryst
Fan the fire that burns within,
let the heat sear your skin
until you crisp,

be a guiding hand, or
a torch for the ******
when all is lost,

when fear takes you,
when existence breaks you,
when nothing remains
of what you were,

be undone.
 Apr 2015
chimaera
be
beat it
beache it
that itch
catch ******
fetchingly
high jinks
a kite to tie
a sky to sway
off and away
off and away
12.4.2015
1. Inspired by Louis Armstrong's quote - "I don't need words. It's all in the phrasing."
2. In vocal jazz, **** singing is vocal improvisation.
3. This is a first attempt; an impossible one.
 Apr 2015
Amitav Radiance
The soul never speaks
Conveys much sans words
Many things run though
Leaving a trail of feelings
Take a plunge within
Swim with the flow
Towards the confluence
Buoyed feeling keeps you afloat
You are the lotus, about to bloom
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