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 Oct 2015
Shayla Ahrns
You never loved me,
You even stopped laughing at my jokes.
I love you still, isn't that funny?
 Oct 2015
CharlesC
Wordsworth words
are recalled:
about our birth
and sleep and forgetting
the arising of appearance
of separation..
Our separation declared
as real and we are taught
without remembering
the simple I Am
of our birth
the uncut root
of who we are..
Then to school
and reinforcement of
limits and partitions
which we become..
We seem to get along
but on occasion
evil enters our focus
and our questions..
Then the possibility
of hope and grace
a Remembering...
 Oct 2015
nivek
The Sun wishes to enter
and fill your heart

She will not cease
until dusk falls sharp

And all her sisters
will fill the sky

Starlight reminders
of the Sun,s intent.
 Oct 2015
Musfiq us shaleheen
...
.
This is not a value of all the guests
who come for two days
At the end of all their hair grew gray
day after tomorrow nobody remember their words

Yellow, red rose of day
Even when it has become fade,
However, when the bursting of the land after rains
Still to stand a dry old tree as the witness of time

Then any other reason If ever come back the spring
The forgotten days song if ever robin reminds you
And all meaningless, the faces skin has felt fold
In front of eye tall wall has touched the sky

Yet  there is a gray afternoon
if you see a red glow in the sky black clouds
Silly, the frivolous legs once try to
Then after all events, remains only a long dark endless night-
..
.
@Musfiq us shaleheen
 Oct 2015
Abdullah Ayyash
In a silky forest
In a shape of a golden rose
Wandered back and forth
Waved her forgiveness
Blessed me with her mercy
With the gift of her soul
Madam, I have no soul left
My body is just a dust
I'm a graveyard...
I'm an immortal guest
I'm no one if not in her chest
Her treasured smile
Her lovely sight
Her heavenly touch
Her misty lips
Her eternal nest
I'm just a graveyard...
I'm just an immortal guest
© Copyrighted
Abdullah Ayyash
November 28th, 2014
 Oct 2015
beth fwoah dream
i saw a white hart in
a wood,
gorgeous before the
night he stood,
delicate, like a pearl,
wild and untamed,
a graceful flower
of the breeze
where autumn leaves
drowned their
sorrows in mossy
streams,
as surreal as stars
melting their blue
in september seas.
 Oct 2015
r
If I look long enough I'll see
mammoth bones with butcher marks,
a broken flint blade between the ribs
- an empty crib, Madonna's face, a swan
on a snake with two heads - instead
of lightly stained pine grains
on the back of a dusty shelf half-
full of myself, old books and odd things
with lost words waiting in the wings.
 Oct 2015
jackierutherford
Free your mind
fill your eyes and ears
with poetic flows on paper

Let it be music
to your soul
sing silently to its tunes

Float, weightless
as if bound by nothing...
into the universe and beyond

Be lulled,
into a state of mindless tranquility
where words rule
governed by the light of hopes and fears
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