This Valentine’s Day,
I will not promise you
the twinkling stars
or the dreamily shimmering
blue moon.
No, don’t get me wrong,
My love, But,
I will not promise all those
fantasies,
that I cannot really gift you.

But,
I will vow to love you
till the eternity
And make you realize
howspecial you are.
And you’ll crave for
no cloudland.
Because my love will be your
Only euphoria.
And I will promise you
Honesty, love, trust and happiness.

I will not promise you
the bed of roses only.
For I know every rose
comes with its thorn.
Life can be cruel at times
and I promise at those
harsh moments,
I will be the last person
to leave you alone.

What good are the big vows,
when one fails to bestow
even a simple smile?
What good are the big crystal moon
and the twinkling stars when
you have eclipse in your heart
and misery in your eyes?
Today, my dear,
the world has failed to realize
that happiness comes from within.

So sweetheart,
I will not promise you
only the happy days ahead.
For life is the blend of
ecstasy and agony.
But I will assure you that
in every strive,
you’ll find your hand
locked in mine
and together we will make
our future shine.

I will not promise
the expensive pillows
to make you sleep at night.
But I will guarantee that
my arms will be there
to hug you tight.
And, in my arms,
may your eyes shut
with utter pleasure
every single night…

Today,
I want you to know this,
that your smile is my
only Sunshine,
Your ever glowing face
is my full moon.
And, the ever fluttering
big glowing eyes are
my glittering stars..

My love, if today,
you catch my hand and
whisper in my heart
that you love me,
then,
I will need no particular day
as Valentine’s day
to love you and express myself.
Because with you beside me
every day will be my
special day.
Every day will be my Valentine’s day.
Every day I will love you.

I promise that.

In your presence I feel edified  and loved
Something that I've never experienced when I'm with others.

Your love so great
You died for me.
But yet who am I?  
A lowly worthless servant who can't seem to hear your call,
Left aimless treading on this earth.

Blaming you is easy
Scolding you ensures nothing.
Yet,
When I ask of anything
You gladly give.

It's funny how things ended up like this
And hell am I afraid
Of what's about to happen.

I trust in you, knowing you'll guide.
You've never failed me.
You won't.

How easy we fall....
    Succumming to the lies that we tell ourselves.
        Walking with our heads held high....
             Only to step straight into the traps layed down by our enemies...
                    How easy it is to step back into our own traps....
                          Returning to the old habits of keeping everyone at bay....
                                 Watching as those take a leap of faith,
                                      Walking upon the waters....
                                          Running towards their carefully selected paths.
                                             How easy it is to give into the bubbling hatred
                                                 allowing it to escape through open                    
                                                    doorways....
                                                       Forgetting that words are like flaming
                                                          arrows that target the heart.
                                                            Before the shattered pieces can reach
                                                              the mind, the opinion is made.
                                                                 the emotion cannot be changed.

I'm surrounded by Your presence,
Engulfed between Your hands.
Teased by Your scent.
I walk within Your paradise,
Continuously surrounded by the scent of French Vanilla.

It's a mad house filled with characters from all different shades.
Walking down the street comes the mermaid whose head is filled with all colours of the rainbow.
Willing the clouds to open and let down its water, maybe her tail will grow.
Sitting in the café, Alladin is serving us with his cheeky smile as he speaks to you.
But you can see life has been tough as he turns around and  his smile turns into a frown as matters return to his mind.
And that one looks as though she has had a nasty trick played on her, someone must of bullied her cause it looks as though her heads been flushed down the toilet.
at the counter stands a man covered in ink, his life written down for all to read.
At the burger bar points the audience at the young girl who has dreams of having a husband and a family of her own someday, but they're dreams that if she was able to achieve, her children would either be still born or would need to live on oxygen tanks for the rest of their lives.
Across the table sits the sad clown in black and white with his flower drooping.
How worry is etched across his face  about how the ball missed that one goal that was so important to him.
The jester sits next to him, giggling. All smiles he is continuously filled with glee.
The one that sits on the right forgets which hand to use but can tell you which day you were born on just by knowing you birth date.
All have dreams and inspirations that they wish to achieve, but circumstances prevent them.

This is not a poem!!!!!
It is a prayer for my son
His belief in his heart is
He can save the World for God
He has just begun
I pray God's spirit does stay in control
He keeps my son truly whole
In my true youth
I had this much soul
I let this sinful world take control
God brought my son
To me to carry on His legacy
I bow at my knees
Pray He takes control and gratifies
My sons soul
My sons mission in Peru
Is to see the lost through
To love ALL mankind
To break barriers
To think in Jesus mind
AMEN

Comb every strand of hair,
Clean every part of your body
And look at them
Appreciate them.

2.
Dress up.
**** society's expectation
Wear your FAVOURITE colour
Wear your mood.

3.
Always prepare for rainy days.
Bring an umbrella,
Bring your sweater
Bring some money,
For warm coffee/tea.

4.
Go out and explore.
Visit cafés and treat yourself,
Visit book shops & libraries
Inhale the aroma of freshly brewed coffe,
The nostalgic smell of old, yellow papers.

5.
Be okay with what you do,
Say things that are on your mind.
Who cares about what people think?
You are who you are
And you're perfect.

6.
Even if you can't love yourself
Always remember that there's a greater God,
whose love is boundless.
Hey, even the birds in the sky,
The flowers on the ground
Fishes in the sea
Have been taken care of by "him"
What else you a human being!

Hope is a funny thing, you know. People have the power give it and to take it away. It's so easily crushed and easily stolen. Since I came to this site, I have loved your poems. Today, you made me feel wanted, special. Like somebody could care. And I want you to feel the same. I want to find you.
Love,
Liz and Lilacs

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when you feel shame insight
the foolish road trends to misguide
you can discover an apple
inside a dark basket

I sigh too long to lose the time
that could make a space between us
the clock is unmanageable,
the horizon grew gray

yesterday night turned on,
the sleepless romantic torment-
I made my hand long,
too long to hold my dreams

where there you were standing
behind a wall,
very thick, and dark
shuttered my eyes

I grew gray
underneath a dusky black moon
finding myself within you,
no focus point imagined

the forgotten days clapping
mystic, bleeding on the red carpet
turned too dark when storm wind
closed the windows-

dreams uttering on a blue sapphire
till the twilight has broken
making a waterfall on a rising sun
but coming closer into a vain of the vale--

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@ Musfiq us shaleheen

Im not mad at you.
Im mad at me.
Im mad that i get so attached
When you obviously arent
I just dont know what to do with myself anymore
Im so tired of being sad
Im tired of not feeling like im enough
Maybe it would be easier if we just stopped
Because i cant keep falling if theres nothing there to catch me