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 Oct 2016
Lydia Victoria Kate
My heart is the cradle,
for all you give,
oh the love you have,
it makes me live!

My heart is the cradle,
rocking back and forth,
as you pour more
of your passion in.

My heart is your heart,
and doesn't it trip,
the cradle tips,
and your love seeps in.
for myles
 Oct 2016
Kayla
Love is not rational. It doesn't politely knock on the door of your heart and ask sweetly if it can destroy you all at once.

Love does not take you by the hand and explain all the ways that it will ruin you when it leaves. Love is a powerful hurricane that makes you sit in it's direct path. And forces you to pick up all the shattered pieces by yourself.

Love is a suicide bomber that we invite with open arms with out question to live next to the most precious and sacred parts of us.

Love is the fear that keeps us chained to the basements of ourselves hidden away behind bullet proof glass only to find ourself filled with holes left by cannons

Love is that endless crusade we suit up for. Only to find ourselves completely  naked on the battle field. Bruised and covered in tears that all to clearly look like our own.
 Oct 2016
Musfiq us shaleheen
...

Many words already uttered
As the waves of streams
Arranged a garland
with hundreds of colorful flowers

Though I wrote, deleted,cut  
hundred thousands of unspoken words
yet sometimes songs come out
From the melancholy tunes of flute  

That is why the way out of the river
from the springs
you can't read
don't even feel the pain of poetry

So the last poem I write
Sitting on the ground
around the river
.....
 Oct 2016
KathleenAMaloney
Pray, And then Do Something!!!!
Be Still and Know.....
Face your Problems, don't Facebook them...
............

The Language of the Mob.
Never a place of Witnessing.

Look Up... Oh say can you SEE..
by this Dawns early Light
what WE Gratefully Hail
Christ's  Heaven and Life...

Liberty's Light  Shining Celebration Up
Beauty's tears of fading illumination out
Life falling softly into the arms of Grace...
Comfort the wounded, they are many..

Listen...
Sound of Clutter riding fiercely upon the breath of Giving..
becoming more like a machine gun.
Do you hear the Sound of fighting
within the streets of NEW Divinity?
******, ****, defamation... all threats,
Yes... each of them given..   Its true ..Backdoor gifts of rage..

Once a puppet show for re-emerging Wisdom
Now a strip tease for an endless line of dancers
This is the Made in Hollywood movie  that all have demanded
get your pop corn out...you are Witnessing the Question of Choice..

Nation sold  for the drop of a dime
Free Choice...
the right to Vote by Public Declaration
Now held in the arms of  What?   the Secret Ballot?

Prayer. The power of WORD
Spoken by the Giants of Robot imagination
a trigger, tied to the experience of feeling..

The scientific formula of Good,
magnified by ONE million strong
Are we focused on the Good First,
or the Oneness of Anything?

..."Give the money to the Representative
and it will all go away"....
But it won't...

Do You Understand the Question Now?

Peace.
 Oct 2016
Katli
Panting she ran
Ran a little faster
in order to avoid disaster  
To lose his scent

Yet her heart yearned for the one
The one who turned her world upside down
He did not seek permission yet
commanded  her attention

He touched her lips
in turn touching her smile
His soul set her body alight
whilst illuminating the darkest depths of her soul

He was freedom
Yet she belonged to another
One who loved her wholeheartedly
yet caged her in his ignorance

She wanted what she was afraid to have
Was she worthy of the one
The one who engulfed her body in flames
whilst illuminating the path to freedom

*Was she worthy of the Calm and the Storm
 Oct 2016
The Poetry Peddler
Would you mind if I told you...

that I love you
every second
every minute
every hour
every day
every week
every month
every year
of my life?

Would you mind if I told you...

that you are my best friend
my confidant
my lover
my world
my everything
my "I can't live without you?"

Would you mind if I told you...

that I stay up late thinking about you
or that I keep dreaming about you
over and over again
or that I can't face tomorrow without you
or that I will cease to exist without your smile?

Would you mind if I told you...

that this poem is about you,
even though we haven't met?
 Oct 2016
Milda Miranda
impossible.
ridiculous.
nonsense.
no way.
non- logical.

when you told me you love me,
even when you know nothing ; not a lot about me.

you cant love someone with knowing little.

impossible.
ridiculous
nonsense.
no way.
non- logical.

when you told me you love me,
but you've known me for a long time; seen every flaws.

you can't love someone with knowing everything.
 Oct 2016
Jewel Tiara
wax
you kissed my neck and I began to seep into a pile of hot candle wax; melting and hardening all the while. you cleaned me up and tried to mold me into what I once was but I knew that I would never be the same candle that warmed you up. when I am with you my fire seems to flicker with a certain nervousness and then you kiss my neck and I begin to fall apart once again.
 Oct 2016
sage short
I am fascinated with your body
The way your hips sway with mine, and how they line up perfectly
Like the feeling of getting the last puzzle pieces to fit
Your hands hold mine like a newborn baby; so fragile, so soft, so breathtaking
You remind me of a painted sunset with wind dancing across the sky as I lean in to kiss your lips that taste like paint and late nights
You know artists never sleep
and thats why you stay up late, wandering through the streets with me
I know you think a lot, and I hope 90% of it is about me
But I get this feeling like I'm suffocating with my own air, and I can't breathe, because the thought of loosing you, is like the earth without the sun
and I just can't let go
You're my tidal wave of madness, and my sunshine wrapped into one
And I just hope that all of our pieces fit, and that the late nights are spent with me
Putting our puzzle together
 Oct 2016
Tupelo
When we first met you were a firework,
Soaring through the night sky,
Hurling yourself into an explosion of color and light,
I watched from below in awe of your presence,

When we first met,
I had butterflies fluttering in my chest,
newly awoken and freed from their cocoons,
With a thirst to see all of what this new place had to offer,

When we first met,
I was a boy who had been growing up just a little too fast,
The parts of myself I thought I lost long ago
came stumbling out from their corners and onto center stage,
Making me feel younger than I have ever felt before,
Putting laughter back into my vocabulary,

When we first met,
You were a girl with a smile and so much to give,
Armed with a desire to wrap this world in your arms
and whisper that it would all be okay in the morning,

Dear unrequited lover..
I know this dance is a slow one,
My feet are clumsy and my arms are heavy sometimes,
But this song is one I can move too.
got me all love letters and no poetry.
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