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 Mar 2014 LonelyPoet
Harkaran
Oh lovely woman standing still
In a trance at the window sill
Staring at a grave with deathly thrill

'Why at night do you stand alone?
Staring at rotten flesh and bones
With lifeless shine which since has grown

Ah-He was the one you loved the most
And now wait for his autumn ghost
With silvery tears you held him close'

'No, he was the one who broke my past
the one who burned my yearning heart
the one who carelessly tore me apart.'
An alternate version to Thomas Hardy's 'In The Moonlight' by me.
 Mar 2014 LonelyPoet
Raphael Uzor
She loves me
When I'm rich

**Gives me a break
When I'm broke!
 Mar 2014 LonelyPoet
Shylah S
Apple
 Mar 2014 LonelyPoet
Shylah S
People are like apples picked from a tree,
The beautiful ones with no imperfections are picked first,
but that makes them bitter and unripe.

The bruised and dented are picked last,
but that makes them sweet and delicious.

But beauty is just a perception.
The second you bite into the sweet but imperfect apple,
you realize it is more beautiful than all other apples combined.
Beauty
is
just a
perception.

So don't hide your dents and perfect imperfections.
If you do, you may become bitter inside.
Beautiful is not a definition of you,
but you are the definition of **beautiful.
 Mar 2014 LonelyPoet
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gaze so strong
I nearly fainted
a kiss so powerful
I felt sedated
a spark so wicked
left me feeling electric

you are the stars
to my sky
I see heaven
in your eyes
every night

I see your smile
and I come alive

no fool
could take me
away from you
wine helped cure my writers block. wrote nearly 50 poems last night, inspiration at its finest quality.
1680

Sometimes with the Heart
Seldom with the Soul
Scarcer once with the Might
Few—love at all.
 Mar 2014 LonelyPoet
Ezo TericK
I am scorpio
Spiritual suergon
I am water, i am ocean
Tidal waves, my deepest depths.
I sweat the tears
I have not
yet wept.
Abstract dreaming
Though i have not slept.
only then do they seem to manifest
To acknowledge                 
                           the QUINTESSENCE
That of which cannot be kept.
My eyes feel.
My hands see.
My mind grocks
Through the Eye, that is me.
Constant presence of
That silent message
In which this realm
You dare not mention.
Expressive retention
Of that Ethereal essence


Familar it is
To obtain i wish.
I mean That quantum Rorschach..


Did you see what it did?
That esoteric experience
Before you were a kid?
Words cover up the picture
It was trying to define
That deafning sound
That pepherates the mind.
No one can tell it better
than That of a mime.
Still dont get it?
Read the next few lines.
 Mar 2014 LonelyPoet
Ezo TericK
That feeling..
That words cannot define

That feeling..
Of why she cant be mine

That feeling..
When heart engulfs the mind.

That feeling..
Trying to see the signs

That feeling..
The need to press rewind

That feeling..
To read between the lines

That thought..
To leave it all behind.
Late night sorrows
Beds of regret
Pillows of anguish
Blankets of hope
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