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The silver sky cries and cries
As we lay atop a hill
The wetness piercing through our clothes
Violet sparks shimmer in the distance

A violent affair
Yet not a care

Its tears shield us from a cruel world
And as we cozy on a cushion of emerald blades
The wind sings songs of ancient wisdom
Our shared serenity illuminated by the fire in the sky

A newfound bliss in the vastness of this universe
Unfathomable nothingness beyond us
A spark of light in the endless abyss

And yet…

Of all the planets
Of all the space
Of all time

There’s no place I’d rather be
Than with you
Under the silver sky…
Fly
I will fly
Maybe not today, or tomorrow
Maybe not even this week or this month
But I will
IT's inevitable
The wings will form
Suited to my person
To my mind and to my being
Forming mental bridges
And mental blockers
One day and in one way not only will I fly
But I will be free
Free from myself
Free from the possibilities
Free from stress
And free from my mind
Pain won't exost
Hurt won't exist
Maybe I will, then again
Maybe not
Maybe I'll be numb
Or proud
Or delighted
But I will be free
I will have my wings
I will fly
Waiting
Just waiting
On edge
A sole belief
My wings will grow before I can
And I will fly before I can run
Either way I will leave
Fly
Fly
Fly away
The Outlet Jun 5
Sometimes it feels,
As if you choke me.
Telling me to do as I should,
But limiting the thoughts I get out of my head.

I wanted this,
Bliss.
Jeremy Betts May 27
Have you ever said,
Even internally,
"I AM FUUCKING DYING!"
Wanting it to be true but it never comes
So you find that you're innocently lying
What it this?
Deaths missed kiss?
Life mocking my last wish?
Am I not allowed some kind of bliss?
Common questions
That have passed through many a mind and uncountable lips
But ask for the answer
And find emotion rear an ugly head creating an eclipse

©2025
Reece May 8
Waiting for the one,
Single perfect moment when I,
Finally, feel free.

When I breathe and it,
Feels like I am alive and,
Everything is fine.

When that moment comes,
Appreciation will spread,
Smiling happily.
Short, sweet, and simple: the beauty of Haikus.
Manx Apr 25
They say,
"Ignorance is bliss."
Do you know why that is?
You're unaware of all the things you've "missed."

Things already in existence,
Things already happened,
Things happening;
That which is existing.

All that exists.
To reduce it,
We're all learning what 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 is.
Learning ignorance, decoding from it wisdom.

So what is it to be knowledgeable?
What is there that is knowledgeable?
What is knowledge?
Does intelligence exist?
Come On  And Take Me There
In  A Smile

Come  On And Take Me There
Drive Me Wild

I Love I Love I Love I Love
How You Comb Your Hair

I Love I Love I Love I Love
The Clothes You Wear

Come On  And Take Me There
Tonight

Come On  And Take Me There
Under Moonlight

I Love I Love I Love I Love
When We Kiss

I Love I Love I Love I Love
Our Moments Of Bliss

Come On  And Take Me There
Again & Again...

© Debra Lea Ryan
23.04.2025
I was having a lil' fun with 2 Chords and a Moment of Musin' Cheekiness in Poetry/Lyrics. LOL  In Song @ You Tube  >   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mlvH2z43GTQ
Maryann I Apr 19
Dawn stretches golden over Guanabara Bay,
sugarloaf rising like a dream in stone.
Waves kiss the shore in samba rhythms—
each tide a whisper from the heart of Brazil.

Birdsong rains from the canopy,
scarlet macaws slicing morning light like brushstrokes.
The rainforest exhales its perfume—
a living mural swaying in greens and golds.

Cobblestone streets hum beneath bare feet,
colors bursting from murals and music.
The air tastes of mango and maracujá,
joy lingers in every sun-soaked laugh.

Ipanema gleams like a string of pearls,
bodies bronzed and basking in euphoria.
Even the breeze dances—
flirting with palms, curling through café songs.

From Lapa’s arches to Christ’s open arms,
the city holds you—wide-eyed, blooming.
And oh, to see Rio not just with eyes
but with your whole soul alight.
Rio de Janeiro
Maria Apr 5
I want to breathe in the field,
Where the wind is warm,
And drink the air deeply.
It’ll be so awesome!

I want to lie in the grass,
Give up to the sun bliss,
And fall subtly asleep
In the shade of trees like in a kiss.

I want to inbreathe more deeply
The honey odour of flowers.
I want to hug the air
And be in there for hours.

I want to make it true!
I need it for being alive!
I'll hug the air! I’ll kiss the sun
And maybe I will revive!
Caio Gomes Mar 19
Uma sensação de leveza,
de extensão breve e duradoura.

Um arrepio percorre a nuca,
permeia o corpo,
e transborda em um arrepio.

Por uma melodia ou poesia
que ataca e rebate,
tocando a alma,
comovente
emoção elevadora.

Sensação infinita na infinidade.

Oh, se ao menos sempre tivesse sido,
para permanecer aqui, sempre.

Deleite e bem-aventurança, alegria e prazer,
emoção no olhar lacrimoso do coração,
alegria no sorriso da mente.

Se ao menos pudesse permanecer, sempre...
Prazer.
Escrevi este poema inspirado pela sensação de ouvir uma determinada música.
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