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*Do you know the meaning of smile sir?
Why does sometimes dew seem as pearl?

As I invented the meaning of
a single smile of yours

It grew love
I became love sick
and you turned the poetry
of the beloved poet

The peacock was dancing
and the rain was raining
over thirsty barren field
born my son of the sun

My first sunflower of ode
Bloomed in the fairyland
rest ninety nine smiles are
Awaiting to open their petals

Ah, my love, ah my spring-
Still, you are untouched
as the sky in mystery of my mind

Now, I turn to discover the daily life
like the Columbus
in too many ways
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@ Musfiq us shaleheen
Your smile, my first Love, first baby, first ode rest 99 smiles are still untouched and i am moving with the daily life...........
Zoe R Codd Sep 2014
Dewey and Brisk…
Sweet nothingness-
Vast and real
You entice me.
Once life surrounds
A soul-
And starts to sing
A sweet melody,
The one of dawn.
Under violet light,
Restless and sleepless-
Signs of renewal.
BianchiBlue Sep 2014
I taste
the summer's end
with a rainstorm - in time
grace embraces these dampened fields
as dew
Still I think of you,
a few drops of your tears
as the pearl dew of winter

@ Musfiq us shaleheen
Sometime tears seems me as pearl.........
Kenshō Aug 2014
Dampened darkness created a threshold from day to night;
Embracing clouds held greedily, that day, the light.
The passage from night to rise wandered stray that day;
But ever gleamed the drained abundance of cloudy grey.
i swear day never came that day lol
AJ Jul 2014
It's energy in the morning
Energy at night.
Getting me through work.
Always by my side
Doesn't speak, doesn't
Judge my actions.
Simply there always.

Unless I don't have money to buy it.

I could say it's like alcohol
But more addictive.
"I can stop anytime" I say
But that's untrue
It's my friend
In the simple green and red can.

Only one other knows my obsession
We share it
And that is why we remain friends.
I usually write somewhat sad or forlorn love poems and I wanted to try my hand at something a little more altruistic
Matt Koopman Jun 2014
Morning dew,
Will you prove to be
The warning sign
For the life unseen

The birds they flew,
But who knew
It is the present you see
Past tense, unwieldly

Flakes of eve
The silent sun
Makes us one
With the powers that be

Don't you see?

My time is thin
Thin like sin
As i try to rise above my demise
See my life from sacred eyes

Thoughts, they block
What i see
As i travel through the plains of 3D
Self aware of my disease

This is obscene,
Life must be a dream
These are lyrics to a song I wrote.
Liz Apr 2014
The nightingale gives way
to the ruddy dawn and foam blooms
overhead among the early watercolour
skies.

I hear a blue-*** (or robin) whistling it's tune
through the bulbs which rise bouncing
from the rippling sea of soil,
growing in seamless swathes beneath
the leaves silken pink.

The sun dapples through, reflecting
a rosy hue into the glass
dew drops fast melting
into the thirsty earth, and peeps
over the treetops before
gradually bowing his glinting head.

Old daffodils turn russet
in the golden day
and wrinkle
as the clouds blush.
Another one of the first poems I have written. I just love spring!
Liz May 2014
The sprouting buttercup
dangles into the purpled,
doting sky. It's waxy spangles
nuzzle the moist,
crisply dewed, fluff
whilst billowing across merry air. 

The yellow buttercup
dozes in spiced, lean dapples,
setting its soul ablaze in sumptuous echoes at the sheer
drape of dawn.

The teacup buttercup
outspreads it's wings
amongst tall spiked grasses
and wild flowers.
Shifting shafts and shards
of grass and glass
and forever awaiting the larks cry
which means its time to die.
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