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Zombie Sep 2018
He asked, What's missing?
She replied, Those twinkling eyes...
She missed those eyes which use to touch her soul.
Shofi Ahmed Sep 2018
Ambling in a full-moon night
let alone the Moon
I only asked for a star.
Because I wanted
to be in tune
with the half-lit sky.
But none did stop by me
not even the little firefly.

Oh, from nowhere but
from the colour black
off it's sea of different shades
the night pops out.
While the Moon indeed
was painting in the dark.

Though every star
kept an wide-open eye.
But no one wanted to tell where
did the night scurry away
before the very blink
of the waxing Moon's eyes!
Özcan Sh Sep 2018
She took my heart from my chest
Played while it screams
Crying till it stop to beat
I don´t understand this
Why you let me feel this damage?  
I know that your fake love
Made me heartless, I say goodbye
With a hidden tear in my eye
My mother taught me
Never to forget to
Smile in bad times.
Décio Aug 2018
If you could slide your finger
In the waterline of my eye
Like the sea caresses the coast on a bad day
Make sure it is because I am not crying
For I do not cry, ever
Shofi Ahmed Mar 2018
Nature is feminine by nature
off the man keeps a step away.
Touch it not but do not sway
eye on to this butterfly
que sera, sera on the way!
Aryeh Aug 2018
Pain came to mind
But not to heart
In my chest was only
The small still voice
Of unconditional Love.

I cannot believe they convinced me
That Awareness gets jealous
I cannot believe they convinced me
That God was someone else.

For the first time I worry
That I may have hurt my enemies
And I am surprised to learn
That I have forgiven them.

In the mirror
I see only that which sees
I like what I see
And so does he
So we set up chairs
Cross our legs
And behold in each other
That in which we abide
Within ourselves.
A Simillacrum Aug 2018
Is this love misdirected?
Is this care misplaced?
Yes, I believe it.

Stuck.
Addicted to a part.
Black Knight savior.

Is this concern out of line?
Is this connection still wrong?
Yes: I believe it,
and believe it always shall.

Lead. Tail.
Lead. Tail.
Continued as a favor.

After years at it,
I've come to think
I tail because
I've got no one else.

I suppose I consider
every client an extension
of myself, and
I want someone, so badly,

to help.
Hisham Alshaikh Aug 2018
Brave men fighting
Knights crawling
Strong men dying
Kings crying
Emperors imploring
Kingdoms falling
Empires collapsing
Poets writing
Musicians performing
Paintings begging
Statues Kneeling
For a glimpse of your eyes


--Hisham Alshaikh
Glimpse of Your Eyes. Version 1.
The heart is twisted

Like a dancer did

When one heard

A melody

Telling something important

Showing the heart interesting

In hearing a talent

Story

A bout deathless love

Giving and sacrifice

As the heart may advise

To share your love

In inner heart without fear

That is not enough

Giving a dream

In rosy

Your eyes are opening

They are not closing

Or even doing

As the lover near

By your side

Telling a proud

That is found

By meeting

By eye

There are no eyes

As many are tided

Room four eyes

Those are showing

Into one is observing

Into one I known

Heart and eye

Whose eye?

The two lovers saying

They are swearing

That belongs

Mine

They are true

The love must do

Tie them and go

In the race of life

The feeling is appeared

In lips when they say

When they smile in way

Of shiny

There may be some fault

Or saying wrong

But they return in fast

Saying in frank

Sorry

The mind know

The heart go

In green valley

To share the rosy

And dancing with fly

Around the world

Telling the talent

The love is important

If it is clear

Ending, no beginning

With holy tie

That is only

Marry

When one says

The angels go in ways

Spreading roses in away

To show the smart tie

And slow the time way

To give the love amusing

In tie

The morning will stay

The nights go away

The willing increases

The heart flame appears

Trying to get calmness

By sharing calm of heart

Another and say

That is my desire

That is my love

Who will give

The mean of life

For only

Long way
the love is like a garden
Helena Aug 2018
Crisp leaves fall down her spine
Shedding the youthful look
Of her once
Tangerine-tainted shine

Her body shreds but trunk keeps growing
Her hungry hands, unwilled, unknowing
look for the tang, the sweetness
She once held between her thighs


Amidst the cruel winter
Thoughts invaded her spine
But she grew and grew till she
Outgrew her mind

What a wonderful thing
Time.
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