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The wind gently blows the trees
They sway gracefully
The sun smiles down on the world
you can hear the babble of an unseen brook
What a nice day
The bees buzz
The birds sing
The world is at peace

Relax
Breathe
Be at peace
Accept yourself and feel a weight lift
Let yourself be happy
It's all in your controll
Don't let the world dull your glow
Q Jan 2015
No more will this go
We are here to thrive and glow
So scram with your hate
Axiana Jan 2015
Eyes the color of tiger stones
Whisper to me your song of old
Soft scales, impactful blows
So beautiful
Remind me of your powerful soul
A rising orange sun-glow
Reflects the light just so
I can see the life lines of your skin
Encouraging me to go within
The infinite being that is
Accepting the power I miss
Now, I lift my Self higher
Connect with fire
I align with a desire
To take the ego from its towering spire
And begin to rewire
The thoughts that conspire
To cause me to tire
Before I can muster
The energy to uncover
What I thought I had lost, however
Now I know
Nothing is ever lost forever
I am never alone.
Inspired by my sister's beautiful and intricate Amel Cornsnake. I had a moment where I was gazing into her eyes and this poem just came forth. Apologies for the roughness of it. Thank you all for your support <3
Grace Pickard Jan 2015
Your glow stick veins are meant to be cracked
To ooze beneath your tissue thin skin whilst smacked
To seep into minuscule puddles across you- trapped
To illuminate your thousands of flaws- mapped
Then to disappear- forgotten, forlorn, inapt.
Lady Bird Jan 2015
Fire in the drifting snow
Pools of blazing steam
Together our bodies glow
Like a burning dream
Hold me in your arms
Never let me go
Amitav Radiance Jan 2015
There was the flickering flame
At the corner of the room
Used to be bright, once upon
Wick is running out of time
Till it burns away, forever
Soot of yesteryear
And the blackened walls
Hand-prints left on them
Last remains of glowing days
Flame becomes shorter
Fumes of last breath
Choking the lungs
Guiding hands
Shall keep the flames alive
From the gusty winds
For how long
Before it extinguishes
Fading away to the darkness
Touch me softly
And run a feather
From over my neck to my belly

Then
Up and down
round and round
Move your hands gently
Over my boomerang

And when you can’t hold it
Anymore
Move fast and slow
Eye to eye
Until our faces glow red
and our hair is wet with sweat

Crisscross, our
legs like scissors
#feather #belly #gently #boomerang #glow #red #wet #sweat #crisscross #scissors
Mana Dec 2014
Oh I have reasons to be sad
And reasons to be happy
Seasons to embrace
but the winter just feels ******
I've found a silver lining
or maybe it's a gold
It's this little thing called LOVE
And it never ever gets old.
I heard it as a whisper,
as a voice inside my head.
It said "I Love You Katherine"
And it rarely ever gets said
So now I learn to listen
and embrace the happy glow,
it makes me warm and tingly
and now it really starts to flow.
I want to give it to you all
but right now this one's for me.
You see I've been neglecting it
and it's helping me feel free.
Soon I won't have to listen
and I'll just begin to know
if you neglect the voice inside too,
know that Love can ease your woes
and it's never to late to do.
We interrupt this program
To tell you that your madness is showing
Lighten up on the glow stick purchases
You're scaring the children
Matthew Harlovic Nov 2014
And on my darkest days
my scars seem to glow

© Matthew Harlovic
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