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Em MacKenzie Sep 2017
We watched stars shine bright, searching for any that shot,
and we witnessed none that night so we wished on the ones we got.
I confessed with a laugh that if my brain was split in two,
they could observe each half and each stem would lead to you.

We stood in dark parking lots, feet treading on glass long broken,
my head was drowning in thoughts; every one unspoken.
I stumbled on a confession each and every single time,
that you were a drug and an obsession; a favourite of mine.

And she talks to me in dreams,
whispering words of true love.
It tells of beautiful melodic themes,
a voice that comes from above.
Two souls forever bound, two bodies wrapped in sheets,
listening to the sound of our joined heartbeats.

We laughed together in dim light to jokes only we would get,
and you were the only thing in sight, my sunrise and my sunset.
I traced the outlines of your form, with both hands and my eyes,
and together we'll keep warm; arms on shoulders, legs on thighs.

And she kisses me awake,
her lips greet me like the sun.
But my dream world doesn't break,
'cause her presence tends to stun.
I have finally been found, once I was lost in the dark streets,
now we're listening to the sound of our joined heartbeats.

Caress my skin and whisper my name in my ear,
I'll let your voice in 'cause it's all I want to hear.
Fingertips can scratch, but now they feel so smooth,
the last mark I didn't catch but now I think I got the groove.
Candlelight will show me all I need to see,
and my hands will guide to where they need to be.
Our voices mesh into one, our souls and mind link,
and our hearts beat together; perfectly in sync.

And she blows air into my chest,
giving me oxygen to breathe.
With her hand resting upon my breast,
I promise her that I'll never leave.
Side by side on the ground, same song just repeats,
and we're listening to the sound of our joined heartbeats.
Star BG Sep 2017
While heart slumbers
in thy vessel,
I do fish
for that special love.
The one who has tail-like form
that attracts self.

A person who's eyes sparkle
with my self mirrored
so we play in fields of silken sheets.

Where our dreams match
so we drift in oneness
in fantasy land
capturing rainbow stars.

Where our gentle heartbeats
merge to
orchestrate a masterpiece,
that plays to our souls delight.

Yes while heart rests
releasing gentle tones
in secret code,
I move with quest
hoping for peace.

Peace,
that gives heart wings
inside ones loving arms.


StarBG © 2017
Inspired by Nolittleboy a grand poet.
Clive Blake Aug 2017
Morn.

Cockerels
Crow.

Days-
Light
Grow.

Hours
Pass,
Sun
Shone.­

Sunset ...
Reddy,
Steady,
Go,
Gone.

Night,
Black,
Quiet,
Lonely,
Fear
B­orn.

Morn.

Cockerels
Crow.

Days-
Light
Grow ...
Diána Bósa Jun 2017
It's happened on your last watch.
In a lonesome salvage yard,
she - who was raised by machines - like
an electric shadow on a hopeless, desolate street in Berlin,
was risen by
the taste of your swallowed tears as bitter as gall,
the music of your careless heartbeats singing
its own song of rust,
exhaling radiowaves for picture and thus
bring you into life again
by reshaping the man - from the sounds of wind chimes
and piano accords - who you were
more than half a life ago.
Star BG May 2017
When I began to write
peace was mine.
I danced in steps
to the music of poetry in mind.
I wrote
sometimes in day,
or middle of night.

Eventually, my heart expanded
writing often until all my heartbeats
were of poetry.  
Every breath housed another poem.
Everything inspired me.

In time, I evolved meditating
connecting to source
and NOW...
Every cell in my body vibrates poetry.

Hooray, for me. I am blessed
with a golden pen, a waterfall of poems,
and loving soul.

StarBG © 2017
M Harris Apr 2017
Sapphire Eyes Of An Astral Mermaid,
Perpetual Eternities & Her Sundrenched Serenades,

Myriad Odysseys & Spellbound Fairytales,
Veiled In Elysian Elegance Of Her Harmonious Tales,

****** Landscapes & Electric Fire,
Stellar Cloudscapes Of Her Ecstatic Desires,

Spatial Matrix Of An Emerald Queen,
An Ethereal Butterfly Perpetually Serene,

Colored Screenshots & Blue Moon Foundations,
Wrecking Overdose Of Her Summer Seductions,

Synthetic Transformations Of Her Sun Caged Maze,
Interstellar Canvas Painted In Her Galactic Sage,

Searchlights Trapped In Her Floral Vortex,
Eternal Burns Streaming Spectral ***,

Supernova Charades & Her Uncharted Palisades,
Dewdrops Verses Drenched In Her Toxic Shades,

Restrained Insanity & Crystal Heartbeats
Stained Perspectives Of Her Intimate Deceits,

Phantasmal Radiance To Her Billion Dreams,
Enigmatic Raves Blossoming Into Epiphanic Realms.

- 05:47 AM -
elizabeth Mar 2017
Heart beats and paper wings,
Tattered clothes and souls that sing.
Beauty that relies on grace,
Salty tears that run down the face.
Hopes that give a crown and throne,
Fears that wittle down to the bone.
Angels protecting with all their might,
Demons killing out of spite.
Making sure another dies,
She won't live to be a butterfly.
March 21, 2017.
I'm not sure what exactly this is, other than a culmination of my mind.
thehiddenwriter Oct 2016
It's too late now
to fix things which we ignored thinking will get eventually fixed all by themselves, maybe we should have acted earlier or maybe we should have cared some more ,
but all these maybe's are now nothing more than a false comfort providing words and now I understand that it was only our fault  we let it become a dying heartbeat -
one which just fades and fades !
My sweetheart I sell my heart beats to bloom
Spare your style and graces for me not to gloom
I carry your fragrance being all alone in room
I am all alone in world only you can fill vacuum

I am victim of spring I am taken over by autumn
Being last hope in life please take care and come
Just leave for my rivals all cynicism and criticism
Please spread some streaks of light on life album

I listened melodious sound in desert sand dunes
I saw your image on mountains full of love tunes
You travel through all suns and through all moons
You are like a wonderful cool breeze in afternoons

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
11 | 31 Poems for August 2016

I keep hearing the echoes of piano keys and guitar strings.
I’m intrigued by the joy Luyanda brings every time she sings.
It’s amazing how every single note becomes an unforgettable poem.
Sometimes silence echoes through the urban streets of ghettos.
The world’s love and light tries to illuminate in all our broken halos.
My creativity was trapped in broken dreams until I heard her sing.
People give her their absolute attention as she strokes each string.
The sun came out just to impersonate the warmth of her aura.
Even if things don’t always go our way, I know that we will all be okay.
I hear echoes of a million heartbeats between abandoned buildings and crowded streets.
A million heartbeats keep echoing between Hammanskraal and Atteridgeville.
I hear millions of echoes within the silence of busy ghetto and urban streets.
I hear echoes of piano keys and guitar strings every time Luyanda speaks.
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