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Heidi Ludwiczak Aug 2017
I own me ~

You can hold me ~

Take me ~
but in the end ~

I Let you handle me

I own me ~

Neither your kiss or your caress,

will ever assigned myself to you

I enabled you to hold me ~

Willingly, Fully
This short poem is about owning yourself, you only give what you want to someone. You have the power to give something with limits. No one own you but yourself. Never think someone own you for any reason, you control your life as you please.
Star BG Aug 2017
I carry,
an explosive spark
with a mysterious past
and wisdom of my soul.

I breath,
in sacred moment
aligned with divine  
blessed with miracles.

I move,
inside authentic self
with power to create
inside love.

I dance,
inside adventurous spirit
to celebrate life
and be who I am.

I hold,
a bright torch in heart
one that launches dreams.
as I, carry the world with love
and the world carries me.

StarBG © 2017
Inspired by a picture but this site doesn't allow pictures. Bah Humbug! LOL
Jayantee Khare Aug 2017
God made rivers to flow!
Never stop, ahead they go!
By making the dam,
humans trying to tam.

The water, thus conserved,
To serve the mankind, it's reserved.
The earth, is nourished!
The life, is flourished!

Dam too has a limit
To hold the force hydraulic,
Then to release it gradually
Using the force controllably,
If unreleased, then catastrophic
Flushes out!
Washes out!
Lashes out!
Everything!!

Learn to hold your inherent power,
and release in a controlled manner.
**Be a reservoir of emotions
upto a limit!
and utilize them constructively
for benefit!
Self restraint on our emotions is "damming them", and then releasing them constructive manner is "power generation"...maybe through poetry or other art,  but do not hold them beyond limit to avoid disaster...
As long as we choose to move forward,
we can find the inward strength to…
hold onto our Hope; pain ends, when
we look to Christ and His Love for us.
Therefore, let’s adjust our backward

thinking, by cleansing our thoughts
with the beauty of His Holy Word; as
we begin to trust Him and apply Truth
to our lives, positive results occur.
Are we gambling, rashly casting lots

for ungodly outcomes to succeed, based
on Worldly methodologies? Can we learn
to be patient and rightly divine God’s
Word? What will it take us to remain,
in His sight… pure, holy and chaste?
Inspired by:
Rom 15:13; 1 Tim 1:1b; Psa 3:2-6; 1 Pet 1:3-6

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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2017, All rights reserved.
Candice Jul 2017
I wait aimlessly for your arrival
Just to see your smile
To hold you in my arms
To keep you from the world's harm

As I sit waiting
That moment I am creating
When I can finally see you standing before me
How lovely would that be
I hear your car outside
Last time I saw you I cried

As I run to meet you
I realize our love is true
Our bodies meet with an embrace
And all I can feel is my heart race

We spend hours together
We're two birds of a feather
I enjoy every second I have sitting beside you
Butterflies I get from you, as if our love is still new

The way you say goodbye
And the way you cry
And hug me so tight
In your arms it feels so right
Kissing you for what I know is the last time for awhile
Oh, how I'll miss that smile

As I walk away from the only thing I've ever really known
Home doesn't even feel like home
All I can say is that I miss you, Bay
Knowing you're about 130 miles
grace anthony Jul 2017
Why hold on
To so much
When you know
You will have
To let go
And move on
Paul Jones Jul 2017
A shadow of your     maker, you gave us
hope... strength. Hold the door -      these words became you.
18:00 - 16-07-17

State of mind: sadness, deep thought.
Perspective: philosophical; spiritual.

- GAME OF THRONES SPOILER ALERT -

Thoughts: from watching - Game of Thrones. Series 6, episode 5 - 'The Door'.

In memory of Hodor. We will never forget the strength and servitude you gave to keep Bran alive. That kept hope alive.

Something unreal can still be a vessel for what is true about reality. Fantasy, legends, the spirit of myth and make-believe... stories give us our values, teach us wisdom, and truth. They are a retreat in memory or reading, a silent place of honesty, when all around us the world is riddled with lies, deceit and corruption. They are the pillars of religion, the backbone of our beliefs, the conversations with old friends over coffee, or a pint.

Questions: none.
komal aggarwal Jul 2017
When you say nothing and they heard everything
When things are hard but they always be your part
When they can see the best in you ,
When you choose to hide they hold you and takes you for a ride
Life is full of ups an down
It's totally depends on whom we choose as our soul guards
The wiser one will bliss it
And the another one will dolour it !!
CeilingStar Jul 2017
the devil will drown you
dead before dawn

heart in your hand
hold it too tight

hurt shoots down your spine
love pools in your bones

the earth will hold you
squirm in the dirt
under its spell
cast by the devil

held in a
dream

there you lay
under
beneath cold clammy earth

death cannot be undone
not unwritten
crawl or beg
but you cannot break the spell

from ashes of soil
my soul will rise
garden of decay
and mould my home

I have paid my price
shed my skin
died within

KG
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