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Maja Mar 2020
Two
Strong is the heart,
shared between two;

because multiple of something,
is more powerful than a few
The heart sign <3 is two heart joined.
Poetic T Mar 2020
A simple Hi, can be more powerful than silence to someone.
Prosperity is a silent snowfall
On a winter night
Building slowly flake by flake
And the whole world
In the morning
Is a white carpeted wonderland

Prosperity is patient growth

Prosperity is a mighty glacier
Moving imperceptibly
Year by year
Carving through solid rock
And easily clearing
Any obstacles in its path

Prosperity is power

Prosperity is a mountain range
Packed with winter snow
Delivering water week by week
To the valleys below
With vibrant rivers and streams
Bringing nourishment
Month by month

Prosperity is giving
Last week I was driving home from my parent's house in the evening, and enjoying the evening glow on the snowy Utah mountains. Snow can be so beautiful and soft, and yet it can be powerful and strong under some circumstances also. The snow here in the mountains of Utah nourish the valleys all summer long, so snow can be giving also.

I thought of how prosperity can be soft and incremental, and strong, and giving! The whole poem was in my head by the time I got home.

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Dita Feb 2020
The way the music made her head sway-
effortless beauty
Each melody met her movements,
magnetically greeting each other,
as if this time and place,
this way and reason,
had been looking for her, her whole life.
The walls moved farther away from her,
everyone in the room stealing glimpses for themselves.
An aura protected by the frequencies of love,
her hands followed the curves of her own body.
Hands that gently tugged on her hair to connect with the intensity,
forbidden sensuality of the eyes, mind, and body.
Beware of the girl who creates a story out of a moment,
she holds the power to turn raindrops to hurricanes,
and a kiss to a lifetime.
Poppy Halafihi Jan 2020
You may not be able to prevent the rain from falling on a hot summers day
You may not be able to make the lightning and thunder go away
You know when to appear
Taking away all that I fear
Your arc is so powerful
I can face any puddle
And get through the struggle
Your light shine so bright  
Making everything alright
How lucky I’m I to have you up there watching in the sky
You are more than seven colours, you are filled with millions hidden to the naked eye

There is no *** of gold at the end of the rainbow
You are the treasure everyone is searching for
Open your eyes to the beauty that lays all around.
Keara Marie Jan 2020
A storm is coming, I hope it's ready for me.
MisfitOfSociety Jan 2020
I can't feel my spirit.
This body is so strange to me.
Slipping through the subway grates,
My flesh dissolves into plastic seats.
I feel no difference between it and me.
Work my fingers across my face,
To see if I am still there.

Vanishing and appearing in the reflection again,
I don't identify with that thing that I am.
It feels like I am separate from it,
It feels like I don't belong in it.
No longer a temple,
No longer a place for a spirit.

One great big seductive neon distraction,
Convincing us into buying:

L-shaped couches,
Makeup kits,
Brand new cars
and television sets.

I work for freedom and pay for slavery.
The things I own I've become.
**** it all, who needs freedom?
angel dust Jan 2020
i yearn to know
                  what you are
             thinking.

      i can sense some of you
but
      it isn’t enough anymore


i like the way your knuckles
         and
               palms
expand
           and
                 contract
                 when you speak

                                             the way your
                               eyes grow when
                    you ask me
         something

the way you run your fingers
through your hair
before you tell a story

                        i want to know more of you...

yet
             i can’t help but wonder
how close should i allow myself?

                                        something about you
                      pulls me in

you are
  the moon
i am
     the ocean

a force,
       undeniable        
                powerful
                         magnetic
                                 hypnotic

my body and mind have
collapsed
        into you


                        and i need
   your authentic, organic, uninhibited
                         thoughts

the unknown entices me
                   and
         simultaneously
                              freezes me in my tracks.
Dani Jan 2020
Whether spoken
Or written down upon paper
It can never be taken away
It shall linger
In pen
In minds
Filled with love
Filled with hate
Healing
Festering
The power to raise up kingdoms from nothing
And destroy them just as quickly
Laying forgotten in drafts
In stories of old their songs lost
Among the dust of the past
Spreading truth
Spreading lies
Words are the unwritten paradoxes
Waiting to find their place in the world
A reflection on the power of words
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