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Saïda Boūzazy May 2019
I like blue; it's the colour of the sky
I like blue; it's the colour of his eyes
I can see his love reflected in that sky
I can see how big it is like the sky
His love for me reflected in his eye
like  the water reflecting the sky
Blue, pure, and  mere like the mere ^^
Cardboard-Jones Sep 2020
Au Revoir, twinkle star.
It’s okay to cry a little, baby.
As the night comes to play,
I’ll be here for you to claim me.

Thanks to Gene, I can see,
How the world is pure imagination.
But it means not a think
If you can’t share in my elation.

As you sleep, dream of me,
In your world of slumber animation.
Won’t be long, sing this song,
And I promise it will hasten.

So bonsoir, little star.
Wrap yourself inside your little blanket.
I’ll be here for you dear,
Just as you always expected.
I'm obsessed with Pure Imagination from ***** Wonka so I used the style to make this lullaby. I don't know if this is considered an original work because of that but I don't care. I just like it! I hope you do too! Oh, and au revoir and bosoir mean goodbye and good evening in french respectively
d Sep 2020
They say that in the final 30 seconds of your life, you see either the  best moments, or the entire thing flash before your eyes. I couldn't really differentiate between the two;
Thirty. One of the most memorable performances of my life, the day you caught my eye from amongst the crowd. Twenty-seven. That day my friends and I hung out at the pool and laughed so much that I nearly died. Twenty-three. When we were at your place and I cut and colored my hair, all in your bathroom sink. Fifteen. All of us, sleep deprived, but lazily singing and dancing on the pavement nonetheless because school was out. Eleven. My hands hold yours. Your lips hold mine. Six. The final sunset I'd ever witness. Three. Your eyes. Zero.
Carl m Sep 2020
Purity is something your body once knew
When you met me your lips were sealed
That night our skin touched purity was filled with sin
You made me feel as though my body was a temple only meant to be seen by you
Which was only the truth, you watched me every night as my head hit the pillow
Sleeping was the only way I could be away from you.
Do you guys like my poetry?
Lane O Aug 2020
white jasmine petals
like the finest silk so pure
nature's sweet perfume
Austin B Aug 2020
There's a bird at your window.
Chest cloaked in a lush boastful yellow.
Timid dust brown feathered head,
with flurries of white laced around its neck.
There's a bird at your window.
Singing the echoes of blissful memories,
majestic tones of innocence.
There's a bird at your window.
Eyes filled to the top with intuition,
feathers fluttering with intent,
not a worry in the world.
There's a bird at your window.
Wondering if it knows,
knows what world we live in today,
or if it even cares.
There's a bird at your window.
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2020

Distant Fortune's Isle
Stars glints the dark one's eyes
Wind brings silver dew


New day, new haiku!
Hard to be believe that this is my 940th poem, haha!
Anywho, keeping with the Pleiades aka the Seven Sisters, this one is for Celaeno. She is also known to be a wife of Posideon and bore him children, Lycus and Eurypylus, and ruled over the Isle of the Fortunate, a
isle reserved only for those were supposedly reincarnated three times. They were deemed pure enough to be accepted into Elysian.
Just two more Pleiades to go!
Anyway, thank you all for growing followers, I'm forever humbled and grateful for the support🙏🌹💜
Here's the link for the growing collection:
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/132853/the-women-of-myth/
Be back tomorrow with another one!
Much love,
Lyn 💜
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