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A fruit may look beautiful yet taste bitter
A fruit may look ugly yet have a taste to make you reconsider
A fruit may look ugly yet taste the sweetest
A fruit may look beautiful yet taste the weakest
~20/3/21
Don't judge a fruit by its cover.
noor Mar 2021
you gave me a flower
as it bloomed into a beauty

my flower was beautiful
it shone brightly under the sun
conveying its beauty to everyone

my flower smelled so sweet
that even the honeybees would come around
thinking it was a treat

but soon

the petals on my flower
began to darken

the petals on my flower
began to wilt

and finally

the petals on my flower
fell off
one by one

reminding me that
something so beautiful and sweet

will always be temporary
Mel Mar 2021
Let’s lay on the grass
We can just hold each other, pressing our lips together
In unorganized harmony

We can be the only ones in the world
Just for a moment

That
Small
Small
Moment

We can be the only ones in the world
To lay on the grass
And kiss
I want this so much, you know?
Lyn-Purcell Mar 2021

A kiss under stars
is the greatest place to be
For they are our sparks


Hard to believe we're in March! Time is really flying by.
This one is just a small haiku for my journey.
Something I've always dream to have, haha!
It's a girlish dream of mine but a dream none the less ☺💜
I'll hold onto it though, in a better time and when I'm in a much better place.
Please stay safe and well all, everyone! You and your families!
Much love,
Lyn ***
LC Mar 2021
a little simile here,
a splash of metaphor there,
all carefully folded and mixed
to form a delicious souffle.

it goes into the oven
at the perfect temperature.
the souffle begins to rise,
the sweet aroma engulfs the room.

but the timer chimes early.
they take the souffle out,
and it sinks within itself,
forming a deep, large canyon.

but this souffle is different.
they put it back in the oven.
it bakes longer and longer
until it finally rises again.
Sometimes it takes time to find the right words. Take all the time you need. :)
Deavin jean Mar 2021
The bliss of being a child.
No worries, no responsibilities, no bills!
Freshly scratched misquito bites, grass stained jeans, playing hide and seek with fireflies.
The innocence, the love... the unconditonal love.
I wonder who you where before the world made you cold..
What it was, is we were children, we had no idea we was making memories, all we knew was we was having fun.. even if we got into trouble.
Innocent memories flushed away from the dark grasp of life and addictions.
The days i miss so much, i can hardly remember because i spent most of my life trying to get as **ed up as i could so i could forget.
Payton Hayes Mar 2021
Night flower blossoming
Beneath the summer sky
Petal parasols unfurling
Throughout June and July

She was born under the moon
Nocturnal butterfly
Pollinated by pale moths
To live one day then die

Moonflower blooms in warmth
Her short season’s end nigh
Shriveling once the frost sets in
And conceding to the ice

Moonblossom rich in scent
A true pleasure to stand by
Her short-lived sweet fragrance
Would all surely vivify
This poem was written in 2020.
Dali Feb 2021
A friend: passion, deep as the soul, drinks, blanket, and a cave to chat about escaping the world.
Quite you are they say
But not as what I see when I watch your face
Cause I felt, saw the storms/fires over and over
But no one heed even your warnings
I saw your own beauty that you didn’t even notice
Your soul is a cosmos’s of mystery
A wind mixed with fire
Cause you are a precious and rare
No one will gets you
Nor take your place in existence and your absence
Cause you made everyone fall
To make a call
from dawn to dusk
nor just to meet you for a few seconds at the hall
Can we take every road ?
To escape the world
like we talked before
When we went to see the cave and let our soul to talk before we fall.
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