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 Oct 2017 Cam
SøułSurvivør
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The tears of a rose
Will soak and stain
They're from her heart
They're stored up rain

They come from heaven
To flow down thorns
They sing in screams
From her lips torn

They can be acid
To burn the bloom
They can be crystal
Reflecting moons

The rose will open
In dead of night
The tears from petals
Refract the light

They cascade down
Drop from the leaves
For her soul
She sits and grieves

For her soul
The drops fall down
They feed her roots
Under the ground

They bring her back
The legend goes
There's healing in

Tears of a rose


SøułSurvivør
(C) 10/3/2017
I was talking to a friend this evening. Praying with her. She just endured a tremendous life setback. Said she couldn't stop crying. This metaphor came to my mind. This poem is for my dear friend. It is my sincerest hope that it brings healing.

I'm really sorry i haven't been reading. I have excellent reasons, of which some of you are aware. I just don't want you to think that I don't care. I do. I just have a lot on my plate. Thanks for understanding.

♡♡ LOVE YOU ALL! ♡♡
 Oct 2017 Cam
Pagan Paul
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A shepherd gently tends his flocks,
on the night of the Autumn equinox.
Patiently guarding his wayward sheep,
as the Oak King prepares for sleep.

And the Holly King from slumber wakes,
with solemnity his tired head he shakes.
Then joyous laughter he openly roars,
his half year reign once more restored.

Guiding all Nature to a bed of rest,
to energise, regrow, is his duty quest.
Bringing his peace and tranquility serene,
for the comfort of his bridal Queen.

For She is Nature, there all year long,
loved and celebrated in many a song.
No greater love could She invoke,
her two wild husbands, Holly and Oak.

So Oak pens his warm Summer verse,
and Holly writes of cold Winters' worst.
Her heart draped upon their royal thrones,
bringing joy to this eternal Game of Poems.



© Pagan Paul (03/10/17)
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 Oct 2017 Cam
Em MacKenzie
The broken man can not feel,
no, the broken man can not heal.
The broken man creates a child,
and leaves it defenseless in the wild.

The broken man does not care,
no, the broken man is never there.
The broken man is built to roam,
after he destroys your home.
He'll put your life upon a shelf,
yes, the broken man only loves himself.
The broken man has no voice,
ignoring common sense with every choice.

It's his world, it's his life,
you've been hurled, for his wife.
It's his plan, it's his goals,
the broken man leaves broken souls.

The broken man just lives for fun,
he believes he is the only one.
The broken man is always dazed,
and believes his family is not phased.
The broken man cares much for wealth,
but still he only loves himself.
The broken man is my father,
and I don't wish to be a broken daughter.

It's his world, it's his life,
he’s got pearl, I’ve got strife.
It's his clan, filled by holes,
the broken man leaves broken souls.

The broken man does not feel,
no, the broken man will always steal.
The broken man creates a child,
and the broken man has never smiled.
The broken man cares not for health,
but he'll always only love himself.
The broken man is my father,
because of the mother I miss; he forgot her.

It's his world, it's his life,
you've been hurled, for his wife.
It's his plan, it's his goals,
the broken man leaves broken souls.
 Oct 2017 Cam
Harmony
fragile
 Oct 2017 Cam
Harmony
Im fragile,
My heart is to the sky.
I am open, alive, and exposed in the night.
The world is bright, the sun is out
But I am hurt so I will shout
A cry
Of distress
In a bright yellow dress.
I sing a song of defeat
With a crowd before me
Who applauds for the melody,
I need a remedy.

I dont remember what I came here for
My heart is deaf from the sound of
slamming
doors.
 Oct 2017 Cam
Jun Lit
Verbosity
kills
Intimacy.
Hugs
deliver
care.
Hearts
talk,
Kisses
­translate.
Experiments with short (10w) poetry. Personifications of thoughts and feelings and . . . so on.
 Sep 2017 Cam
Ahmed Ali
Only You..
 Sep 2017 Cam
Ahmed Ali
Only You...

With every breath I shrug a tremor,
As he sends a shiver through my rudder,
I ask him what is my blunder,
Says he... it is like this once you surrender!

Where ever thou may settle ..shun the desire,
Make a home out of it even if it may be poor in attire.
I do not question Thee O' my Teacher,
I bow before Thee like a helpless creature."

Where there was nothing, I now see a new World,
Where there was you and me, I see only Thee unfurled.

(By:  Khan, BA)
 Sep 2017 Cam
Ahmed Ali
Rain Drops..
 Sep 2017 Cam
Ahmed Ali
Rain Drops..


“These rain drops keep falling on my head,
As I write these words to tell you my friend,
I ain’t no poet nor a man who takes poetry to bed,
But a simple being who believes that this whole world is his friend!”

(BA Khan)
 Sep 2017 Cam
Ahmed Ali
Painting..
 Sep 2017 Cam
Ahmed Ali
Painting...

"The painting speaks thus
Of the strokes that shaped it's bust
All admire the colors and the crest
Few see the blood that colored it the best"

(By: Khan, BA)
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