Genre: Love, Romance, Loneliness
Stranger things have Happened I must Say. It must lead to something greater than the unknown I pray it leads me straight to You and You to Me anticipation it has killed me before I feel it’s different this time though….. Beautiful?! One might ask: My Reply is only this to you, Beyond Beautiful He is indeed but of this you would only know if my eyes were yours for a moment in this time to see just as I see He. Stranger things as said have happened indeed. Scared? Yes!!!! Terrified if I must add, Not of One Another But of Each Self and what we both harbor. “What If” we just gave up He on I and I on He “What if” I don’t want that to be Our Goodbye; We Just Began this journey him and I “What if” Is not in Our Stars so why are we Fighting A War Within knowing The outcome of Our own self Battle Neither one of us has yet to win. I give you this very day the key to my domain my Sacred Place Very few have ever been allowed in please remember they don’t make duplicates be cautious yet gentle what your holding Is beyond repair if ever broken or filled with despair. One last thing I must write on the lines of your Soul, so if ever apart you may hear them whisper upon every beat of your heart: Not by Accident……Coincidence Agreed! Only Angels hear the tears of pain we cry the ones that fall from our eyes and flood our souls beyond our control… Perhaps we pained simultaneously that day for we may never know how our story was told only how it’s supposed to read: You ~ Me ~ Our beautiful destiny.
Copyrighted 2016
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ΜEMORY, Poetry by Tzoutzi Mantzourani
Memory…
You erase everything
with a sponge
when you want…
You keep only the minimum
those small things
that were wrong done,
Genres: Rhyme, Love, Relationship
ΜEMORY
by Tzoutzi Mantzourani
Memory…
You erase everything
with a sponge
when you want…
You keep only the minimum
those small things
that were wrong done,
but so sweet,
so full of lust
so very well lived.
Ah… the memory!!!
I forgot your face
I can’t even remember
your eyes anymore.
Only, when the weather
changes,
few words, sharp as
a knife
just few words…
when we said goodbye.
I don’t even remember
what they were anymore…
Just the pain..
the pain of the moment
Only that I feel in my heart…
Only that….I remember.
Tzoutzi Mantzourani
STRAY POEMS.
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Ghost of my love, Poetry Mandar Naik
Last night I saw ghost of my love
It stood in the window, looking above.
It looked pale, tired and in despair,
As if it had just arrived from a crowded fair.
Genre: Rhyme, Romance, Love
Ghost of my love
by Mandar Naik
Last night I saw ghost of my love
It stood in the window, looking above.
It looked pale, tired and in despair,
As if it had just arrived from a crowded fair.
I was scared to see its darkest eyes,
Still hoping to give it one more rise.
Its deep buried smell of past,
Made me feel disturbed and aghast.
It pleaded me for a single sight,
to remember those days, tears and fight.
That endless waiting, those arms and songs to sing
Those rains, those touches, don’t you remember anything?
I said I have buried what all has gone
Those dreams withered, leaving me alone.
On the grounds of dried tears, I have sown phony smiles,
Guarding them from looming reminiscences reverting from long miles.
When you were alive, I had lived too merrily
Each day was bliss and slept dreamily.
Never knew you will leave me midway,
In the dark caves of sorrows without any ray.
I have managed to come over those mystic chants,
Which led me again & again into vicious rants.
It was a long way & it is foregone
Now I do not wish to remember & bemoan.
You go again into the deepest of my heart,
Never to revert again, never again to mar.
Never again scare me, never again rise.
I have given everything I had now to become empty & wise.
The Ghost looked at me proudly with a beaming smile,
Embracing my wet heart, waning in a while.
Said it, it will never ever reoccur from the depths
And sleep a long dream with eyes wept.
It disappeared from the window, I stood for a while.
Paying homage to my dead love & memories of time.
Then came down the rain to wet my mind
It washed away my past, sowing seeds of hope behind.
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HearT ShapeD BubbleS, Poetry by hillary bryan
Musical sun drops
Deliriously lovely, lovely spoken notions potions & thoughts
Our hearts joined the spirit of the earth
With the key to the sky
Ask the answer to the riddle
GENRE : Dub Poetry & Performer, Inspirational, Love, Motivational, Organically Sensual, Uplifting, Expansion, Gypsy Poet
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ONLY A MATTER OF TIME, Poetry by Coni Koepfinger
On Sunday we spoke
A few words, loving yet not a lot
On Monday we spoke
She was hopeful to move
Out of that sad situation
I was eager to help her be free again
Genre: Relationship, Love, Romance
ONLY A MATTER OF TIME
by Coni Koepfinger
On Sunday we spoke
A few words, loving yet not a lot
On Monday we spoke
She was hopeful to move
Out of that sad situation
I was eager to help her be free again
On Tuesday there was no more time
To say anything more
To plan anything
To get a bed or to pack
Dreams, new dreams gone.
Just gone.
We were so hopeful.
At last, after seven years, free.
If only we could see
The time vanishing
Right before our eyes
If only we could hear
It all winding down
In the human heart
Those slow burning embers
Of human desperation
Sizzling out to ash
Why is it always too late
To late to take out the trash
And to let the other love you
It’s always a matter of time
Isn’t it?
A matter of time.
Yet what is time?
And why am I still surprised
By my ignorance
By my arrogance
Why do we always want more time
Perhaps it’s ego
To want to know
To want to go back in time
To make the words all rhyme
To let our last words be loving ones
And to make more, just a little more time.
Coni Koepfinger
Copyright 2016
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RAGING BATTLES, Poetry by Saloni Verma
A young girl walks bare feet,
Amongst the gunpowder and debris,
She looks at the bloody bodies, now covered,
She mourns deeply for her beloved.
Genre: Rhyme, Romance, Love
RAGING BATTLES
by Saloni Verma
A young girl walks bare feet,
Amongst the gunpowder and debris,
She looks at the bloody bodies, now covered,
She mourns deeply for her beloved.
The world was such an empty place before,
Then came her prince-on-the-white-horse to the fore,
They shared a bond that could last forevermore
The world wasn’t so empty anymore.
He was a soldier of the state,
Serving the country was his fate,
He loved his girl and his nation,
He was his country’s true citizen.
They walked the lush gardens hand-in-hand,
They scoured for shells in the golden sand,
They ran gleefully in the rain,
They were not aware of the upcoming pain.
One day, he got called for his duty,
He was called to serve at the front;
They were taught to show no pity,
The enemy had to face the brunt.
The girl was left alone to ponder,
The state of her lover she often wondered;
She passed her days lying in wait,
She couldn’t leave everything in the hands of fate.
She heard the radio day and night,
Heard the horrific results of the fight;
They often recounted the names of the dead,
With worry did her forehead always sweat.
He called one day, “How are you, my love?”
“Lying in your wait”, she only sobbed.
He told her of his friends’ death,
She only said that she was sitting with awaited breath.
He recounted the booms of the guns, the missiles, the bodies,
He told her how they had to live as a quarry;
He said he was proud to fight,
He said he was content he was right.
Though the barrels made him shiver,
He had always the strength-filled quiver.
She longed to see him day & night,
She heard from them one twilight,
He had been martyred by the enemy’s cannon,
“He was our bravest soldier”, said the Captain.
Her heart burst with paramount grief,
Battles raged in her heart as on the streets;
“How ironical”, she thought grimly of her loss,
That it should come at a time after their country had won.
She walked then between the gunpowder and debris,
She now only felt the thorns of the roses, on her feet;
Come and see the blood in the streets, her heart cried
Come and see the blood in the streets!
Come and see the
blood in the streets!!
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LOVE’S REALITY, Poetry by Jonell Kirby Cash
My Love wrote me a poem:
“I’ve had you in my life…
Five thousand days and more,
You’ve been a loving wife”
Genre: Love, Rhyme, Relationship
LOVE’S REALITY
by Jonell Kirby Cash
My Love wrote me a poem:
“I’ve had you in my life…
Five thousand days and more,
You’ve been a loving wife”
What more can I wish for…
Five thousand days with you;
“You made my life joyful;
The happy times I knew”
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Those days flew by—I didn’t know—
I’d be alone –I never knew;
Five thousand days –were not enough
“Our time was short…our days too few”
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Baby come home, Poetry by Mike Hill
In bed i wait for darling to come home
Wondering if he is alright or alone
I stare at the cling with tears in my eyes
Wondering if i could make alone another night
My darling is still gone and i want to here his voice
Genre: Love, Rhyme
Baby come home
by Mike Hill
Baby come home
In bed i wait for darling to come home
Wondering if he is alright or alone
I stare at the cling with tears in my eyes
Wondering if i could make alone another night
My darling is still gone and i want to here his voice
Its been a long time since we both made a choice.
He left in the morning and never came home
I waited and watched and stared at the door
Hoping to here his foot steps once more.
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JUST ANOTHER WALK, Poetry by Milena O. Laska
I disappeared.
An exit in the other world
Walking for the tribute
Just another walk in the pain
This World is for you?
Genre: Rhyme, Love
JUST ANOTHER WALK
by Milena O. Laska
I disappeared.
An exit in the other world
Walking for the tribute
Just another walk in the pain
This World is for you?
Just another walk
On the other side
Give me your shoulder
And just another life
I need you
I want to be with you
Looking for the tribute.
I dry my tears
Armed by my fears
With their shields and spears
Killing me by loving you,
Tender Angel.
Come soon, again,
I need to be armed again,
You dont come in vain,
I need you, guarded by you,
Angel.
Mild and tender
Through this worlds thunder and rain.
Just another walk for the tribute.
Armed my fears and tears
I dream and dream and only you Angel must know
What I mean, calling you from the other side of love.
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so here is mine, Poetry by Ghada 20
You are the love
you are the fate
you are the soul and
its mate
Genre: Romance, Love, Relationship
so here is mine
by Ghada 20
You are the love
you are the fate
you are the soul and
its mate
you are a dream
and debate
you are the morning song
and relief
you are me… my very
special case.
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