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restored

this surly mood has once again passed
not something i prefer to keep
would rather move onto things that last
tunes out this world and all its lies
its inuendo is devised to tantalize
there are moments when i falter
taking the path that leads to slaughter
i would do well to listen to one voice
that has yet to fail and silences the noise
the dawn will again come once more
and put to bed stories and modern folklore
sets my sights on things of a higher stance
recognizing i've yet been given another chance
become better this day and quit being the child
i've no crystal ball to see what lies beyond
but faith has a place and i'll be where i belong.
 
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Together

Fluffy pieces of purity perch on a branch
then float in the air
then drift to the ground.
I wonder how many flakes will fall
before I see your face.
Will you wait till the last morsel melts?
Till they all seep in the soil
and feed the flower seeds?
Till they grow and blossom
bursting into a bouquet
for you to pick for me?
Blossoms grown from the flakes
that I watch and wait with
We wait in wonder
for our season together.
Or will you wait till they wither
fallen back on the soil
that once held the flakes
that melted in spring.
Melt and grow the
flowers for you
to welcome you home
stand so tall and so straight
emitting a fragrance
delicate and sweet
meant to lure you here
a little faster.
Don't wait for the flowers
Come now
We'll make snow angels
and then wait
to watch the flowers grow
Together.
 
Thanks, I did too (feel uninspired) but I was looking at the page and thinking.... just write something, anything.. and so that's how that came about. I wrote it right in the reply box.
 
:) Thank you. Poe you amaze me. How are you everywhere at once? You truly are the fastest poster with the mostest postests. And about your muse....maybe if you write it a letter it will come back ;)
 
I was born in a well and all I've ever really known
Is the long tube like walls that go up to the sky?
The dark shine deep within down....
When I cried my tears began to fill the dry well
And slowly over time the water rises, someday
Maybe it will float me free?
Then comes the sun and dries the salty water out
In my despair down alone I oft think what a world
Up there would be like?
Where my world split between the light and the dark
Things bring both comfort and sorrow
For I've nothing to feel in the lonely isolation but then
To I crave the company of another
Would the world that I had learned to perceive
Change if I had been set free?
But my thoughts being compatible with those left to run wild
In my Dark well I am oft visited by abstract thoughts
Moral conundrums that leave me feeling empty inside
The dark within smooth the flame inside as time
Slowly to the point of the Universe in-between my soul and mind
Wherein I can perceive the moment before and after
The puzzles of my life and others In between those flashes
That seem seconds such clarity do I receive though after wards
I am left with an angering sorrow
But sometimes within such beauty of truth and enlightenment
Is a Pain or the realization of what can be seen?
Only comes within ones dreams.

Sometimes I wonder to myself whether my pain and suffering
Helps the fabric of the Universe and does everyone live in
Their own wells unable to see within each others
Dark and the Light and the feelings of the happiness and the
Sorrow project into the skies loft above
When I was small I oft wonder how I became to have been born
In this well?
Why someone would of dropped me into here these
Days I try not to think to that time
How hard it was to grow up all alone the ability to formulate ideas
In three fourths was it by mere accident they came?
Was my mind always destined to be this way whether left in the Dark?
Or the light?
Now growing still my arms will never out reach the walls that kept me in
Yet does this self weathered wall not keep me safe and warm at night?
Oft I see above flashes of people walking by so low down am I those them
Are unable to hear my cry
But one day I wonder shall one face beckon down and what of this moment
Will I make?
Will it be the end of something special or the beginning of something new?
Will the confusion of life without the well leave me unguarded the future tell
What shape of world have I created for myself have I been molded more than
So much so that all I can see is the faults?
Life in the well is not so bad now that each day passes on by and I have my mind
To conjure up webs of fabric with which illuminates my dreams

Striking pain that fear again fractured splintered am I no longer the same
A life just ordinary neither special no love to give no love to take
A kind smile reflect back at its owner in the puddle of water that lies
At my feet
Sad reflections why do you torment me for that which is projected to me
Can never be again we dream
For only my smile is that which returns its favor no other would beam my way
Lonely dark world no better than the bright well above
Do I contemplate the point of my misdirection?
Is that it am I unable to be whole a mere part of something that just keeps on ticking?
When I was up above during all the attention my kindness caring gentle attitude the
Sweetness I ensued was mentioned by all and yet despite all these high qualities
Born of my lonely lowly existence with which they are my bread and water
I often times found myself walking the streets alone unable to see this function
For then what a terrible twist of irony that I who had so much to give was unable
To even make the first step
I remember even in this dark that all I now see is shadows
The face of the people I set my eyes upon how in them I saw much sadness and hope
The days back then the crystal light shined and gave me warmth and joy
But now only leaves me sadness that was merely akin to a dream something far
Out of reach.
Lonely World why do you keep hold of me?
Why not let me be and set me free?
Maybe breathe and feel I was not someone such as I am more of use than those who decide
Such love than hidden in your shroud of darkness in your casket your world
And yet too is it not protection that keeps me from being hurt I chose to stay within these
Caring walls dilemma upon dilemma
Life is about the choice to which once made dreams can be shattered
As well as mans soul mind and heart

I oft find pain in my existence that seems to transcend even my ability to reconcile with it
As I sit in this puddle of tears I stare there deep within and there is nothing I can see
My eyes fill with tears that drop ever deducing circles in for that if I imagine of nothing
I see my life wherever I may look I am reminded that I am no one
In the reflection I cannot imagine a face I am alone without and within
I stand and cry from my lungs why I am left to wither like this
Before I sit back remembering it was out of choice or a choice I was led to believe
It was mine alone
Why am I left to suffer this life alone will I ever be saved from this pain
Can I ever live a life above with normality but I know this can never be
For I have been above and to most I must have of appeared normal
Appeared normal to those whom I knew so little and knew me not at all
The smiles I placed upon my face or like when you go to poke a man in the eye
Defense mechanisms pretty place to hide that which lay within
Whilst they would talk I would listen yet in my mind I knew I was not a part
Of the machinery which they all seemed to be
So then will no one understand this lonely suffering I'm choosing to go through
Because it is the only thing I know how to do
Would you set me free from this world of endless treachery?
When nothing is as it seems when people have to hide in wells
Never only to fear the part and safety

As all things much end so did the well it lays now under the ground
Covered by its walls and bricks so no cries or words spoken can be
Heard from its inside its barren, dormant only ghosts live within
And so how did this story end for truth it better not told that cast a
Shadow over mankind’s meek humanity
One day back when the well was still a place to visit along came a shadow
Of a man not a boy looking down and inside he saw the celebrated man who
Was born in the well toss one coin that they say was all it took
He launched a penny piece down the well and before he knew it
The man born in the well was dead the penny coin landing straight
Through his head there was no pain no cry silence was all that ensued
Once a life had been cradled down below now it was snubbed out
With one single final blow
The man not a boy about with his friends more humans came and from
Within the well wall they removed stones and began to throw them on down
And slowly like a butcher’s piece of meat did the man born in the well resemble
Like that when the butcher has removed the skin to the fatty tissue and pummels
It with his rolling pin blood splattering dry up the walls of this once safe well
The man who was born in the well had no time at all to reflect of his existence
Of all he had been given of what he would miss now gone of the very fact of that
Which kept him inside was the very means of his cruel death
That coin took him out in a second
It is unsure whether to say he ever did see it come maybe asleep he was when
His life was took and so now not the men not boys above a few men descend
Upon slabs on the tops of the well and with difficulty time and effort spent
They lift them over the hold blocking out the light below their intention quite clear now
And down slowly does it drop picking up speed upon its weight as it falls down
Upon the site where heart did once beat and crushes it and then another slab and
Another and another until that heart is so flat it is like a man with a boot has
Placed his dirty foot right upon the heart and stomped out every ounce of it
Until it was almost a piece of meat no longer a vessel that once carried life
Around these poor boys live body and so instead of a wake the men above are
Heard laughing and screaming knowing now they have taken his life
Although not knowing the coin would have been suffice they dance around
Walking to the broken bits of the wall till one falls on top and it crumbles
Down above him and his friends careful bring him back to his safety
As the wall falls in on itself like a self made grave
The smoke like a soul dusting the very air breathed in by those now standing
Around as they felt a part of that which no longer remains
At this point I shant ay the tears in their eyes starting running and great comedy
Was found this poor boys life was lost but I'd be lying if I did so
For only I was the one who wept the one who had found him all those years ago
Brought him to all these peoples attention before he decided to go back again
And are my tears more of guilt for I did bring this fate upon him
And those who watch on including men not boys they show no sadness no fear
Nothing but maybe one or two men or women seem a little sad but all walk off
And go about their lives and soon I’m sure we shall forget of this little one
Taken this night.
Sleep well poor boy who was born in a well may you find your happiness
Of which in this life you never found.
 
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what a tragic story poefiend :( i feel tho there is much to take away from this one if one pays attention. ty for posting it.
 
^ omgosh, that was amazing. how sad :( I really felt like, the pain of that poor boy in the well after reading that.
thank you for posting it. you are a good writer. wow.
 
phantom


sometimes i forget to feel
life today does not seem real
as if i'm in some space i don't belong
taking air from others seems so wrong
you see the life pulsing through their veins
engaged, enlivened, untouched by stains
like a shadow i move amongst them
i can see them clearly whilst being invisible
nothing to offer, nothing indelible
even in plain view i don't exist
they're so real, and i...am a mist
 
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That's a cool poem Friend. Thank you for sharing.
 
One of my favorites..........

Now, this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I liked to take a minute
Just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air

In west Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And all shootin some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys
Who were up to no good
Startin making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air'

I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror
If anything I can say this cab is rare
But I thought 'Now forget it' - 'Yo homes to Bel Air'

I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later'
I looked at my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air

:)
 
poefiend said:
I was born in a well and all I've ever really known
Is the long tube like walls that go up to the sky?
The dark shine deep within down....
When I cried my tears began to fill the dry well
And slowly over time the water rises, someday
Maybe it will float me free?
Then comes the sun and dries the salty water out
In my despair down alone I oft think what a world
Up there would be like?
Where my world split between the light and the dark
Things bring both comfort and sorrow
For I've nothing to feel in the lonely isolation but then
To I crave the company of another
Would the world that I had learned to perceive
Change if I had been set free?
But my thoughts being compatible with those left to run wild
In my Dark well I am oft visited by abstract thoughts
Moral conundrums that leave me feeling empty inside
The dark within smooth the flame inside as time
Slowly to the point of the Universe in-between my soul and mind
Wherein I can perceive the moment before and after
The puzzles of my life and others In between those flashes
That seem seconds such clarity do I receive though after wards
I am left with an angering sorrow
But sometimes within such beauty of truth and enlightenment
Is a Pain or the realization of what can be seen?
Only comes within ones dreams.

Sometimes I wonder to myself whether my pain and suffering
Helps the fabric of the Universe and does everyone live in
Their own wells unable to see within each others
Dark and the Light and the feelings of the happiness and the
Sorrow project into the skies loft above
When I was small I oft wonder how I became to have been born
In this well?
Why someone would of dropped me into here these
Days I try not to think to that time
How hard it was to grow up all alone the ability to formulate ideas
In three fourths was it by mere accident they came?
Was my mind always destined to be this way whether left in the Dark?
Or the light?
Now growing still my arms will never out reach the walls that kept me in
Yet does this self weathered wall not keep me safe and warm at night?
Oft I see above flashes of people walking by so low down am I those them
Are unable to hear my cry
But one day I wonder shall one face beckon down and what of this moment
Will I make?
Will it be the end of something special or the beginning of something new?
Will the confusion of life without the well leave me unguarded the future tell
What shape of world have I created for myself have I been molded more than
So much so that all I can see is the faults?
Life in the well is not so bad now that each day passes on by and I have my mind
To conjure up webs of fabric with which illuminates my dreams

Striking pain that fear again fractured splintered am I no longer the same
A life just ordinary neither special no love to give no love to take
A kind smile reflect back at its owner in the puddle of water that lies
At my feet
Sad reflections why do you torment me for that which is projected to me
Can never be again we dream
For only my smile is that which returns its favor no other would beam my way
Lonely dark world no better than the bright well above
Do I contemplate the point of my misdirection?
Is that it am I unable to be whole a mere part of something that just keeps on ticking?
When I was up above during all the attention my kindness caring gentle attitude the
Sweetness I ensued was mentioned by all and yet despite all these high qualities
Born of my lonely lowly existence with which they are my bread and water
I often times found myself walking the streets alone unable to see this function
For then what a terrible twist of irony that I who had so much to give was unable
To even make the first step
I remember even in this dark that all I now see is shadows
The face of the people I set my eyes upon how in them I saw much sadness and hope
The days back then the crystal light shined and gave me warmth and joy
But now only leaves me sadness that was merely akin to a dream something far
Out of reach.
Lonely World why do you keep hold of me?
Why not let me be and set me free?
Maybe breathe and feel I was not someone such as I am more of use than those who decide
Such love than hidden in your shroud of darkness in your casket your world
And yet too is it not protection that keeps me from being hurt I chose to stay within these
Caring walls dilemma upon dilemma
Life is about the choice to which once made dreams can be shattered
As well as mans soul mind and heart

I oft find pain in my existence that seems to transcend even my ability to reconcile with it
As I sit in this puddle of tears I stare there deep within and there is nothing I can see
My eyes fill with tears that drop ever deducing circles in for that if I imagine of nothing
I see my life wherever I may look I am reminded that I am no one
In the reflection I cannot imagine a face I am alone without and within
I stand and cry from my lungs why I am left to wither like this
Before I sit back remembering it was out of choice or a choice I was led to believe
It was mine alone
Why am I left to suffer this life alone will I ever be saved from this pain
Can I ever live a life above with normality but I know this can never be
For I have been above and to most I must have of appeared normal
Appeared normal to those whom I knew so little and knew me not at all
The smiles I placed upon my face or like when you go to poke a man in the eye
Defense mechanisms pretty place to hide that which lay within
Whilst they would talk I would listen yet in my mind I knew I was not a part
Of the machinery which they all seemed to be
So then will no one understand this lonely suffering I'm choosing to go through
Because it is the only thing I know how to do
Would you set me free from this world of endless treachery?
When nothing is as it seems when people have to hide in wells
Never only to fear the part and safety

As all things much end so did the well it lays now under the ground
Covered by its walls and bricks so no cries or words spoken can be
Heard from its inside its barren, dormant only ghosts live within
And so how did this story end for truth it better not told that cast a
Shadow over mankind’s meek humanity
One day back when the well was still a place to visit along came a shadow
Of a man not a boy looking down and inside he saw the celebrated man who
Was born in the well toss one coin that they say was all it took
He launched a penny piece down the well and before he knew it
The man born in the well was dead the penny coin landing straight
Through his head there was no pain no cry silence was all that ensued
Once a life had been cradled down below now it was snubbed out
With one single final blow
The man not a boy about with his friends more humans came and from
Within the well wall they removed stones and began to throw them on down
And slowly like a butcher’s piece of meat did the man born in the well resemble
Like that when the butcher has removed the skin to the fatty tissue and pummels
It with his rolling pin blood splattering dry up the walls of this once safe well
The man who was born in the well had no time at all to reflect of his existence
Of all he had been given of what he would miss now gone of the very fact of that
Which kept him inside was the very means of his cruel death
That coin took him out in a second
It is unsure whether to say he ever did see it come maybe asleep he was when
His life was took and so now not the men not boys above a few men descend
Upon slabs on the tops of the well and with difficulty time and effort spent
They lift them over the hold blocking out the light below their intention quite clear now
And down slowly does it drop picking up speed upon its weight as it falls down
Upon the site where heart did once beat and crushes it and then another slab and
Another and another until that heart is so flat it is like a man with a boot has
Placed his dirty foot right upon the heart and stomped out every ounce of it
Until it was almost a piece of meat no longer a vessel that once carried life
Around these poor boys live body and so instead of a wake the men above are
Heard laughing and screaming knowing now they have taken his life
Although not knowing the coin would have been suffice they dance around
Walking to the broken bits of the wall till one falls on top and it crumbles
Down above him and his friends careful bring him back to his safety
As the wall falls in on itself like a self made grave
The smoke like a soul dusting the very air breathed in by those now standing
Around as they felt a part of that which no longer remains
At this point I shant ay the tears in their eyes starting running and great comedy
Was found this poor boys life was lost but I'd be lying if I did so
For only I was the one who wept the one who had found him all those years ago
Brought him to all these peoples attention before he decided to go back again
And are my tears more of guilt for I did bring this fate upon him
And those who watch on including men not boys they show no sadness no fear
Nothing but maybe one or two men or women seem a little sad but all walk off
And go about their lives and soon I’m sure we shall forget of this little one
Taken this night.
Sleep well poor boy who was born in a well may you find your happiness
Of which in this life you never found.
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Absolutely astoundingy profound poe hun , thanx you for sharing *huggs*.

friend said:
phantom


sometimes i forget to feel
life today does not seem real
as if i'm in some space i don't belong
taking air from others seems so wrong
you see the life pulsing through their veins
engaged, enlivened, untouched by stains
like a shadow i move amongst them
i can see them clearly whilst being invisible
nothing to offer, nothing indelible
even in plain view i don't exist
they're so real, and i...am a mist
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This is worded so beautiful .xx

JoeyMJFan said:
One of my favorites..........

Now, this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I liked to take a minute
Just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air

In west Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And all shootin some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys
Who were up to no good
Startin making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
She said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air'

I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror
If anything I can say this cab is rare
But I thought 'Now forget it' - 'Yo homes to Bel Air'

I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later'
I looked at my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air

:)
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......oh joe !:D
 
ty dim and wendijane, that's sweet of ya'll.

Borrowed

it is not our own, we're only presented with its license
what we do with it should be our choice
oftentimes we're limited by things outside our control
resources we do not own, are demanded simply because we are
we are told to be happy with what we have and worry not over that which we do not
yet, we have no choice but to accept that which is dictated
once downtrodden, no matter the tenacity of our being
rising up through the ashes is made virtually unattainable
there is no peace, where is the joy?
obstacles placed in our path become our burden to navigate
once so navigated, another presents, and yet another and another
an endless maze that hinders any progress we might make
even tho we labor in all earnestness for that which we are told we ought
merciless is this, this never ending course, which we are bid to enjoy
will the grieving ever end? oh yes... that it will, so that others may grieve our ending
there are worse things than giving up this license we're presented
oh yes...keeping it, is by far worse
for the license given is a license of endless wandering
and who is to care for our burden when theirs is already too much to bear?
nay will i forfeit my license, but how it will grieve me til the day it expires.
i am weary of it now, weary and beaten. for there is no relief in sight
only more to come, of that i am quite certain.
waiting for no one...quickly it runs out.
 
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Images of You

i close my eyes and picture you as you sit quietly and stare
how i long to watch your face and admire the graces
you extend towards us
No One looks close enough
to bear witness to the miracles
residing behind your eyes
or listens carefully enough
to catch your sighs

i can only picture how you must glow in a knowledge you alone knows
of the wonders and mysteries that surrounds each one
and the role you play to get things done

i picture how you start each day
when you're quiet and reflective and pray
you're reluctant, but obedient and ease into your way
and i watch you
and am mesmerized.
 
In the moment

happiness is in the moment
the smile of a child, a clean
home, a weeded garden, a paid bill
sadness is simply the absence of
recognizing the moment
happiness is when you take the time
to hold a hand or sing a song.
happiness is yours the moment
you ask for it
 
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friend said:
In the moment

happiness is in the moment
the smile of a child, a clean
home, a weeded garden, a paid bill
sadness is simply the absence of
recognizing the moment
happiness is when you take the time
to hold a hand or sing a song.
happiness is yours the moment
you ask for it
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This was just what I needed to read this morning. Thank you for reminding me Friend.
 
Lovely poems everyone :flowers:


____________________


This is something I wrote a while back I just came across.


Hold me gentle, hold me dear
Wrap me in your warm embrace
Laying in the arms of the one I love.
Kiss me softy, kiss me sweet
Tender kisses as our lips meet
Gazing into each others eyes
Our souls combining into one.
Caress me slowly, Caress me long
Melting my senses with every touch
Bodies entwined, moulded into complete ecstasy.
And in that moment, I know you....
Every pore; every pulse, every thought.
And I love you more.
 
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mjsladyinhislife said:
Lovely poems everyone :flowers:


____________________


This is something I wrote a while back I just came across.


Hold me gentle, hold me dear
Wrap me in your warm embrace
Laying in the arms of the one I love.
Kiss me softy, kiss me sweet
Tender kisses as our lips meet
Gazing into each others eyes
Our souls combining into one.
Caress me slowly, Caress me long
Melting my senses with every touch
Bodies entwined, moulded into complete ecstasy.
And in that moment, I know you....
Every pore; every pulse, every thought.
And I love you more.
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wow wow wow :mello: thats deeply heart felt babes .




beautiful expression's everyone ...

love this thread :angel:
 
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God came today

Oh God came down today
and took our cares away
His Angels took flight
and ended this plight
cause God came down today.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Motivation is Mystifying Indeed
A boost that encourages said actions
The Bafflement is that often
It only Provides a passing distraction.

Mental confusion builds barriers
Hindrances of mammoth proportions
Bewilderment touched off by
Somewhat bothersome extortion.

Troublesome predicaments
Deterrents triggered by perceived agitation
Awkward obstructions
Serviing up spicy frustration.

Energized Sparks Fly
Trigger fingers itch
Stirring up the atmopsphere
To a somewhat Fevered Pitch.

Grandiose Epiphany
Awakenings break down Walls
Stirrings and arousal
Calming Stormy Squalls.

Motivation No longer quite as obscure
The Road ahead suddenly clear
Connecting the dots once again Elementary
Impediments Magically Disappear.
 
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poefiend said:
God came today

Oh God came down today
and took our cares away
His Angels took flight
and ended this plight
cause God came down today.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Motivation is Mystifying Indeed
A boost that encourages said actions
The Bafflement is that often
It only Provides a passing distraction.

Mental confusion builds barriers
Hindrances of mammoth proportions
Bewilderment touched off by
Somewhat bothersome extortion.

Troublesome predicaments
Deterrents triggered by perceived agitation
Awkward obstructions
Serviing up spicy frustration.

Energized Sparks Fly
Trigger fingers itch
Stirring up the atmopsphere
To a somewhat Fevered Pitch.

Grandiose Epiphany
Awakenings break down Walls
Stirrings and arousal
Calming Stormy Squalls.

Motivation No longer quite as obscure
The Road ahead suddenly clear
Connecting the dots once again Elementary
Impediments Magically Disappear.
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this is a pleasure to read poe.
absolutley wonderful
i love the first , second and last lines best :yes::wub:
thanx you for sharing x

more plese people :wub:
 
simplicity


nothing to stand out, just as is desired
illusions are only effective when unseen
like a butterfly hidden within its cocoon
exposed early, its beauty is lost too soon
the magic is in the surprise
only the result is seen by the eyes
revelation is for those who study
for most, all remains muddy
deeper understanding often sought
the magician knows it is all for naught
only what is desired to be revealed shall be
protecting what is precious for all eternity
people easily believe what they see
making it so easy to keep the mystery
that knowing glance exchanged between you and me
remains pure and untouched and perfect in its simplicity.
 
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Thanks for posting that Friend. it's funny... Last weekend I wrote a poem about butterflies and obscurity–with a different concept embedded, I think... mine is about the advent of artistic recognition. I love your poem Friend.

Surprise

It is summer time
and every butterfly you ever saw—

pairs of them, dancing in the meadow,
delicate, pensive ballerinas, upstaging the dandelions,
clouds of them rising
from the gold-spun bush-grass at sunset
or flitting to safety between the roots in
the creek bed wall—

was once a chrysalis
waiting,

transforming
in obscurity

Here's another silly one that I wrote about me as a poet (sorry for being so narcissistic.)

Not an Entertainer

I’m not an entertainer
I’ve never been that way
I shy away from bright lights
I’m slow to have my say

That doesn’t mean I’m speechless
I rarely stop in fact
It’s just that I prefer
A private tête-à-tête

I hope that I’m amusing
At least from time to time
But humour’s not my strong point
I’m seriously-inclined

Intensity’s my second name
And Earnest should come next
If ‘deep and meaningful’s’ what you want
I’m probably the best

My modus operandi
Communiqué of choice
Is poetry and prose ‘my dear’
(I use a florid voice)

I’m rather fond of adjectives
And sentimental notions
I like it when I sound profound
And write down the quotation

Archaic wording woos me
Romance of days gone by
I know it’s not contemporary
But I tend to croon and sigh

So if my art’s not popular
Not witty, chic or dry
I hope at least it’s touching
To the odd passer-by
 
TY Very Much everyone :flowers:



...On the edge... of the new beginning...

All alone lost in the darkness of the night..
Just the cold stars sparkling in the sky,
They're the mute witnesses of my life,
the one who knows everything: my love, my hopes and the wishes to die..
The cold wind gently touches my hair..
I hope you still thinking of me, loves me? If not, I wish to disappear...

The way I met you, I think it meant to be..
I heard your voice, I saw your smile and I was lost in yours reality.
The land of sweet love and a deep care, it all blew my mind like a fresh air..

No matter where you go or where you're,
I flying around you like the Moon around the Earth & Sun,
You're the Life and the Light for me, all in the One.

You're my center... without you.. I'll disappear, too...

Looking at the night sky...
Should I pray for life or better to die?

My thoughts and emotions are frozen inside.
Sometimes they drop and break like a glass or an ice,
small pieces... sparkling.. like the stars on the sky...

The night is gone.. I see the sunrise...
Your smile popped up in my mind at once..
My thoughts are melting.. I leave space for hope..
Because, I believe, I'm Blessed to know You.
 
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