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5738]Talking to Luna [Soraya]
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Soraya writes "
Luna,
This silver sheen
that surrounds you
during the night
shines from you to me
until the ground
You
and only you
know how i feel
when once again
i won't hear no sound.
Luna,
show me the way
that I'm supposed to go
I'm spreading my arms
a lot
nowadays
Why
oh why do these things
happen to me?
Why do I hurt
in so many ways?
Luna,
just like a mother
you calm me down
and I'm crying rivers
from all the pain
I am about to burst
when the air
becomes static
thanks for restoring my sanity
with sweetly cool rain
Luna,
don't you dare
to disappear now!
can't you see
my soul is bleeding?
But
I feel
like I know now what to do
I gotta stop
my heart from beating.
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walkaz writes "
Make a wish, find a dream
Pick a wishing star
Then your hopes and spirits will
Soar high and free and far.
You can reach for the unreachable
Star its near not far
Your dream is your treasure
It’s never too far away
Believe in God nothing is impossible
it will work for you
For only those who dare to dream
Can make a dream come true!
That’s how I know it will soon be
just me and you
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5050]The Poetry Jenny [poetlibra]
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poetlibra writes "
The Poetry Jenny
For the poem, "Lessons" by DesertRain.
If I had a new folder,
For poetry,
I'd have to call it, "Desert Rain."
For my new friend Jenny.
She spun gold, around my heart,
And filled my eyes with tears.
Her poem is so real, and beautiful,
I can't hold back the tears,
I feel her hurt, in every line, and verse.
I'm only glad,
I'm old enough,
To be her Dad.
"
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5715]A Modern Medieval Experience [aspynn72]
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aspynn72 writes "The wind
whispers sweet nothings to the leaves,
causing them to tremble.
On its wings ride also
the scent of glowing embers
and dancing flame.
It reaches me,
reaches out ot me
with the sound of drums...
Carried on the wings of this wind,
it draws me nigh,
calling unto me to share in its glory.
Yet I am not alone,
for with me are you,
so hesitant, so willing
to share that which calls.
You wonder at my smile,
trying to see behind it.
If I lead should you follow?
Though I say so, should you be there?
With anticipation we follow
that sound which calls...
Which draws and lures.
We snake our way
through the throng of drunkeness,
glassy eyes and thirsty smiles...
We find a place to perch on knotted wood.
Moonlight mingles with firelight.
Drums mingle with dance.
Spirits warm our spirits...
Mind, body and soul soon to follow.
Your eyes capture the flicker of flame
but I say nothing.
We speak above the drums
of this and that and
we drink...
'Tis time to depart
though neither ready
to depart the presence of the other.
Fire-flushed
we stride beneath the starlight,
to a place other than 'home'.
You smile and I wonder,
If you lead, should I follow?
Though you say so, should I be there?
Drunk with the beauty of the night...
the experience...the company,
I follow.
So kind are you, so gentle.
We talk, our lips meet.
The night...the flames...the drums...
they all return but cannot compare.
That which called unto me then
compares not,
to that which calls to me now.
You bring to surface that which I am...
and long to be.
Homebound, and we both are uncertain.
If they lead, should we follow?
Your eyes, your hands,
your kiss...draw me nigh.
Calling unto me to share some glory.
Me, so hesitant, so willing.
You whisper sweet nothings
and I tremble.
I wonder at your smile, your touch...
your easy invitation.
Are you drunk on the night?
The drums? The spirits?
Will you recall all of this tomorrow?
You lead and I follow
but only so far.
For I want you to remember.
I want you to remember the drums,
the moonlight, the flames.
I want you to remember me
as I am now...
hiding behind a smile...
~sheri~
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5181]Queen of my own World [DesertRain]
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DesertRain writes "
Queen of my own world,
I sit on my throne.
Worshiped by many
Yet hardly known.
I rule a sacred land
Where many come to be.
Although it's location
Is known by none but me.
The mountains are built by love,
Lakes are fueled with fires.
So, here the place I am,
Queen of my own desires."
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