By:- Romance
I admit,
I was afraid to love.
Not just love,
but to love her.
For she was a stunning mystery.
She carried things
deep inside her
that no one
has yet to understand,
and I,
I was afraid to fail
like the others.
She was the ocean
and I was just a boy
who loved the waves
but was completely
terrified
to swim.
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I bought her the Bangles of Bombay,
Sleekly woven, delicately intertwined, and knitted soulfully,
Onto the hardened glass,
She gifted me her smile,
Celestially crafted, hypnotically bizarre and
yes, knitted skillfully,
Onto her hardened heart!
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By :- Roman
Awareness is beyond concentration
Love is a path to create
Dimensions that bridge
Beyond,
The traffics of mind.
Some pieces are puzzles
Some stones are disturbances
But,
Love is the path without greed
To the doors of heaven
Where rivers of never-ending
Sounds of the Creator exist !!!
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The copyrights on the article belong to the author. The responsibility for the opinions expressed in the article belongs exclusively to the author.
The responsibility for the opinions expressed in the article belongs exclusively to the author.
The responsibility for the opinions expressed in the article belongs exclusively to the author.
By:- Kim blades, writer
Under the trees fallen leaves
blowing through the grass
dance to please the wind,
while the gold stillness
of the afternoon sun
warms the fields
with the scent of hay.
Under the trees
meandering streamlets flow
water cold and clear
over flat smooth stones
mottled grey as a pigeon’s breast
soft water baths
for the wood nymphs.
Under the trees
all nature seems at work
living freely and cohesively
languid Summer, colourful Autumn
brittle Winter, honeyed Spring
lulled by birdsong sweetly sung
all year long.
Under the trees
sit young girls dreaming
of true love’s pure flame
burning noble and bright
fuelled by our earthly origins
it reads and translates
the language of the heart –
under the trees.
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By :- Kevin Morris
On seeing the stormy sky
The poet thinks “man must die”.
He sees the young girl bloom
And says “she is destined for the tomb”.
Oh let us gather wild flowers
And not waste our powers
Trapped in ivory towers.
Beware the scholar’s domed head
For we are soon dead.
May our spirit fly
Ere we die
And are lost in endless sky.
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The poem appears in his
collection of poetry, “Lost in the Labyrinth of My Mind“
By: Jonathan Noble
You have been uniquely and wonderfully designed
Into an individual person of which there is no other
Nor has there ever been, nor will there ever be again;
And your self is of inestimable value
And immeasurable worth right now;
Do not give in to despair and despondency this day
Or any other day . . . God loves you
And someone else loves you, too!
Chances are you are valued by many people, in fact,
And you don’t have to change your face or language,
Your skin color or height, weight or sound of voice
To be the amazing person you are already as you!
And if you need to change your heart,
Then grab hold of love, peace and joy,
And especially hope and allow these to transform,
But don’t allow yourself to think you are a mistake
Because that in itself would be the worst mistake!
And whether you can quite see it right now or not,
You have meaning and purpose in life in this world,
A genuinely unique purpose no one else can fulfill;
Yes, you! The ‘you’ who you are, bright shining star!
And enjoy the world around you;
After all, it was finely crafted for you to truly enjoy,
Along with so many, many other people in your life!
No, don’t hide yourself away in some darkened hole;
Breathe in the Spirit and awaken your soul this day,
And begin to soak up Life in all its amazing grandeur!
You are worth it! Yes, you … You’re worth fulfillment!
Pax Et Dolor Magazine 