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Bajanshay

You make me feel pretty

You came into my life
Awakening my soul
Showing me myself
Through your eyes

You see me pretty
Hmmm
I wish I could see me
As you see me
Because you make me feel pretty

I have blossomed in your love
And your admiration
Reminded of my feminine side
All was hidden until you came
And you made me feel pretty

I thank God for you every day
For you climbed the walls of my heart
And knocked them down

As I go through my life
always I remember how

You make me feel pretty
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Posted: Apr 2014
About this poem:
Dedicated to my love...who makes me feel pretty everyday
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fjamesj9701

Rented Earth

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What the hell have I
...but hands full of dust
From beneath that dead tree without shelter nor brush
Upon this desolate land without shadow or shade
Where the earth has been scorched and it's skin is decayed
Those who will enter shall fall by the sword
Then portioned to jackals gnawing the bones from before
What the hell have I
...but somber mournings at dawn
The tree replied life and death is what you hold in thy palm
It showed me love and hate inside of one grain of sand
Courage and fear within another then evolution of man
And It revealed something different from either hand I held clutched
For the ground that I stood was auctioned for material lust
Then it said as your shadow at morning is striding behind
Or your shadow rising at evening into infinite nights
I am older than angels and will live long after your death
I acquiesced then surrendered as my heart would reflect
Captivated by wild flowers growing upon rotted flesh
As song echoed from tombstones where willows made nest
What the hell have I
...upon this rented earth
A hand full of dust or the essentials of birth

~JJF ~
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Posted: Apr 2014
About this poem:
Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.
~ William Wordsworth~
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fjamesj9701

A Strange Kind of Numb

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Alone in my back yard just before dawn
As the birds quietly sing their final love song
I look up at the heavens and a clear sky captures my eyes
As the moon stands alone then I realize so am I
But it gives my world a light as it heals the bruise on my soul
Then the stars begin to shine and my heart begins to glow
And just for a moment I thought I could make time stand still
As I think about this nothing and my depths begins to fill
Because I know somewhere on this earth I am sharing this lovely view
Suddenly I feel a strange kind of numb as I share this moment with you

*JJF*
4/19/2013
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Posted: Apr 2013
About this poem:
There is someone somewhere out there, right? Just entertain me :)
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fjamesj9701

Until it Does

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Deep in silence I focus on my pain
I've kept it buried below and softly away
Disabling all of my false and insecure pride
Filtering through the faces I keep disguised
Its been well overdue for me to make a change
While my words become like rotting fruit and falls away
Searching for something to mend a shattered heart
Insearch of inspiration, but instead I fell apart
Give me a pair of wings and watch me fly
Then watch me crash and burn out of the sky
I know that my plate is made warm for me on the table
As I begin to wonder if I will change at all
Honestly I'm not sure that I can
Behind a box of excuses you will find a man
With a heart so big and wants to save the world
But yet so selfish that my punishment is well deserved
I'm so tired of defending what I'm not and have become
And still I keep pretending that nothing is wrong
Throw me the obvious and I will wear it on my back
As the summer night illuminates memories I can't have
I know that my dinner is getting cold as I grow unstable
Uncertainty has become all but a poetic fable
But I will keep on digging until the whole is dug
As the hole keeps getting bigger with every plunge
Tomorrow doesnt exsist until it comes
So tonight I light a candle for hope until it does

*JJF*
4/18/2013
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Posted: Apr 2013
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Unknown

dreary unlit room

It's half past midnight
And I'm alone
In this dreary unlit room
Your words still hanging
On this empty and shadowed wall
Painted in Red and Orange
Our chosen symbol
Of what forever is
But that was before you knew
You're more for Black and Blue
As if to unmask your hidden pains
That crippled our hearts
Throwing all our hopes
Scattered in oblivion
And I'm still so all alone
Waiting
In this dreary unlit room.
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Posted: Jan 2014
About this poem:
Just a thought that never goes away..trapped are these sorrows and pains in the dark walls of my past...

Thanks all for your reads and contributions
SR
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lindsyjones

I will always love you

Somehow I always knew
That falling for you
Spelled calamity and disaster
Like a placid lake
So serene and inviting
Just what I needed
To cool me down
I folded my reasons
Tucked away
And locked it beyond
So I could only listen
To the beatings of my heart
I faced my pain and sorrows
With pride
That if loving you
Meant for me to dig my grave
And so it is
I signed in my commitment
To love you forever
Even if I'd be buried alive
Bleeding and wounded
Because I will always love you
There's just no other way.
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Posted: Mar 2014
About this poem:
Love is the only reason to live

Thank you all for reading
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madtat29

Before...

I dreamt,
The lonliest, saddest dream,
While I slept,
My heart ran out on me,
It left, it seems,
For greener pastures,
My chest distressed,
The rest a disaster,
In my darkest hour,
With so little light,
I struggle to make it
through one more night,
As I tilt the bottle,
Memories flash,
I swallow the past
as I empty the flask,
I skip to a time,
A wonderful scene,
When there was more
than just "lonely" and "me",
When there was "happy",
And there was "joy",
A time I had "peace",
Like when I was a boy,
Before all the"hurt",
Before "anger" and "pain",
Before "insanity"
came to my brain,
When there was "light",
In this darkest of worlds,
Before there was"love",
Before the "girl"....
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Posted: Nov 2013
About this poem:
Been a minute...miss you all...heres a new write on old things...
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lindsyjones

my first haiku

singing in the rain
sun shines brilliantly
and the flowers bloom...


my heart loved you
together forever
she appeared, and love died...

I was walking alone
a car pulled over
we landed in Paris with laughter
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Posted: Mar 2014
About this poem:
I hope it works...
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darkhorse555

lighthouse of time

love you're
the first
lighthouse
with a bright beacon
that shines across
this ocean

carved into foundations
chiseled within emotions
plastered covered feelings
etched in stone
climbing each step
a winding staircase
one skyscraper
heading towards
the Heaven's

a lofty
tower built
standing tallest
rising from
out of the ground
one kingdom
white stone faced
marble blocks
cemented with
lead mortar
bonded together

upon the Cupola
a great
fire burns
lighting across,
the ocean
warmly carrying
for miles
one curved
mirrored soul
searching waters

lights into
a hot beam
setting this ship
on passions fire
desire in this ocean
swimming remains
the wonder
of you

a torso
of one woman
living in
the heart
beating drums
within this deep
blue sea
trembles hotly
ablaze on fire

loving until
the end
of time
sealed with
800 hundred
gold kisses
a wonderful treasure
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Posted: Jan 2014
About this poem:
one wonder drawn from the lighthouse of Alexander
800 TALENTS equal to 3 million in today's money to build
cupola is where the light burned
stories were told that the light could burn approaching ships
first lighthouse a skyscraper
Ptolemy 11 carved his inscription into the foundations then covered it with plaster
built with marble stone faced blocks bedded in lead plaster
a large curved mirror of polished bronze projected the fires light into a beam also said to be a weapon when concentrated with the sun setting ships ablaze some distance away
could also be used as a mirror that magnified images in the distance
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darkhorse555

christmas light

Before midnight
on Christmas eve
i put
a lighted candle
upon the window sill
to say love
of baby Jesus
welcome
to my home

This door
of the heart
is open with prayer
welcoming his holiness
to receive
the Lord's blessing
on his birthday

i sing
a song
with praise
kneeling a lamb
of God
happy birthday
lord and master
thanking you
for the gift
of love
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Posted: Dec 2013
About this poem:
a welcoming candle on his birthday
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