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Posted May 13, '14 at 8:53pm

Omegap12

Omegap12

258 posts

It was like a summer song
Sun-bathing
Hair bleached white
Birds singing
Then I stepped out of the tanning booth and took out my ear-buds.

The way she looked at me

 

Posted May 13, '14 at 10:53pm

StormWalker

StormWalker

2,799 posts

The way she looked at me
as if I were some sort of filth
and the disgusted turn away
as if she cared nothing for my ilk

--
what did I just do
A few steps down the road

 

Posted May 17, '14 at 2:24pm

Riptizoid101

Riptizoid101

3,228 posts

A few steps down the road,
Warm brilliance behold,
Smiling faces and gentle waves,
Her skin was milky white and hair of gold,
If not her, then whom?
If not me, then who?
Affectionate wind that outlines her body;
Seemingly frivolous droplets of dew,
Evanescent,
Yet much needed,
Never relinquishing her sapphire eyes,
Thus cold hearts concede,
And all the more l'amore,
Keeping pristine until snowed,
For wonderment will always be, at least,
A few steps down the road.

The first line to poetry,

 

Posted May 18, '14 at 12:32am

Gantic

Gantic

6,772 posts

Moderator

The first line to poetry,
like a seed to grow a tree,
from simple roots, simple words,
grow to hold up thoughts and birds.
from the ground into the sky,
go earthy things held up high.
like water to start this tree,
each line aft is artistry.

You beautiful you

 

Posted May 18, '14 at 10:14am

Omegap12

Omegap12

258 posts

You beautiful you
Who caught my heart so quickly.
You helped through everything
Even though you didnt know that
Thank you, for being so beautiful.

I cant believe this


last edited May 18 2014 10:15 am by Omegap12
 

Posted May 22, '14 at 9:22pm

StormWalker

StormWalker

2,799 posts

I can't believe this.
Now you're gone, and what
beauty is there for
me to see in a
world with only a
tombstone in your name?
--
What made up your mind?

 

Posted May 23, '14 at 2:35am

Nurvana

Nurvana

2,179 posts

What made up your mind
I was halfway there
You said give it chance
But I never knew where

To ask if you really meant when you said
You were leaving for real, you were shedding
Your skin

Good thing I can call my heart home

 

Posted May 23, '14 at 9:28pm

Omegap12

Omegap12

258 posts

Good thing i can call my heart home
Because mine is the one that would house me
The only place that does house me

Im a nomad,
A traveler,
A wanderer.
A home i do not own
But my heart counts enough to keep me safe from all harm.

I didnt throw the first punch, i swear
(I wanna see what that poem will be!)


last edited May 23 2014 09:29 pm by Omegap12
 

Posted May 29, '14 at 4:42am

Shoeminor

Shoeminor

58 posts

I didnt throw the first punch, i swear
It was the bully by the park
I promise you no mistakes
But that is why the
Shower cubicle is broken

The magic cloak of doom

 

Posted Jul 12, '14 at 3:57pm

Seashark001

Seashark001

169 posts

The magic cloak of doom,
A fabric panda in the room,
Apron of a meth cook
Hanging on my brass hook
The magic cloak of doom

She gave me much delight

 
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