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August 20, 2019
 

I'm the guardian of a beautiful heart
That I'm protecting from the world
I'm scared to take it and show it to you
Because it breaks at the slightest drop

It sings the most beautiful songs
It dances to unknown tunes
It conjures up beguiling fantasies
And cries over forgotten dreams

It is already broken in a lot of places
It doesn't appear as good as it used to be
Still it is the only thing that belongs to me
And I'm supposed to take care of it until I die

It is also my most beautiful possession
So sometimes I feel like showing it too
But the world doesn't sense its fragility
And more often than not, a crack ensues

It was once so beautiful to see
But nowadays its filled with scars
But ...

SUNSET LOVE
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August 20, 2019
 

When I prayed to God I had no idea He would send me you,
Like I prayed for this, I prayed for you,
That He knew a King needs a Queen and nothing less,
But He sent an Angel, He sent His best,
That when I was praying I never could've guessed,
That when I rose off my knees, that I would rise up,
Blessed.

Dedicated Inkdrops

SUNSET LOVE
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August 20, 2019
 

The melody of your skin lingers
Against me
The scent of your need
Intoxicating
Your fingers curve
Enticing me
My lips are raw from your want
Agony so sweet
Only blissful pleasure
Is what you give to me
Lovely lines
I trace all my favorite places
My sighs become your symphony
Our shared breath is all you need
Lovers embrace
Nothing else matters
Not time or space
Whispered words
Pulling us higher
Syncopate
Our personal passion
Where you begin
Is where I end
Completing each other
Comfort with my best friend

JUST LOVE
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August 20, 2019
 

Greater things and greater man
Are made of broken bones and harder flesh
Of sinful howling and cruel desire
Of ow full wisdom and own will
Only the longing pass and the scarier future
Are the walls in the room of fulfilment.

NB

SUNSET LOVE
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August 19, 2019
 


     I love a windy day
     All the tree branches sway and wave
     They don't want to behave
     Falling leaves, I must save before
     The wind stirs up once more
     A taste of what's in store for fall
     The best season of all
     Over when winter calls too soon.

     JD





*Blowing Leaves*
A Luc Bat (a Vietnamese poem that means 'six-eight' - the poem consists of alternating lines of 6 & 8 syllables.  The rhyme scheme renews at the end of every 8 syllable line and rhymes on the sixth syllable of both lines - see below:
xxxxxA
xxxxxAxB
xxxxxB
xxxxxBxC
xxxxxC
xxxxxCxD
xxxxxD
xxxxxDxE) for the #PoetryOlympics on Instagram

SUNDANCE
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August 19, 2019
 

"I just have to be close to you, one way or another, either physically, emotionally,  or mentally. And sometimes I need all of it at once." - JMStorm

Today has been one of those days
Where things don't go my way
It starts to feel like that always
When my days fall short
And my heart feels heavy like stone
It's you I've been thinking about most
I'm melting on the inside
Trying not to show stress
It's only your voice that can soothe me
But it comes down to pictures on a screen

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SUNSET LOVE
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August 19, 2019
Columbus, United States

warm, summer day.
two wheels,
two girls,
and a stubborn insistence
to conquer.
"you can, you will"
you did.
wide smile & shaky confidence,
you felt the wind at your back.
and, not once,
did you ever look back.

SUNSET LOVE
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August 19, 2019
Lamar, United States

Follow me and I will guide you to the truth of yourself
You’re made for so much more then mediocrity
You have a purpose in this world to lift up others
To give a helping hand
You have the ability to breathe life into someone’s heart and soul
You have it in you

SUNSET LOVE
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August 19, 2019
Columbus, United States

life is an etch-a-sketch.
some days
are a beautiful work of art
and others are a wicked line.
in a single shake,
things go topsy turvy
and all is lost.
but from the empty sands
we can begin again.
and from nothing we make something
and from something we make nothing
and in the end,
all we have to show is the journey.

SUNSET LOVE
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August 19, 2019
Lamar, United States

She was born in November skies
Prefers deep conversations in the moonlight
She’s a warrior who’s been through hell
Searching for heaven with a hopeful heart

SUNSET LOVE
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August 19, 2019
Lamar, United States

She lives for the night sky
The stars guide her to the deepest truth
We all long for that missing piece of ourselves.
Not knowing we had it all along

SUNSET LOVE
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August 19, 2019
Fairmont, United States

an old soul
full of the knowledge
passed through generations
of what is lost and found
because honestly
all our roots run deep
although how we blossom
is not only our path
but the legend
we have to become
-joshua ryan stewart

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SUNSET LOVE
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August 19, 2019
 

I poured myself out unto the page,
And it ran red,
And left me empty inside,
I wanted to feel myself again,
So I placed my hand in the oozing mess,
And smeared me all over the page,
How much louder can I get,
Then to be out in the open, bright colored, plastered against, a bright, white, wall,
Can you hear me now?
I said, can you hear me now?
Can you now see my need for you to see me?
I'm screaming from the inside,
From my hollowed inside,
The opening of my mouth, is as the triggering of a megaphone,
But my pain falls silent on your deaf ears,
The lights are dimming,
My breath is fading,
And still I wait for you to fill the void, of absence, that used to be you,
As I lay there on the floor,...

SUNSET LOVE
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August 19, 2019
 

The pen is always ready
It waits,
Patiently, to be used for greatness,
To inscribe into reality,
The words that live, only in your mind,
To become a permanent point in time,
For the well placed words, in a well formed sentence, are irreversible, once read or heard,
So speak thoughtfully,
And write meaningfully,
To be heard, and read, and felt by the world,
As a joyful experience,
With uplifting and positive intent,
Now, feel, think, think deeper,
And be the dream creator, that the pen awaits,
Waste not it's ink, it's life blood, on the frivolous, but spend it to change lives, to breath wonder into the world,
The pen awaits,
Patiently for you,
To use it, to will,
The world!

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August 19, 2019
 

¿Cómo inventar un poema de amor
si la lluvia nocturna
te quita la inspiración?
lo haces viendo sus fotografías
y el último video recibido hace algunos días,
recordando alguna canción
que bailaron los dos,
cerrando los ojos
e imaginando su voz
diciendo...
"Te amo mucho mi amor"

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TAKE TIME TO WRITE
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August 19, 2019
 

He’s kind he’s sweet,
but what’s behind that mask I see?
Lies deceit,
A bitter heart tainted with envy.
Your eyes dark as night,
Your arms strong and tan,
Though you look lovely, I can never be tricked again.

SUNSET LOVE
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August 20, 2019
 

ONE LAST TIME

Isn’t she beautiful,
when she talks to the stars,
while mounting the river bed?
Now I am stuck in the devil’s house,
no tears to shed,
at the neck of my bed,
where she once lay beside me, dreaming.

Forgotten days at the feet of the winds,
and the gospel chimes have gone mute inside the locks of my heart,
finding a way out amidst the moist bricks of some underpass,
Life sulking as the injured voices in my heart can’t recite,
they are absent and lost in the towns I hold inside.

All I see is my small dark head,
restrained by the edge of hands,
knocking on the door of barren lands,
receding echoes and distant lores,
for they are calling me back.

Isn’t she an artist,
when she pai...

SUNSET LOVE
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August 19, 2019
 

It isn't easy for me to let it go
Cause I've swallowed every single word
And every whisper, every sigh
Eats away this heart of mine
And there is a hollow in me now
And it's not enough to tell me that you care
When we both know the words are empty air...

#Sweet_Nothing

SUNSET LOVE
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August 19, 2019
Navi Mumbai, India

There is poetry in leaving,
somewhat like falling in love.
You always loved poetry
and now you are it.

                     - Aroo Joshi

DARK NIGHT
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August 19, 2019
 

You’re an anomaly

The second I thought I knew you, I would second guess myself

Because all you are is a series of faces and emotions

It’s almost as if you were just a character I made up in my head

To make my fantasies and day dreams a reality

And I never wanted to believe that in the end

You were going to be anything other than that

ENDLESS STARS
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