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K Balachandran Nov 2018
Gleaming zillion fish,
Swim in night’s wonder lake;
Where the moon princess swim.
loggi Oct 2018
I wrote to Jupiter
About all the palms
floating in the wind
and the sun
hanging upon the edge
of the world.

If I could I would reset
All of this
as it should
and let the same
Calypso play
till I'm sick
of it all.

But Jupiter
Just laughed
At the world I saw
And made the sky dark
To take away the sunsets.
unnamed Sep 2018
Maybe it's to enjoy the downfall of what you knew was to fall anyways.
That is life, anyways.
Maybe its working long and hard. just to sit down in the end, and stare a thousand yards.
Maybe it's not about the finish line, the starting line, or the journey in between.
Maybe it's just knowing that it happened,
And that's what makes us gleam.
Maybe enjoying the fruits of our labor is what keeps us going till we actually to get to reap the benefits of the work, but by then you would of moved on. And enjoyed it in the past-tense
Amanda Kay Burke Jun 2018
Drowning
Under and under
Blackness grips my heart
I ache and suffer
Sputtering dreams from pale lips
Hands from below reach and grab
Kicking and struggling for surface
That gleam of light I never seem to have
Air is so scarce
Hard to hunt
In loneliness I hide
Freezing depths, no sign of sun
Limitless possibilities
Because it is only in my head
This vivid feeling
Anxious, wish for peace instead
Insecurity constricting my thoughts
Haunting my wild mind
A dark fantasy out of control
A reason to cry hard to find
Here in my dark corners
Tears are nothing, salty wishes
Breif drops of ocean, tributes,
To the chaos my brain misses
So, with much misery
And little sense
Top of lake approaches
Breath gone, hung in suspense
My lungs have failed again
Oxygen vanished, happiness too
You don't need water to feel like you are drowning
I sink further each time I look at you.
I love that quote. You don't need water tobto feel like you're drowning.
Nadja Mar 2018
Feelings of love and turbulence
                                  collide
as the gleaming sun
brushed my neck.
        reminding me
of how perfect it would be,
if the sun brushed you,
        instead of me.
                            memories    
          recalling
   how beautiful you are,
                             in the morning light
She is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen
Heeranshi Mishra Oct 2017
I have the gleam of blue sapphire in me.
Juniper Zed Oct 2017
Like silent rafts in trodden streams
The candle's fire fights through the wind
Unconquerable by gusts of melancholy
It never extinguishes and the water gleams.

The soul of a young girl captains the vessel
Her fear diminished, though grave it is
And the home nearby makes a dreadful noise
With her nightmarish life, she continues to wrestle

And the flame of the candle must breathe as well
The air of the heart of the fire is of inky smoke
That girl's life was a living Hell
And from her nightmare she never awoke

But she still lives on in the dim, red flame
The burst of light in the wick is just the same
And the silent, paper rafts with the candles in the stream
To this day navigate, to the hopeful, still they gleam
Jord Apr 2017
Flopping myself on the
Floor of the Internet to
Be mindlessly ridiculed
And rejected.
I know my thoughts are mine,
My creations for me,
My art for I,
Though I feel the need to
To share.
The need to blurt out and
Pull on my own hair when
Their shoe dirt is in my nostrils
And their sole is in my gleam
And glare.

There is a feeling of
Necessity to let my
Head free into other's world's
And it is killing me.
Poetic T Nov 2016
My heart is like loose change,
some times that lucky penny
is lost and never refunded.

But some times that little coin
that was just covered in lint is
rubbed and a new gleam is found.

*"Can you dispense a moment and spend
a thought on each others heart beats,
K Balachandran Aug 2016
I thought I've seen the light, all of us assiduously seek,
though in a flash,for only an ethereal moment perhaps.
I yearned to catch that gleam in my wavering words,
so that I can keep it in your lovely eyes  where it belongs,
wasn't I right, in thinking so, only your eyes can tell me now.
I eagerly peer in to those dark eyes when you read my verse,
the magic happens ,my being beats in unison with that light, dissolves
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