chimerical fabulous hullabaloo
clamor to learn or
surcease!
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chimerical fabulous hullabaloo
clamor to learn or
surcease!
alien extrinsic foreign
stranger in my own
land
But.... but.... that IS eight words. :lol:Quote:
Originally Posted by PrinceMyshkin
Sun's brilliance opens hearts,
a myriad of possibilities.
the newly mown lawn
a spent widow smiles
h-m-m-m, I'm already thinking about summer...
dust motes dancing
in a
sunbeam-
summer morning
mosaic of green
golden
light-a
summer afternoon
summer twilight
stretches,
a sleepy
child
at bedtime
all lovely qimssung!
your quiet fidgets
make me cry
for comfort
Flying high
in a performance lit sky
Yellow cats-
a crayon drawing
on the fridge.
By the sea
With me
Can we flee
thank you asilef73-yours also.
The sea swirls,
pulling me to
watery dreams.
foggy hazed exhaustion
dominates me
i miss sleep
a conversion
of fantasy
to an impotent awareness.
inclining their ears,
can they really be listening?
Quote:
Originally Posted by ampoule
they're listening
to what
you haven't said yet
surrounded by
the noises of a waking world
eight word poems
flood this simple sacred page
never was
a more ridiculous mess
than me
soaring above
swoop and glide
as eagle's flight
daisies bend and curve
faces following the sun
Centers fall apart
the edges will not bind
Unkind poem
does not belong here
or anywhere
angel tears, angel songs
wash my soul
clean
a fistful of heartbeats
crushed in your grip
most beauty
is hidden,
meant for the soul
Poetry fills in
the gaps of
my life :)
my life fills in
the gap of poetry
(lol.. i don't deserve to say that..)
my life fills in
the gap of poetry
(lol.. i don't deserve to say that..)
someone else
must take this post-
not i.
:yawnb:
Dear Members,
I think I wrote once here a little bit teasingly.But here is one from me in a serious mood.
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Love is divine,
Loving thy neighbour risky though.:D
flight is achieved
only on wings of dreams
Quote:
Originally Posted by firefangled
i love that, that is beautiful
The saddest words:
no one
to talk with.
A cupful of commotion
condensing,
outer walls dampen
il penseroso breathes in
and takes a sip
Jimmy Hendrix
would write
If Eight Were Nine
Fifteen times repeated
A revolution
Bug's ninth symphony
Exam cram
in progress.
Brain overfilled.
Seepage imminent.
you should know,you are the one i adore!!!!
two legs
sat on three legs
beside four