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"Self Shadow" Who is yours, Who is mine We care for all, but rest all don't, they only remind us when they are in a trouble, they call you in a prayer my God And I, for them, is just for their

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Signal flow. Acoustic: It begins as vibrations. Tiny cosmic explosions. The space between atoms fluctuates with regularity. Pressure is recorded in oscillations. Crest to trough, Crest to trough. Proximity

Here is my first host entry for week 2. It's an old poem I wrote for my wife, that I just recorded on my front porch while my neighbor weedeats. Hope you like it. Looking forward to hearing your entries!

A Steemit Poetry Slam Well, week 1 was awesome sauce! We had some really terrific entries, and I was humbled by the amount of talent the steemit poetry community has to offer. So, ****Thank You!**** The

It Happens In student life a loner I wandered in an encasing, Every time I encountered her My heart would start racing… We didn’t share a relationship; But we were classmates, Each one trying to initiate

Let's do it sweetly and softly As the waves of the rising sea Fighting the Bank every time Fighting words at a time. Let's do it quietly Without further thoughts and guesses Holding on to the edge of the

Pink petals of roses you donated Today, exactly at six in the morning quietly circled... We tried to glue the love We tried in the shower and didn't want me. I taste salt on your hands, Do you hear, my

Too Holy to be in love with you, Too Holy to live the dream. Too righteous in order to embarrass you Crazy dreams and long eyelashes. I play on the white keys The melody of ripe autumn Your eyes will Shine

Tangled snowflakes in your hair, silver, As for the snare of fate I'm confused... I'll look up at the unforgiving sky Hear sleepy a miracle I'm alive! And flying snowflakes, falling to the ground, Leave

Green eyes with a glint of spring Look deep silences, To touch the miracle in the soul strings We had the opportunity to better recognize. At such moments words are never enough, But, please, tell me Or

Tell me, my beloved, why Chest more Heart lives? It is sincerely believed in the spring, And recklessly chose you... And after thousands of completed roads And the ashes from burned bridges Fell no regret

I still love...unfortunately... Forget couldn't, couldn't... And again the pain, like the strings of a violinist, For and straining the body. And memories replace...thoughts Flipping over the page... Somewhere

Building a night sky for your harem Of the stars-sparks, eternal captive, That twinkle like a thousand banners, Until they steal the dawn. Perform the thunder of heaven hit Symphony of the rain fascinates

My good, far mine, not mine... Your hands are still my home. Heart still blowing a hurricane, Do not melt more snow last year... With the hope of building bridges The cost to my heart's unbreakable. And

READ ALL ABOUT IT! We're off to a slow but incredible start! We've had only three entries... But in this case it's definitely a quality over quantity situation. I'm here to tell you folks, these are QUALITY

You know how hard it is to live When you do not know how to love? Not knowing the meaning of life, You just disappear into oblivion... Dreams are not made forget Although as close to them don't even know!

Hey guys! This is my first introductory attempt at a spoken word poetry reciting one of my original poems. I hope you all enjoy, and can resonate with these words and reflect on what this poem is all about.