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The Spring and I

What is it about a springtime morn
that makes me feel I've just been born?
Is it the air smelling so sweet
that creates for me a new heartbeat?
Or the blossoming petals all anew
that creates new visions for me to view?

Maybe it's the tranquil blue skies
that's encouraged me to arise
and see the world differently
with uninformed opinions
an unadulterated sensitivity
that makes me feel brand new.

Maybe it's the springtime rain
that falls with purpose and poise
like a lullabye devoid of noise
that soothes my newness and my form.
Is that what makes me feel newborn?
If it is then let it rain each morn.

But as the grass and flowers grow
it is with sorrow that I know
that my feelings of rebirth
will join the ages of the earth.
The springtime is just a short respite
like the older form that I must fit.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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To Spring

So many springs have come and gone
and have been put to rest.
But my anticipation of the next one
always seem the best.
My eyes are older,
the colors of springtime bolder
and the newness of all that flows
is a stark reminder that appears once more
as the springtime breeze blows.

Never too old to enjoy this scene
and discover what it does mean.
Three seasons to go through
the summer's heat,
the autumn's hue,
the winter of discontent
too cold to view.

Once again spring finally arrives
and I don't feel as old.
For I wrap myself in the feeling of it
and allow its softness to unfold.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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First Day Of Spring

I know today's the first of spring.
I wonder what the spring will bring?

I know it will bring blooming trees
and pollen that will make some sneeze.
I know it will bring lots of flowers
to stir our senses and feelings for hours.
I know it will make the earth come alive
and bees and wasps building a hive.
I know it will start the ritual of love
and an increase of cloudless skies above.
I know it will bring springtime rain
that will end with rainbows that can't remain.
I know it will make me happy to see
the warmer days and tranquil sea.

What I don't know is what I will do
if springtime wishes don't come true?

poem by Edwina Reizer
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In The Springtime

In the springtime, all things begin to glow,
autumn’s seeds that fell begin to grow
as a breath of newborn air
stretches out from everywhere.

In the springtime, love’s finger
stretches to touch everyone.
Eyes flutter to give new life
a chance under heaven’s skies.

In the springtime, tender kisses,
the promise of things to come.
Warm hearts beat tenderly
under a warming sun.

21-22 July 2010

poem by David Harris
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Music For Your Soul

Music; Her caress.
Makes me feel comforted.

Music; Her love.
Makes me feel wanted.

Music; Her kiss.
Makes me feel stronger.

Music; Her drug.
Makes me feel further from life.

Music; Her own brand of alcohol.
Makes me feel drowned in comfort.

Music; Her gun.
Makes me feel my thoughts blasted out of my head.

Music; Her pain.
Makes me feel what others feel.

Music; Her ice cold.
Makes me feel as lonely as space.

Music; Her heat.
Makes me feel impassioned.

Music; Our connection.
Makes us feel as one.

~Osayamen.E Simon~ Copyright ©
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poem by Osayamen Evbuomwan
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Rain! Rain! Come Today!

Showers of blessing!
I thought seeing the rain.
Some feel depressed,
Some feel sad,
But for me it seems to wash my sadness!
A cycle ride in the rain;
Brings such joy to the soul;
Drenched in the chill of the rain,
Makes me forget all my pain.
When the sun appears
With the rain as its veil,
Spreading a ray of happiness,
With a rainbow as a smile!
It creates an irresistable awe!
A scene that can make any one happy.
Oh, How I wish it rains often!
Just to feel happy for no reason.

poem by Vivian Thompson
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This Time Is My Time

This time is my time to think about the spring
and all those little bluebirds that have a song to sing.
And when my thoughts are on them
my heart is singing too, singing like a fool
that's so in love, so in love with you.

This time is my time to take it in my stride
and show the world I love you and never let it hide.
Let all the springtime flowers make me feel like them,
blushing with rosy red colors over and over again.

There won't be another time like this.
I can't let it pass me by.
For when the springtime's here again
if you're not here I'll cry.

Now this time is my time to think about the past
when all those little bluebirds flew
'cause springtime doesn't last.
Then sadly I'll remember when I had to say
good bye to love, goodbye to you
'cause my time went away.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Springtime Magic

There is so much magic in springtime
As our landscape begins to wake up
Much like a warm delicious coffee
That we sip from a special coffee cup

Little sprouts pop out of the ground
Oh, what did I plant last year?
Often we get a big surprise and
It's so pretty that we may shed a tear

Trees that were naked and quite ugly
Begin to have a fuzzy green
For leaf buds are really excited
To open in springtime it seems

I love this time of year and without it
It would be ever so tragic
Nothing makes me happier than
Mother Nature's Springtime Magic!

poem by Marilyn Lott
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War...

war creates fighting that kills everyone...
war creates hate where love should be...
war creates tears that will never dry away...
war creates pain that wont go away...
war creates sadness that wont feel better...
war creates destruction that will take too long to fix...
war blinds us of what’s right or wrong...
war steals us of the right to be happy...
war creates gaps that keep us apart...
war creates a fire you cant put out...
war drops bombs on our hopes and dreams...
war creates children without a father, no one to tuck them in at night...
war makes it hard for a parent to say “everything will be alright” when then don’t even have anyone that they can say “good night”.
war scars a child's mind with things they cant erase...
war makes a good nights sleep a living hell...
war creates nightmares that are never-ending dreams and then, just screams
war creates guilt that eats you alive inside...
war makes you see things that make you scream inside...
war creates scars when all you've seen is blood and more...
war only leaves death when every body drops to the floor...
war creates silence after it ends, so how long till it starts again?
and when all the willing that will fight, die and say their last good night
the war will end, the living will mourn, all for peace but what was it all for? For all those people who died, just so now everyone alive, can do nothing to cope but cry...

Age 14

poem by Alexander SaPonte
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Really Love The Rain

I really love the rain, I really love the rain,
cast your clouds, hide us from it all, wash away these stains
it's my gift, it's my present, I’d spend an hour walking in it's presence.
It's exactly how I feel man, it's exactly how I feel Ya...,
I really love the rain man…, I really love the rain ya....

I spent all day at work now I’ll spend all night in bed, so
I can get up and do it again cause, I really need that rent cause,
I really need that bread cause, I’m tired of going hungry. I’m
tired of needing help, I just want to live a moment for myself.
As selfish as that seems, I just really need that moment
so I can see my options clearly. So I hope the sky's not clearing,
cause I really love the rain man…

I really love the rain ya…, I really love the rain-
a little shower to calm my mind, a gentle mist and a slight
Breeze, bit of dew drips off the trees.
puddles form but not to your knees, no ones missing
no one bleeds. it's exactly how I feel man.., it's exactly how I feel
ya..., I really love the rain man…, I really love the rain ya...

For my anger there's a storm, let the lightning crash and burn.
There's my hatred, there's my rage, there's no way I could turn the page.
Stumbling in my clumsy ways, I’d probably set the book a blaze.
Let it rain oh, let it rain, show all my emotions, empty all my pain.

Man I really love the rain ya..., I really love the rain.
Its my drug it makes my day, like a pill I’d pop all day.
Run and jump and laugh and play, I’ll stay and dance don't go away.
Man I really love the rain ya..., I really love the rain.
Its my drug it makes my day, like a pill I’d pop all day.
I sit and cry and wonder why, who I am or why I’m here?
man this life just isn’t fair, but at least I have the rain.

it's exactly how I feel man..., it's exactly how I feel ya…,
I really love the rain man..., I really love the rain ya...,

poem by Charles Carrelli
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I Feel Blue

It's raining again and I feel blue
but it's not the rain.It's the
loss of you.
The raindrops fall
down from the skies
but it's not the rain.
It's the tears from my eyes.

It's raining again on this day
but it's not the rain
that makes me feel this way.
The raindrops cover all the ground
but it's not the rain.
It's that you're not around.

That's why I feel blue.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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DEPRESSION Makes me.......

Depression makes me feel pain
Depression makes me stupid
Depression makes me feel low
Depression makes me mad
Depression makes me sad
Depression makes me forget world
Depression makes me tensed
Depression makes me lose self control
Depression makes me hate everyone
Depression makes me think over and over
Depression makes me feel lonely
Depression makes me think wild
Depression makes me worthless
Depression makes me sick
What does Depression give me?
When it runs high…
It will make me Die - REST IN PEACE…

poem by Annie Juliet
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Depression Makes Me

depression makes me feel pain
depression makes me stupid
depression makes me feel low
depression makes me mad
depression makes me sad
depression makes me forget the world
depression makes me tensed
depression makes me lose self control
depression makes me hate everyone
depression makes me think over and over
depression makes me feel lonely
depression makes me think wild
depression makes me worthless
depression makes me sick
what does depression give me?
when it runs high…
it will make me die - rest in peace…

poem by Tashi Coote
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A Dream in Winter

When all the daisies and daffodils
are buried deep below,
and summer's but a memory
hidden 'pon the drifting snow ~
'tis there beneath the whitened glow,
in a bed of greenest green,
that lives the dreams of springtime hue
with a gleam of emerald sheen.

When all the trees are bared and bent
against wintry winds that blow,
and spring is but a wistful sigh
'pon the branches that bow low ~
'tis there within the boughs so wide,
in a bed of greenest green,
that lives the buds of springtime hue
with a gleam of emerald sheen.

When roses fade 'pon winter's morn
as their petals flee on frosty breath,
and thorns are left to sadly yearn
in their bed of beauty's death ~
'tis there beneath those roses grown,
in a bed of greenest green,
that lives a vision of springtime hue
with a gleam of pastel sheen.

When winter brings a world of white,
a wonderland of icy glow,
and ends the seasons of green, and gold,
hidden 'neath a field of snow ~
'tis there the sleeping earth awaits
in a bed of springtime green,
sighing softly through winter's chill,
'pon a dream of emerald sheen.

poem by Hazelmarie Elliott
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A Missing Spring

I know that the spring will be here soon
and the flowers will start to bloom.
What I do not know is when it comes
will it take me out of this gloom?

I live with the days that still are cold
and rub my hands together.
I'm tired of waiting for warm spring days
and worrying about the weather.

But what if spring does come this year
and I don't see your face?
Then springtime might as well stay away
for it can never replace

the absence of you and how I feel
and all the flowers will only steal
the warmth of my springtime day.
So the winter might as well stay.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Stranger In West Lothian

As I walk alone in the Rain
Where I go, is a Lonely path
I feel alone, lost and cold
If you were me right now,
Ask yourself this...