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Ghost Poetry

By Uriah Lee Hamilton

I could kiss your wrists on a Saturday in the summer
Sitting by an apple tree in the park;
The warm breeze and sunlight on lush leaves
And the fragrance of peach conditioner in your hair,
It all makes me smile and believe in love.

One day, we will cease to exist.
Maybe long before that day,
Love and joy will have retreated
Distantly from our lives;

And thus, it so important and essential
To make it known this moment
The sweet innocent pleasure I receive
In telling you how special and meaningful
Everything about you is to me.

Perhaps, I can leave ghost poetry behind
So the world knows a woman was adored;
But if it all burns away like little paper boats
On the sea of forgetfulness,
I will find happiness today that it was understood
You were the only one that called my heart into being
From my first glimpse of your appearance.

poem by Uriah Hamilton
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I’m Not a Cad, Mostly Not

Who can smile into the sunlight
And find God’s love in a dream?
I meant to kiss you at the park,
Cherish your heart,
And make promises
That would never end.

poem by Uriah Hamilton
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I Can’t Expect the Return of Happiness

I want my heart to be ready for love
And not to catch me unawares
If she ever deems to visit me
In my lonely ship lost at sea.

So many hours alone writing poetry
Mesmerized by words and ideas
That no one will ever appreciate
Or even bother to hesitate
Upon my most fragile lines.

But I’m determined to live
Through the tears of my defeats
On these abandoned streets
Of important loves long deceased.

The days dwindle for romance
To place a flower in a woman’s hair
And to imbibe the sweetness of her fragrance
Like the bouquet of an ancient and precious wine.

The typewriter has been my piano
And my final song is about to fade
As I wander away into the mist
Of a haunted ghost parade.

poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Those Tears Are Mine

You held my hand
Beneath a summer streetlight
An hour or two
Before the dawn.

We walked all night,
We talked all night
About the things
That make us cry.

And I have seen
You cry
Too many times.
I swear,
Those tears are mine
Because I brought them
To your eyes.

I never wanted
Anything more
Than to kiss you
While watching the poetry
Of a sunrise,
Or to see
An afternoon breeze
Lovingly tousle your hair.

But a lover
Can grow insensitive
And take love for granted,
Not listen carefully.

You tried to tell me
Every time you were hurting
How to change my ways,
How to make you smile.

I did not pay attention
To little but important needs
Until you were convinced
That you were not
Important to me.

I know it is too late
For you to forgive me,
But I hope you try.

poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Innocent`s Farewell

innocent`s farewell

i`m not dead
you will see me again for so much you loved me
let your innermost peace
i`m going to the world of poetry
where i will be eating poetry, drinking poetry
hate me no more now allow my soul to rest in peace in the world of poetry.

i`m not dead
i`m going to the world of poetry
where love dont exist but only wisdom
where there is no weapon but just pen and paper
where hunger and anger don`t exist but only joy.

i`m not dead
thy shall not cry for that is the waste of tears
i feel no pain anymore but only joy
i have no problems anymore but only progress
i`m not coming backto life
for where i`m death does not exist
i`m not dead but i`m living in the world of poetry
i`m with poets
we don`t get bored we are always writing poems.

poem by Innocent Mkhwanazi
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Its Whatever

Its whatever
Its what happens
Whatever
Ooh
Whatever
Just like the birds that
Whistle in the trees
And in the leaves so happily your
My tree and through the storm
You stood strong for me
Kept me warm as can be (warm as can be)
Like a candy to an apple oh
We go together
Your so sweet to me ( oh so sweet)
I can say that I do believe
This is destiny
It keeps calling me
Now its me and you
You and me
And its whatever
Whatever you want it to be
Im telling you (Im telling you)
If its up to me whatever is whatever
Is whatever with you and me ( whatever is whatever)
Just like a breeze
In the middle of a summer eve
And you come through you comfort me
If Im a drink your
My lemon sgueeze
Oh youve got flava boy
You go good with
Me so boy dont play or tease me
Ooh keep me together
You got what I need
Now its getting late
Its after three
So quit your stalling
My body calling
Now its me and you
And you and me
And its whatever
Whatever you want it to be
Im telling you(Im telling you)
If its up to me whatever is whatever
As long as its you and me
Whatever is whatever
Its whatever
Its your world
I put that on everything
Its your world
Your world ooh
Now its me and you
You and me
And its whatever
You want it to be
Im telling you
If its up to me
Whatever is whateva
Whatever is whateva
Baby

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The Love That Makes Everything Right

Conversing in starlight
In a night of a thousand dreams,
We were laughing a midnight
Watching the headlights flicker by
Like drunken fireflies.

I'm so happy to see you,
I find such consolation
In the way you smile,
Your eyes are my home
Whenever I'm lonely.

When you were a young girl,
You played piano and sang
As sunlight shone through the window
Of your Saturday room
And settled on purple flowers.

Everyday I fall in love
Like when we were children
Walking the sweet sidewalk
In front of Mrs. O'Brian's Bakery
In the afternoon after school.

One day the world will exist
Long after we've parted
With your lingering perfume
And our final kiss,

But I know we made everything better
For our moment in this place.

poem by Uriah Hamilton
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My Memories Never Sleep

There is no word spoken
In the drizzling summer rain
Where I stand
Beneath the broken streetlight
Of vanishing illumination.

We never really talked
To each other,
I never did learn
The art of conversation.

I did study your eyes
And the movement of your lips,
I appreciated you more
Than you could have ever understood.

To see your hair
In the sunlight
And autumn breeze,
God knows I needed you.

A hush falls
Over my heart
As I try to recall
Sitting beside you
At church or the city park.

My memories
Never sleep;
I don’t know where
You rest your head tonight
But you remain with me.

poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Magical Saturday Afternoon

I want to kiss your arms
On a park bench in the sunlight,
They’d be sweet and warm,
Life would begin to feel right.

Then we’d walk along a lazy street
To purchase ice-cream cones,
Everything you talked about
Would be as lovely as a melody.

This would all take place
On a magical Saturday afternoon.

poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Poetry...Poetry...

Poetry...Poetry...
Poetry is in the beginning of new life,
Poetry is in the tears of a child,
Poetry is in the warmth of mother's kiss,
Poetry is in the child's bliss,
Poetry is in the hug of a father,
Poetry is in the love of a dear,
Poetry is in the happiness of affection,
Poetry is in the pain of separation,
Poetry is in someone's loss,
Poetry is in missing someone very close.

Poetry...Poetry...

Poetry is in the first rain,
Poetry is in the cultivation of first grain,
Poetry is in the first light of dawn,
Poetry is in the drops of dew o the grass of lawn,
Poetry is in the blowing of cool wind,
Poetry is in the beauty of green,
Poetry is in the twinkling star,
Poetry is in the aroma of a flower,
Poetry is in thunder and lightning,
Poetry is in the heat scorching.

Poetry...Poetry...

Poetry is something more sweeter than sweet,
Poetry is something more closer to heart beat,
Poetry is something more than the most beautiful creation,
Poetry is something more than the depth of an ocean,
Poetry is something more higher than the blue,
Poetry is something more true,
Poetry is something more enjoyable than wine,
Poetry is something more shiner than sunshine,
Poetry is something more pure than air,
Poetry is something which is present everywhere.

Poetry...Poetry...

Poet ry is not just rhyme,
Poetry is but the voice Divine,
Poetry is not just Poetry,
Poetry frames History,
After so many lines,
Poetry still remains undefined.

Poetry...Poetry...

poem by Akash Agrawal
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Just IS! (for Gina)

Because you are
the way you are

I love you

just the way
you is.

*******

JUST IS

Poetry is shadow
dancing with light.

Poetry is paper
longing to become voice.

Poetry is musical notation
turning into sound.

Poetry is a world
that is flat
becoming round.

Poetry is the longed for kiss
that’s going to happen
but hasn’t happened

just as yet.

Poetry is the kiss
you’d miss

if it wasn’t

there.

Poetry is falling in love
with sound and language

(you can’t have one without the other)

and being happily married
to its sixth sense

Poetry

...just is.

poem by Dónall Dempsey
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We’re Home

Pray with me
At the botanical garden,
Stay with me this weekend
As we breathe our yoga of devotion.

I fell in love with you
As I placed my mat next to yours
And we drank clear water
Of reverence and hope.

Let’s sit on the terrace
And give thanks for each other,
Express gratitude for our lives,
Let us find God in each other’s eyes.

I could weep with you in the rain,
Smile with you in the sunlight
Touching your hair graced by summer flowers,
Share fruit with you walking along a city street.

It’s not too late to make everything meaningful,
It’s not too late to discover each other in this sacred place
And finally realize that we’re home.

poem by Uriah Hamilton
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The True Meaning of Poetry!

What is the true
meaning of poetry?
Is it rhyming
words together?
Is it about love?
Is it about
impressing?
No, unlike some,
I have discovered the,
true meaning of poetry!

Poetry is the feelings in your heart!
It's really just your heart on paper!
Poetry can be about anything really,
Anything at all! It can have a certain theme,
Like shoes, a talent, a fantasy, love,
World issues, personal issues, history,
Past events, important things!
Poems can mean nothing,
But they can also mean the
World to any one! You just
Never know! Poetry is a way
For people to express them-
Selves. Ex-addicts sometimes
Use poetry to help them when they
Are craving their old addictions.
Like I said, poetry can mean
Nothing to one person,
But mean the world to another!

poem by Rhiannon Parvin
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I’m Not Your Lover But that’s A Minor Detail

Let’s write poems upon our skin
And make unique t-shirts to wear in the summer.

I’ve got a lion’s heart and want you as my prey,
Tell me that you’ll stay and enjoy the nature design
Of this desire.

Is it such a wild idea to fall in love at first glance?
To banish loneliness and learn to exist
In someone else’s essence?

I want to escape into a dream at the amusement park,
Every fiber of my being is crying to marry you
At the gazebo decorated with flowers.

Saying hello is required in the sunlight of positive thoughts,
Let’s kiss at the concession stand waiting for our favorite movie to begin
At the eternal theater of happiness.

poem by Uriah Hamilton
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I Promise

Take my hand
And walk with me into the sunlight;

We’ll take the poetry of Keats
And the poetry of Yeats,

We’ll pray beside flowers
And walk through sacred gates
Of a new beginning
Where every hurt is healed
And dissipates.

I’ll find child-like innocence
In your eyes,
And I promise to believe
That love will never die.

poem by Uriah Hamilton
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