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Love Poems About Parallelismus Membrorum or Parallelismus Membrorum Love Poems
by cecil hickman |
Categories: life, love, people, philosophy, social

Unknown Providences

Lust so cold, love stays warm
Advice given is words forgotten.
Gifts that are free have a catch.
Hidden destiny, life so scorned.
Living high, lost in the dark.
Spirit lost, not ever free.
Falsified love, eternally angry


by Kim van Breda |
Categories: christian, universe,

THE ROAD TO GREATNESS

THE ROAD TO GREATNESS

The road to greatness lies in serving others
LOVE begets LOVE
That is Gods way

Complaining and arguing make no sense at all
Controlling our anger we stumble and fall
Strive to become blameless and pure
Shining stars in the universe obeying God’s call

The road to greatness lies in serving others
LOVE begets LOVE
That is Gods way

Inspired by Philippians 2:14-15

by Megan O'Day |
Categories: death, depression, fear, happiness, hope, love,

RED

I am the color that stands for love.
I am the hearts that fill up your box.
I am the rose that sits on your table.
I am the dress you wear on a date.
I am the ribbon on a perfectly wrapped package.
I am the stripes on the American flag.
I am the sign that warns you to turn back.
I am the anger on your face.
I am the pen on your test, “F”.
I am the horns on your biggest fear.
I am the color that stands for love,
But I am also the blood that drips off your knife.

by mirian parrilla |
Categories: faithsister, sister,

my sister

hay sister i feel your pain
far away as iam
i feel your tears threw the years
ill always be here and there
for you
what ever you do
don't lose hope
hang on to the rope
he will pull you out
no need to shout 
he hears your cry
they reach the sky
when it rain's it pour's
but there is alway's the door
to the lord
to keep us dry
to keep us safe
to give us love
to give us hope
hay sister your not alone
he is there to help you 
get therw the storm

by jill spagnola |
Categories: appreciation, hope, visionary, wisdom, world,

Transposition

Transposition

A human is afflicted
Constitutionally impaired

Stricken with a penchant 
For humans inherently despaired

On the conscious level
Feels sensations of suffering

Gleans paramount endearment
For their dark proclivity

The human radiates benevolence
To the inviolable entity

Transmitting a vision
That life is worth living

Furnish with the knowledge
That existence must seek balance

Those who shine on others
The beams reach them too

Love begets love
Let us walk in their shoes

                                                                             Sunshine Williams

by Mercury Anderson |
Categories: betrayal, crush, for her, heartbreak, lost love, repetition, sad love,

False Hope

You smile.
You wave.
It's false hope,
You gave.

I loved.
I hoped. 
You rejected. 
I coped. 

My heart.
My soul.
Is jaded
You know. 

(From) 
You're smile.
You're wave.
The false hope
You gave.

by Jimmi Canada |
Categories: beautiful, girl, i am, i miss you, love, repetition, sound, universe, wind,

My care

Baby I'll show you how out there is my care...

Waiting for the peak,
and swimming for the peace,

we will own our own home-
in the universe there is room,

come with me,

I am a shot in the dark,

white teeth,
and the buzzing of bees,

open your heart to me...

Open it on time,

we will gyrate and shine.

Because now you're mine!

In time we can rewire an empire-
show up in the mesmeric fire,

because,
it is us...

It is the fine,

it is the trust...

We will show up and will our must,

because because,

you are beautiful!

You can be beautiful...

My outspoken love.

by Hailey Coraggioso |
Categories: beauty, blessing, child, hope, love, mental illness,

Anchor

It's the way they look at me.
As if I haven't lost my hair.
It's the way they play with me.
As if I were their age.
It's the way they worry about me.
As if that's what should be done for my scars.
It's the way they tell me I'm beautiful.
As if it's common knowledge.
It's the way they hug me.
As if I'm their anchor to this world
When in actuality, it's quite the opposite.

by Janis Thompson |
Categories: books, history, perspective, race,

Page of Volumes


There is page one of volumes. It has writing but from planned illiteracy. Pain marks many pages but there is beauty. As dark people, we gave our light to the world. Where there was death, we made life. We had no voice, yet we were heard. Our bodies were chained but our minds were free. From the seat of hatred, love was born. We are not like others but fashioned in sameness. We are invisible but have been present since time began. Scorned, reviled and whipped, we flourished. There is page two of volumes. 5/30/17