Till Death Do Us Apart

Haunting echoes of laughter,

Your charming, infectious smile,

Spreading, while crinkling your eyes.

I clutch at those things of past,

Grasping at every last straw,

Oh, all those happy times!

Now only their ghosts remain

Phantom feeling of hands

Together, fingers interlaced.

As a breeze, both hot and cold

Blew against our faces that day,

I strummed my guitar while you

Sang like a nightingale.

As I stand by your grave today

Cold wind whipping my face,

Nothing ever seems the same,

Memories, just washed away.

Smiling, on the ground you lay,

As if dreaming, never to wake.

Burn

Bitter recollections

Unwilling to

Remember all the mistakes

Nevertheless, think of them again.

BURN them,

As you would burn

Useless trash to get rid of them.

BURN them,

As you would burn

Wood to give you warmth.

BURN your fears,

Your sadness, your horrors,

Your insecurities,

Your worst memories.

BURN your flaws,

The criticisms,

The self-loathing

And hatred you’ve always had.

And blow your problems away,

Just as you blow away these ashes,

And always believe in

A better life, without scars.

This goes out to you…

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Mind-bogglingly insane

Or so sensible that it kills me

Optimistic and ever ready for a bit of fun

Never seen you angry (thankfully)

Indeed lovely with ivory skin and ebony hair

Sweet, smart and sassy

Always there for a friend, no matter what.

Happy birthday to you!

 

Wishing you common sense, brains, and an even larger heart on 13th April. Many happy returns to the infernally awesome  M••n¡$@# .  And yeah, this is my birthday gift to you. No more expectations!

Cheers!

Mads

P.S. – And thanks for the promotion!

 

#7 Powerful Poetry

Song Of The Rain

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I am dotted silver threads dropped from heaven
By the gods. Nature then takes me, to adorn
Her fields and valleys.

I am beautiful pearls, plucked from the
Crown of Ishtar by the daughter of Dawn
To embellish the gardens.

When I cry the hills laugh;
When I humble myself the flowers rejoice;
When I bow, all things are elated.

The field and the cloud are lovers
And between them I am a messenger of mercy.
I quench the thirst of one;
I cure the ailment of the other.

The voice of thunder declares my arrival;
The rainbow announces my departure.
I am like earthly life, which begins at
The feet of the mad elements and ends
Under the upraised wings of death.

I emerge from the heard of the sea
Soar with the breeze. When I see a field in
Need, I descend and embrace the flowers and
The trees in a million little ways.

I touch gently at the windows with my
Soft fingers, and my announcement is a
Welcome song. All can hear, but only
The sensitive can understand.

The heat in the air gives birth to me,
But in turn I kill it,
As woman overcomes man with
The strength she takes from him.

I am the sigh of the sea;
The laughter of the field;
The tears of heaven.

So with love –
Sighs from the deep sea of affection;
Laughter from the colorful field of the spirit;
Tears from the endless heaven of memories.

– Kahlil Gibran

Talk To Me

Talk to me.

Tell me why you left me.

Flash that grin once again at me

It will last me for an eternity.

Talk to me.

Tell me why you left me.

A whisper in that husky voice

Will silence all my heart’s noise.

Talk to me.

Tell me why you left me.

I’m ready to wait for an infinity

To see that familiar wink at me.

Talk to me.

Tell me why you left me.

I miss your ringing laughter,

But I’ll love you forever after.

Oh, talk to me, please!

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