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Tag: Poem
“Heal” by Navnidhi Vyas.
Words can touch and sooth the soul
Words can heal others and self
Words can do miracles
“A Lovely Day” by adreamy1.
With the clouds in front,
it’s a filthy sky.
into loneliness.
dream from dream
godly fields
of life then lassitude
of the shunt of death.
Father listens to what I read,
Noveau waves in homemade poetry; dream from dream
godly fields
of life then lassitude
of the shunt of death.
Father listens to what I read,
Noveau waves in homemade poetry;
“Story” by Elle Wilson.
Story
Once upon a time
Is how stories usually begin
Promising adventures
In worlds unknown
Even though it’s just paper
Markings
And ink
“Poet Don Reporting” by Don Matthews.
Poet Don reporting
From the weath bureau
Rain is falling up today
Thought you’d like to know
te amo.
asleep, the ice-fields
of your memory
they go into the throes
of the dark ocean floor
Lonely.
lonely, born in the ecstasy
this root of blood;
walk away into
the forbidden, unmade road
split and wounded
“Thick Voices of Repose” by Brand.
On darkened peaks
Whose granite walls echo
The voices of my heart
Joined in constant song
And cascade
Breaking away impermanence
As the only rhythms of the night
Washing across synapses branching.
Memory.
Memory elides into the eyes there
(let it die) in the sloth of dreams, it is
a protest against the ice shadow
of what the fuck were we thinking under
the frail permanence of memory, this
stir dislocated into cracked lilacs red
born as species, the earth moves the rock.
Collaboration Poem Ends In One Week.
There is only one week left until my poem collaboration closes. The theme concerns of freedom, how it impacts you, and what it means to you. It is a collaborative effort from the WordPress Community to create a poem all together during these trying times and social isolation.
It will end on April 29th, 2020, not accepting any submissions after April 30th, 2020 at midnight (EST).
Effusion de sang dans les océans.
desire sails the salt winds
in the dark sleep of eternity
within the bloodshed of the sea
The last thought.
Rocks lay before
the last thought and solipsism;
Inside a frost stillness, decaying by the tree;
Forbidden—the serpent’s blood betrays
the bone fingers that lay upon stone.
Awake (Draft).
overripe in its practice,
abandon
abandon Disinherited
dark mind
walks alone
you have nowhere else to go
beyond dark shores,
there’s a fog that blooms;
you can’t go back
Let us (Draft).
A cigarette in a dance, while you never speak
There is silence in a tribe
Scraping to kill each other slowly
Leaving, you’re leaving in the dark archipelago,
The ghost in the isthmus
“Darling Little Daisy” By Gabby L.
Pretty little thing with your colorful petals,
I heard a storm was coming- cover up;
Don’t let them all notice the way,
the thunder causes your body to shake.
Or the way your petals snap in two,
when the heavy drops of the rain fall-
and put a damper on the cracked concrete
that you grow in
Pseudopsychosis. 