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awaiting rain Sep 15
on night business the poet writes of silence opening a drawer that contains the sea she walks into the waves
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SubtleHoney® Sep 14
when those lilacs turn to violet my eyes and days of fantasy in real life with you
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Melisa Quigley Sep 17
Write a or a about this picture. Laughter Screams of greeting Front door opens Relatives pour in Faces greeted with lipstick Planted on both cheeks Baby crying Cat meows Unused to many sounds Baritone voices Whispering ones too Smell of finger food
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M. S. Reggiori Sep 17
You will forever remain The architect of my heart Sketch for me a life I pray In those dark nights As the moon Reflects upon the lake Someday, speak of the sound Of those lonely whispers If sound had the myrr To travel beyond The boundaries of your shores I do listen
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Melisa Quigley Sep 16
Write a or a about this picture. Her last journey had already started. Single beds like coffins are in every room A woman sits knitting relatives visit watching Not knowing what to say her mind is miles away Photos adorn her bench with names printed under each
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M. S. Reggiori Sep 17
Wait no more my love The cock has crowed & I, locked inside My pertinaceous heart Crying for days Tha has long gone Tracing time Back to the forgotten paths Of Summer Wet lashes to the fore How happy those days were Go ther In a parallel life, teach my Other self to love
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Vikki Sep 14
I met you lifetimes ago dark lotus in a nocturnal lake we died inside the same dream at midnight now vicariously in one another we bloom again.... I'm the same reckless child with unmade plans this time, wild heart I will only love you harder...
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Vikki 12h
Past the fog of memory, I see you your diamond eyes ungoverned by the ordinary world clarity comes in diffused reveries winds of longing turning fragrant in lambent light a heartbeat's length all that's needed to remember your stained glass beauty etched beside mine.
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Jared Mulhair 11h
little minnow might as well be finless so infatuated with sand and the heavy way a day leans upon the dry land i am not the one to tell it my kiss to the gill is deadly minnow find your family just enjoy that cool blue eddy
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Vikki Sep 15
Your laughter spills like an accidental comedy on my tragic prose and I delight at the sudden alchemy of light & drama in this shadowland they say I'm blooming mad inspirited by nightshade but this art is just a poor excuse to court some abstract beauty in my head.
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🇨🇦Lisa Sep 14
I falter to music I fall without love without notes try to sing me to harmony but the brush of that velvet chord is my loss of that love of a love
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Vikki Sep 14
Late night thoughts swirl into a glass of amber the moon sinking into oblivion skimming the residue of unfinished dreams there's an ocean here and I'm drowning trying to preserve moments we have yet to live how whisky and a soliloquy keep love in perfect stasis.
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SubtleHoney® 20h
old bike beat up rusted unbroken who knew shiny beloved would lie dead in a corner of your minds garage abandon the eyesore some new sucker will right it wrong
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susan osborne Sep 16
used to be a body one idea lived in thought my head needs its figure now seeing each step as you go read before whether i have or not worked out how to kiss could've known years since if love existed then in fancy too are feels unsought
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Vikki 21h
Infatuated my world carries your scent like limerence the smell of fallen pine pressed to autumn's burial site near death yet alive in past seasons sleepy hollows & dewy husks fading sunlight & sylvan ghosts it's always the underground affairs we live for the most.
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beth st.clair Sep 14
the sky rises up, gathers her midnight greys, her ghosts the whiteness of the moon, her silhouette the night fragments flowing with the tide. we drift dream-like, unwind like a blossoming rose, the sea like a mooning skull, haunted, silver-rimmed.
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M. S. Reggiori 9h
I love that they say The past breathes Alongside present days In parallel worlds That means tomorrow I'd be born & smile At my Grandmas eyes & I would cry To be a part of her life & I cry now For I hadn't even Said goodbye of sorts But I'd say hello Tomorrow at 91 Dorp
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Peter Hague Sep 11
"The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep." Robert Frost
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beth st.clair 5h
the moon rigged like a ship sets sail floats endlessly she elevates the night from darkness to hypnotic light bathes the world in silver transcends like lazarus brought back from the dead to a sky witnessed through centuries worn & loved like our favourite old clothes
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m.p. 12h
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