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Jared Mulhair Sep 8
every comet has a name emblazoned upon it yours was a glorious scribble across my illiterate sky so now i lie on the library roof beneath the telescope of poetry scanning the pages of night for your rarest line of grace
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Melisa Quigley Sep 9
Write a or a about this picture. Here are my attempts: He walked to the gallows praying. I cannot see People gather Yelling obscenities The sun is gone Voices are in my head My heart lurches And my body swings Urine trickles down my legs No goodbye Nor sorrow
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Vikki 15h
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 10h
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® Sep 8
ballerina firefly dance of light in night sky hold my gaze before day dies tearful joy by cluster glowing earth dusters to be seen unseen let free and pass by #448
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🇨🇦Lisa 15h
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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susan osborne Sep 10
lifelong energy picturised how i will grow to be valid does it know invention from happening defying any thing outside its solitary pain
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Anna Casamento Arrigo 18h
RISE after the FALL F A L L With great uncertainty What awaits my landing Into that cloaked night Where so many Gone before Never to return Wondering As I remember them... Who will remember me? E S I R
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Vikki Sep 12
Dear silence, haunt me with your ghost written narrative bending back days to when hope was young I believed in blue skies without knowing the time recalling the hour shadows shifted to my favourite colour I drift here inside you & this, love, is what journals are for.
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Jared Mulhair Sep 12
: where the floodwater trickles a boy with bees in his mouth shouts in the shallows till the sting is a tickle the encouragement of dawn is how a tongue becomes honey how the greatest of songs are sung from the nothing :
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🐦 Rekha - Author 🍃 Sep 9
Delighted and humbled to have my 'The Ghostly Green Luna' RE-PUBLISHED for September 2019 as POEM OF THE WEEK!!! Huge Thanks to Red Fez Literary Magazine , here :
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BraveWrite Sep 11
🗣 Prompt Words Sept. 12-18, 2019 “The Bravest Thing You Can Be Is Yourself.”©️ Prompt Optional✨All Welcome
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🦚 Noor un Nisa 🙏 Sep 13
🙏 ✍🏼 💔 ⏳ ~ “Portal’s Window ~ ⌛️
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🇨🇦Lisa 23h
Just once when I stumble, I want to be caught picked up off the floor by your powerful words vibrate to the core with your caring voice kissed inside and out smoothed by your hands carried away to another dream.
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Vikki Sep 14
From dusk, little by little I plan my escape fade out from this metaphysical state to some other vessel refusing to be the last flower standing in a turn of season maybe by dawn you won't recognise me covered in silt and decay but ironically .. happy.
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SubtleHoney® Sep 12
of mystery and mist gift to earthbound living chanteuse angel feathers on air she floats through my every best tale
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awaiting rain Sep 14
in a photo still warm I remember your hands and how I was woven
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awaiting rain Sep 13
“Autumn” Beautiful anguish that we cannot stay in this sunny silk, that autumn speaks in past tenses of cry scissor winds
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Punam Saxena 19h
You snatch my dreams I will create ten more You clip my wings I will grow a hundred more You tear my cape I will stitch a thousand more You wipe out my words I will write a million more I'll be what I want to be I won't let you overwrite me!
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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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