Poetry
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- Written by: soi-disant
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Oh passion, my dear passion; please may you never be rationed.
Just like you too - love, lies and discretion.
I fear your days are getting shorter much like the sight of forever, so,
i lay my weapon of sarcasm down and offer up romanticised poetry in wit.
I hope they and i will continue to be your worthy cohorts.
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- Written by: soi-disant
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I will take u to see the stars, we'll glide along venice beach
the sun reflecting on our mood and then
we can dive head first into the scene
Show them who we are tell them where we've been
Quench the moment because its goin down in history
as the good old days,
the ones you spent with me
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- Written by: jesus7
- Category: Poetry
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I walked into this feeling.
Separation leaves us alone in the dark.
When you make these choices,
You realize you have stumbled into this.
Plagues follow us dearly.
The love that whispers to us,
Just to walk away.
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- Written by: grunfruaorshell
- Category: Poetry
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I cannot write.
I try but dust forms in my mouth.
My fingertips soften
And the keys feel as sandpaper.
I breath in doubt
And out frustration.
The little metal top whirls off the edge.
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- Written by: soi-disant
- Category: Poetry
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i was young, tasteless and tactless.
for many a short period of time; each on their own yet built up into an extreme lifetime, i was left to my own irresponsible devices.
i was ill fated, untrusted and sullied just like those champions of ancient greece. rear ended by a spear that loomed larger than life yet smaller than a human brain.
Read more: somewhere something somehow
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- Written by: Vangoman/ Dan Van Fleet
- Category: Poetry
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Under the rich blue moon of human eyes
Descending truths defend our lies
Trespassing along our invisible minds
A human truth hides from the heart
From the earliest wall of caves
In blood of fog defending ways
A thrill that kills inside of graves
Appears the dark hides in the day
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- Written by: wickedwahine_69
- Category: Poetry
- Hits: 1921
South swells come upon the beach,
Like giant sea green pillows,
Swollen and begging to be laid upon,
Diving into their softness,
The water is warm and inviting,
A bath for the Gods.
Read more: Kaimana Beach with Nani
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- Written by: Uniquely...Disfunctional
- Category: Poetry
- Hits: 1915
I feel the madness,
Consuming my breath like fog-
He oozes in depth through my pores.
Sinking stalk fingers into my brain.
His ambience is a narcotic, an addiction.
Sunk inside this cavity that isnt mine.
He leaves his crust like leftover pie on my face.
My existence is nothing without it.
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- Written by: Uniquely...Disfunctional
- Category: Poetry
- Hits: 1929
The soft wind runs amid my fingertips-
it pulls my face into it's kiss
and then retreats into the world-
I find the similar salt that sits on my tongue
I long for you.
In minutes that span to days and fold over into years
I am sitting in the same spot under the same sun,
Holding the same breathe you left me with.
I find it gets easier to remain dead.
and after a while
maybe I will decay into the sweet moisture of the earth
and remain here in the time where you loved me.
The time when opportunities were still unopened
like a spring bud-
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- Written by: Vangoman/ Dan Van Fleet
- Category: Poetry
- Hits: 1939
The old off kilter art world seems to have found her balance It began running its simulation of light rising aside the sun. It began by stretching itself and pulling the overlays threw our eyes and heart then reaching above our heads on the rusted underside of our corrugated thoughts, now and then rising and falling like an out of breath forty eight double “D” stripper bra, intent on rubbing her owner the wrong way until some acknowledgement was milked out of her.
Read more: The Art of Off Kilter
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- Written by: el socialisto
- Category: Poetry
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Laughing hee hee hee hee
Lifting screw the top pop
Stepping flip flop flip flop
Staring blankly
Drinking sip slurp slurp again swallow
Drink drank Drunk
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- Written by: PoetryfromTheJourney
- Category: Poetry
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Listen my children and I’ll tell you a story
About a nation built on power and glory
The early ancestors fought hard and bled
Some lost their lives to defend this homestead
Read more: ~Listen My Children~
