Poetry
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- Written by: goddessofloco
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Obsessed. I am. With taking photos of she.
Looking to see if the face in the picture covers the monster well enough in me.
The faces, clothes, poses, they all change.
But I see it in my eyes; something in those dark orbs remains the same.
She and I, girl and monster, are but one.
If we reach our full potential I fear the world will become undone.
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- Written by: PhillipLarrea
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“Gin and tonic please,”
He says to me.
Though I know it well
By his dollars that flutter
Like fallen leaves to my gutter,
That trough we ‘tenders call ‘the well’.
This glass before me like his brain.
Ice cubes the cells that remain
With gaps good Gordon fills.
Tonic that whispers and bubbles;
Jokes making light of his troubles-
While I keep and eye on his bills.
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- Written by: Vangoman/ Dan Van Fleet
- Category: Poetry
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Tragically
A Hundred and Sixty Thousand per Day
The skin is just pretend
It’s not whom we are within
Soft pupils in colorful arrays
Hard wrinkles press each day
Still the heart pumps
From the sump of our soul
Life is one big hump
We all climb, even though we know
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- Written by: manisha
- Category: Poetry
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Coward Hydro
When life becomes a burden
Did not see the floor is
It is very difficult to live
Ass to life at the turn
Break all relations
Terminate its existence
Run away from life
Death embrace
Read more: ज़िन्दगी पर कविता - जिन्दगी Poems on life
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- Written by: luciddreamer1973
- Category: Poetry
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Moss-walls, garden-harvest, golden-sun turns afternoon-orange thru the patio-vines hangin'
And in the coolness of air, parlor-games played in the old Victorian.
And the Autumn Victorian walks thru the leaves on the street.
The wind sends the leaves into dancing.
Along this Voctorian street,
Swirl-winds serene, it's Autumn breathing.
Bolt-white shards and ghosts of lightening,
never a dull moment 'cause it never ends.
Read more: The Autumn Victorian
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- Written by: goddessofloco
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Stress, the silent killer indeed. You take what you want, you take what you need. I love you people so I give what I got. From my food to my time, to long talks that in the mood for I am not. I am a counsler, a mom, a sitter, often a cook, definitely a maid, a ATM and at times I feel a slave. Asking for help is like pulling teeth, talking about my own issues? Those I work out in my dreams while I sleep. And sleep? Sleep, sleep is good. Losing desire for nothing but workouts, water and bed... But please pay me no mind, lets concentrate on you instead. Continue to heap upon me your problems until they choke me dead.
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- Written by: EdwardLamar
- Category: Poetry
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We march, though in truth it is mockery to call it so
For there is no time, no rhythm, only the seemingly endless drone
Of a thousand pairs of boots upon the road
Of a thousand swords and shields scraping and clanging
Against a thousand other pieces of armor.
Cacophony
Read more: The Glory Seeker's Lament
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- Written by: Vangoman/ Dan Van Fleet
- Category: Poetry
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Ominously swaying
Stale lavender drop wet on moss
How will you die I ask
With regret and fighting frost
Do you fear the tears of love
Or are you stunned by the loss
Love has counted all your suns
The moon egg is calling
You’re dung!
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- Written by: Vangoman/ Dan Van Fleet
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Remnants of the raw
A small ball that’s all
Byproduct of beauty
Leftover gas from a sun blast
Remaining length of a cosmic hall
Milky Way diamond chain
Cold multiverses remain
The eagle nebula stain
Things we can never tame
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- Written by: wickedwahine_69
- Category: Poetry
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My peach skin, dyed brown, has become dotted with freckles anywhere the sun has kissed me.
My hair has grown past my shoulders for the first time in my life since I was a very young child.
Blonde and curly where the wind and sky have shaped my being.
And my thighs have swollen to the weight of perfection.
Not a skinny girl my whole life, I have finally blossomed into the skin I own.
My eyes reflect the sunset… My toes throb in the heartbeat of the earth, while I dig them in the sand.
Ever so cool and refreshing…
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- Written by: Fariah
- Category: Poetry
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So thankful to Allah for giving me ISLAM,
Giving me Mohammad (p.bu.h) as the best Imam,
Giving me Heaven as a reward (Insha’Allah),
Making the angels always a guard,
Thank you for forgiving me whenever I asked,
For keeping all my sins unmasked,
Thank You for making me a Muslim,
Making me part of the Islamic system,
Thank You for guiding me to the light,
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- Written by: daphfine
- Category: Poetry
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For J, before.
My little wings flutter
Up and about you
What you don’t know,
What you just don’t know…
As you laugh out loud
And playfully swat me around…
Is that my tiny heart is singed
By every glow of pink glitter
That you wish to see
