Poetry
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- Written by: Shell1321
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the last words I ever write.
What will you remember
the words to which you read
the message in between the lines
or the face behind of it all.
This face that belongs to me.
Fear to one shall not be
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- Written by: Eric Lawson
- Category: Poetry
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Unintentionally at first now so obvious
Desert highway off-shoot boomtown
Pit stop for the wandering and weary
An oasis between light bulbs of thought
And long stretches of darkness sublime
Read more: Unintentionally, Bakersfield
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- Written by: Spells
- Category: Poetry
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Greetings of fresh air
We blend as Sinatra's voice
Glimpse eyes attract
Love has centered my voice
She takes me home
Upon the crystal moon
Touches of moist,
Shafting her womb
Miss Blissful Black hair,
Where did one get eyes like that
I tell myself,
She robbed a cat
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- Written by: Spells
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Short blissful black hair
From the window I stare
Just tell me where
Short blissful black hair
I've lost myself
Short blissful black hair
Only top shelf
Short blissful black hair
All is well and all is fair
Walk my way,
Miss Blissful I dare
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- Written by: Spells
- Category: Poetry
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I'm feeling your presence
Like the air I breathe
We feel your presence
When we are down on our knees
I miss your presence
Like a mother who leaves
We've encountered our blessings
Sometime smiling through grief
We remember your stories
Of your childhood days
A warrior of God
Walking by faith
I'm feeling your presence
Read more: Feeling Your Presence
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- Written by: Shake_and_Jake
- Category: Poetry
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Doth I coolly claim—
A sward of grass on which to roam
And but one patch of shade.
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- Written by: bcpetrakos
- Category: Poetry
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The best idea is laid to rest and considered daily
The best idea is hope filled and challenged it hesitates and wonders
The best idea has wings
the best idea is hiding in a shack in Bolivia
the best idea put a ring on the ankle and fell from a great height
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- Written by: Soulja4Alethia
- Category: Poetry
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Well baby boi here I find myself
Less than 72 hours after my slow awakening began
An awakening catalyzed by an unlikely face
A handsome stranger
Coaxing me from my cryogenic incubator
My failing dream machine
…It’s amazing how people you may never meet in
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- Written by: Shake_and_Jake
- Category: Poetry
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Which I need’eth to be proved:
Hath She Nature with Her Chance
Capacity for love?
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- Written by: Shake_and_Jake
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About this wooded path I speak
Which roundabout makes its way
From bog to soggy riverbed
Upon which on this wooded path I sneak.
Though my shoes for trudging weren't made
Purple blossoms blushing welcome
Foreign men to native earth
Frolicking in the shifting shade.
Low-hanging branches tempt me but I
Must
Read more: About This Wooded Path
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- Written by: burbuja688
- Category: Poetry
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We are our own fingerprints.
We're the evidence we leave behind on everything we touch
Books
Partially chewed pens and crumpled paper
Whole handprints on foreheads for those rough days.
We are everywhere even if we don't see it.
Have more affect on others than we'd like to think.
I think
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- Written by: Eric Lawson
- Category: Poetry
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A former Adonis now disheveled
He scowls at the gathered patrons
A former celebrity now ignored
As a host he is pompously precious
if only to placate his wounded ego
The perched performers practice
covert hostility in order to gain
access to minuscule stage time
Necks twist and sore
