Poetry
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- Written by: Bella_Lea
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Swiftly through the snow
The silent hare will follow
They will never
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- Written by: HaroHalola
- Category: Poetry
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...Friday nite @ the
Pitch An' Putts the lithe-one sits
atop the Dollhouse
(Hole 4 adjacent to the
Castle Hole 1) in clown suit
& makeup waiting...
who'll give this date-night top flight
see beyond his gay
Parliacci for a pro-
stroker under the Windmill
beat the
Read more: - WHO CARES!, TWO -
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- Written by: lety
- Category: Poetry
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There it was
in the big ceramic pot
trying to get
my attention-this
beautiful flower with
wonderful colors. I
cherished it
Read more: Looking for a red flower
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- Written by: Bella_Lea
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Here and there across the ground
underfoot old and new white and brown.
Was it sudden? Was it pain?
Flutter and fly they pass without a thought.
Colors on the wind all are transfixed.
Beauty in this death to lessen the hurt.
A balance that's made in the sky and the dirt.
Read more: Bones and Butterfly's
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- Written by: Bella_Lea
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Words I write so blissfully
And sing alone for none to see.
At times a silent artist
But my star can shine the farthest.
I sit and listen to the rain
As it gently patters on my windowpane.
I pluck a solemn wind from the sky
And it grants my wish
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- Written by: Bella_Lea
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She lives in the drop's
Spaced by seconds in time.
The shades of water tell
Her whole life's story to the end.
Sadness is her world
But there it is not always so.
It's a mirror reflection
In your eyes.
She dances to her flute
In the rain bare of foot.
The base of
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- Written by: stephaniewillis
- Category: Poetry
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Not everybody. Not
me or those redwoods up north
in the heat wide and strong
and tall. My only death was a dog.
Read more: The Singer Sings “Everybody Dies”
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- Written by: stephaniewillis
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I give you this gift and then take it back. This gift is my hair. Three strands. I sew them like dark string. I touch your mouth to my mouth. I heard you are going away and I don’t mind. I heard S. moved to my future home
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- Written by: stephaniewillis
- Category: Poetry
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How slow trees grow
How slow trees
I am notnear enough
nearly enough
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- Written by: stephaniewillis
- Category: Poetry
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Arrows. I know you as arrows. I know you as arrows know the air.
2.
Bluebells baskets of berries big open spaces
bees and tiny blossoms in your mother's backyard.
3.
Come Back from San Francisco on the car radio
calling from California to say: I
Read more: With My Eyes Towards a Future Home
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- Written by: stephaniewillis
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Fuck you returning to this state
and not seeing me Fuck you returning
do-overs.
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- Written by: ThomasZoe
- Category: Poetry
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In the fierce wind of Winter
or the light rain of Spring
Violence and Hatred from Sinners
"lord be with you we sing".
Golden rays of sunshine
beam down on those who love.
Blessed are those who are
