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thecreakywriter · 9 months

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Meet Me In Every Universe

If I can't say it ever, I'll say it now in this verse

Please meet me in every other universe

Even if fate obstructs the path in its crowning

Take my hand, stop me from drowning

You said it feels like family when you spend long enough time

I knew it in my heart your song and mine rhyme

I send out my prayers into the cosmic thread

That unites us in a timeless pool of rearranging emotions unsaid

Our silences have the loudest nostalgia

We sit among words that spell so much that ease my dysphoria

If I can't say it ever, I'll say it now in this verse

Please meet me in every other universe

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mkaugustpoetry · 10 months

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Your camp fire eyes

Seeing straight through mine,

Enough to make me forget about the

Wood burning between us.

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Not you though.

All you seem to know

Is when to stroke the fire

So it never stands a chance of

Burning out.

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Flames dance

Where your pupils belong

And I get lost in the fire.

Sunburn on my skin

Feels cooler than your distant glance.

Like I'm a rock on the patio,

Not even big enough to be in your way.

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Fire turned blue, turned to ice.

I'm still here,

Waiting for you to stir me up

With those leftover ashes.

A cold bit of tree bark

For you to crush,

Crush.

#imperialprompts #prompt 3 #camp fire eyes #my poetry #poetry #writeblrcafe #poeticstories #writerscreed #original poetry #poets on tumblr #spilled poetry #writers and poets

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imperial-poetry-prompts · 10 months

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Summer Prompts

#imperialprompts

Sweaty palms

Scratching bug bites

Camp fires eyes

Back-porch Shandy

Fireworks

Le plage

Water Ice

Escapism

Sundress exclusive

Rearranging emotions

#imperialjuly #imperialprompts #poetry #poetry prompt #twcpoetry #wc writerscreed #poetryportal #poeticstories #writeundertheinfluence #smittenbypoetry #savage-words #writeblrcafe #summer

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hauntedfutures · 2 years

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Sonnet of Solitude

Strangers of seclusion are silently

Seen so weary soldiers of servitude

Spit spectres of sin - spun to lifelessly

Steal soft gifts of sweetened solitude.

Single sounds of soulless searching has stirred

Stories sold in shears of tragedy.

Slaved in salted saloons, they sing in slurred

Speeches of sick submissive finale.

Savouring songs of seldom sanctuary

Softly sowed the silky seams of safety.

Forgotten souls sunk in solitary -

Scorched by the sons of past society.

Slavery sold severed segregation

Of souls in sanguineous starvation.

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@imperial-poetry-prompts

July Prompt #7: Slaving

A commentary on the injustice of slavery

Awfully answered as annoying alliteration

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elycwinters · 2 years

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Not a dancer

You look at her move and clap, Swing to a rhythm only she can hear; Never once asking what she’s trying to trap. Nor see the tear that slides down out of fear.

In happy ignorance you stand and stand by her side, Already thinking of her as your bride.

But here is the thing you do not know: She’s not a dancer, but a fighter on the floor; One that is fighting her greatest foe, And her demons lock behind a dark door.

- Ely C. Winters. | Prompt #153

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paradoxicalpenman · 3 years

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Night and Day

Night has had enough,

Words of day piercing him like needles ,

Fed up with his constant show-off,

Decided to teach him a lesson,

Handing over the baton at dawn, he said,

This dawn wouldn't end in dusk,

Day ignorant, stinking of pride,

Took out his best sundress,

Decided to go to the beach for a ride,

Tanning himself in the sun,

Taking a sip of his lemonade,

He started bragging about his might,

Taking credit for life and plant-growth,

He didn't even bother to mention the role of night,

Even a dragonfly couldn't hover at a place for eternity,

Plants absolutely need sunlight for the food,

But they also need to sleep to be revitalized with energy,

Sitting at the beach, arrogant Day forgot,

Oceans wait for the moonbeam to arrive,

That's when they prepare to turn the tides,

Night's refusal, whole world started crumbling,

Just in a matter of day, pride of Day shattered,

His glib tongue came to the fore,

While convincing night to come,

Like a savant, Night glowing in his humility,

Asked a cute ransom for his return,

Day had to agree anyway,

Coz the consequence mutual destruction,

He asked Day to get rid of his toxic culture of extravagant boasting,

After all they were nemesis of each other in the truest sense,

So better behave like it, not like some petty enemies...

#imperialprompts #imperialjune #poetry prompt #poetic stories #twcpoetry #writerscreed #writeundertheinfluence #writtenconsiderations #smittenbypoetry #poetryportal #poets on tumblr

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thespiandrummer · 3 years

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Prompt#609 / Burning through the night…(just write)

He saw that it was dawn. In those moments found lashed to the cape, his visage had changed with the night. It was then that he remembered what took place in his dream:

“To my brothers of every tribe, and my sisters who represent their great lands of origin, to all peoples of color: These words will never bring you back what you’ve lost and for this I am truly sorry - my apology cannot reverse the myriad injustices - centuries in the making. Surely it rings hollow in the midst of these troubled times. And yet I am naturally compelled to seek out your forgiveness, to reach for ways to come to you with my bowed head and give to you, from the bottom of my heavy heart, my assurance from beyond the stars of our ancestors, that I am filled with regret for what we have done. If only now my kindness and respect could heal you with my actions - that if there were any way I could uplift you with my promise, my respectful regard and veneration towards you and your cultures, I would offer you the origins of time to replace these histories of sorrow. But I cannot. I am just one human who recognizes your beginnings long before my ancestors came to you with their fears and anxieties; one who sees you for who you are, and you are beautiful! Your histories and your cultures are the foundations of humankind! As a descendant star I can only give you the love of my light, my deepest respect and any semblance of its love that it may bring you to a place where we both could live together in peace as human beings on this great Earth. Our home where our admirations and creativities can bring inspiration and uplift the veil of hate and abhorrent desires for violent retribution. Could I ever repay the horrific debt I owe you? Would you even want my repentant heart and words of sorrow, to know how much I have wronged you? Your painful awareness does not need my reminding! And so I go towards the horizon, the dusk of my life with an earnest sincerity that longs for us to heal. The audacity of my apology in this beginning can only be matched by your daring willingness to forgive and release us both from this circle of dark hatred and destruction. Let us seek peace instead of contempt; beauty rather than the detestable; acceptance rather than rejection. Let us embrace and love each another, the human family that we’ve grown into. Starting this one spark can create an eternal fire at the hearth of our human family’s Home of healing and love.”

#imperialprompts #dream journal #dreamscape

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lexiklecksi · 3 years

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Frozen breath & rebirth

Blinding lights, flock of sheep

The moths to lamp, dizzy weeps

Led astray, together again

Intertwine, holy reds

Blinded by the witch light in their eyes

He weeps at night

Like a moth flies

Falling, nothing’s alright

Scorch the skin with your kiss

Lips of frost, void's abyss

Pull me into darkest depth

With a scalding, glazing breath

Lingering longer, oh so much to miss

Promises whispered with a cold breath

Laying down the flower wreath

To meet the God of Death

Frozen hearts shatter

Upon their mass

Shards shameless scatter

Like dew on grass

Buried deep beneath

A love long lost and his grief

They say the grass is greener on the other side

Will they reunite?

He takes his hand

And wrong is right

Tender, yet shy

Life longs to die

Written in collaboration with my dear friend and fellow poet Angelina @silversynthesis (her verses are bold)

Used @imperial-poetry-prompts: sanctity, freezer burn, the weight of winter, a smooth death

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josy57 · 3 years

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New Year

New Year’s Eve Twenty four hours of this Sunday night feeling This unspeakable rush of ‘’not again, not again, not again’’ The present emptiness multiplies like a malignant growth And it’s all I can see ahead, more of the same The clock quickening and yet always showing the same hollow hour It’s twilight and it’s dawn and I just want darkness I want quiet

Of course, truth is time cannot be stopped but it can be wasted Life has no meaning but it can be done wrong I am doing it wrong Look at me and dare tell me this whole thing isn’t wrong I can bargain with it, try to appease this monstrous emotion That has trailed me since childhood I can swear I’ll do better, I’ll do good, I’ll be good this time But we both know that’s no satisfactory answer Resolve is easily broken and it can’t bend the whole world to its will Being good has gotten me very little so far

I am only shushing myself, making a halfhearted effort at reassurance I am playing the part of my own aloof parent Faking authority and prescribing patience Promising ‘'later, it will all come later'’ I just have to sit with this crushing fatigue This urge to scream or run away, bunched inside me like a fist I just have to wait and it will be better tomorrow Nothing will have changed but I’ll have tired myself out

I will flip a new calendar page and sit in the smallness of my room The smallness of my life The first day of the year will pass as it always does Ghost-like, unfelt Nursing yesterday’s indulgence of despair A sadness returned to its usual dullness Throbbing like a headache Eyes sore, throat clamped It’s January and I’d be glad never to speak again.

Inspired by @imperial-poetry-prompts‘s prompt “New Year, True Me”

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smokeinsilence · 4 years

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Are you living or are you just jumping from one obsession to the other to run away from yourself?

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just-unis · 4 years

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Dearest Friend Poem Part 2

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imperial-poetry-prompts · 1 year

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Imperial January Prompts 2023

Be you. Do you. For you.

Chaos

Kirche

DIY depression

Zenith

#imperialprompts #poets on tumblr #poetry #writing prompt #imperialjanuary

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queenladeefah · 3 years

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THE YEAR THAT SHOULD'VE BEEN

The sun glared over him

almost like Mr Frank's frowns

seeking that which he could never give,

pestering him with doubts;

about that which he could ever be.

What a year!

his heart drip with loss,

It was the year that should've been filled

with love, music, laughter and life,

and yet here he stood,

beneath the tamed sun

dancing into twilight,

trapped between shadows,

covered in winter's solemnity

It was a year, alright, and, what a year!

Ladifatu Isa

#Imperialprompts #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #feelings

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elycwinters · 2 years

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To Love The Dark

You close your eyes, sighing with the chill In the air. The window’s open – it’s a Spring night And there is no need To get all warmed up. Not yet. Summer will come.

So you close your eyes and turn off The lights, lay in bed And whisper into the night: ‘I am yours. Oh! Dearest dark!’

The night is silent, not a single sound Only the breeze comes Like a lover’s caress that says ‘I am waiting, dear one.’

- Ely C. Winters. | Prompt #20

#imperialprompts #spilled ink #poets on tumblr #poetry on tumblr #poems on tumblr #poetry #poem #b: nocturnal passions

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praggya1993 · 4 years

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Rage will come and go

Wrecking you with burns and scars.

Blighting every skill

Inherent in your system

With a roar that'll make you

Deaf to the passive heeding of calls.

Rage will explode once

Like a cannon ball

Then leave you writhing

Amid the mess and the ruins

Through which you'll never

Ever be able to seek

A way forward.

Rage is not the weapon

To condemn suffering and tears

To make a permanent change

Rage is not enough.

#imperialprompts #pride prompts #rage is not enough

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wordsaregolden22 · 4 years

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The extremely sad truth is:

Being alive is quiet, no matter

How loudly you live. You disappear

Into the noise of everything around you.

People will forget you exist just simply

Because they know that you are in fact

Still existing somewhere, so all must be well.

Death however, is deafening no matter

How quietly you slip away. Although it may

Be ironic, it is true. People notice you no

Longer existing even though they didn’t

Care that you were in the first place. That

Is when you suddenly become important;

When it’s too late.

#imperialprompts #imperialjuly #poem #poetry #poets on tumblr #*brokenbutterfly

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