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stormykatie · 2 days

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someday i will teach

myself to write

a poem again

and it won't be about you

or the years

we wasted dreaming

about our future

while forgetting

to water the flowers

so one day they just wilted

away erasing

our existence

no, when that time comes

i'll be writing about something else

perhaps, not one about the war,

or the inflation,

or the rising heat index

i will try my best to write about

anything that does not capture

the stars in your universe,

the bubbles of thoughts floating

above your head,

the wind kissing

your hair, the rain gently gliding

in your porcelain skin

i will forget about the way

you made me feel

along with the memory

of how truth

became the first

casualty of a war

we didn't ask for,

a war that ruined

the taste

of heaven on my lips,

a war that created

waves of differing heights

and tenacity

i'll forget about the dreams

we buried beneath our fallen city,

the unread text messages,

the unpublished reels, drowned

in the echo of grenade raining

the afternoon sky, cries

of dissenters swarming the streets

like flies, shrieking out "freedom!"

oh, freedom,

when will i...

forget about everything

and write about cicadas,ignore

the ashes and screams filling

the air as i watch your head explode,

a watermelon being run over

by a truck!

i will teach myself

to write a poem that

doesn't immortalize you

however, everything

that you were stains

my hands with red-

a dark, raging

shade of red

-flowers wilting,

katie, 05/12/24

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dg-fragments · 3 days

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Away from buzz of the city,

we found ourselves, as if,

walking inside a story book.

- DG (Zaandam-May'24)

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nidhibhasin · 2 days

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I like it when my words vanish into air

poof, and gone forever

you see “poets” are vain creatures

arrogant over the delusions

of their own immortality

but truth is

ink is easy to wash off, and emotions fade

words are temporary, their meanings fickle

so to me, my poetry means nothing

the meaninglessness

keeps me humble

keeps me grounded

I am not a poet

I am just a mad woman

horrified of what the poets label as love

every night I whisper to my cold pillow

“I am banished”

“banished”, another word I borrowed

-Nidhi Bhasin (from “meaningless”)

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eefrostpoetry · 10 months

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sing me a song while i sleep so that your voice may enter my dreams

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scatteredthoughts2 · 2 months

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SILENT IS THE NIGHT.

Silent is the night,

when everyone's asleep,

No one hears my pain,

no one hears me weep.

Everyone's in dreamland,

and no one will ever see,

How lonely is my night,

how I ache to dream with thee.

@Ambrose Harte

@Scattered Thoughts

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maxinewisewrites · 1 month

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my photos are grainy

no time to capture

a clear shot

of a world held

together by strands

of darting pieces.

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prasannawrites · 7 months

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EMOTIONAL BID FOR CONNECTION.

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env0writes · 3 months

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A Feud to Carry Vol. 2, 2.1.24 “30 Days; Or Less”

February is the month of mistakes Trial and error The second beginning, to pick up the pieces Left by January, left by the prior year Left by everyone around you And make something of the days Building each one upon the next Snapping into place The shortest month Therefore the safest to try Let this be the beginning Of the next day and the next day Each step gaining speed In the downhill race to March Stumbling to find that rhythm Even if you tumble and roll Towards that goal You are still, yes still, moving forward

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nikithathampy · 7 months

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heartweary-writing · 9 months

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Maybe I should have gone to you

In January, when the cold

Rang in the earth’s bones-

Shaking,

Shaking

Shaking you unsteady

Your heart heavy

Your mind ready

To unravel.

Yes, maybe I should have gone to you-

Even if you would have gone away,

Anyway.

J. K. L

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stormykatie · 7 months

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One day you will realize, it's not fate or luck that got you here but the choices you've made, the habits you've formed, the thoughts you've run in your head.

-sometimes it's easier to blame the gods or destiny

katie

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dg-fragments · 7 months

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Take me home, will you, for I've been out here lost, more than I wanted, longer than I anticipated, and lonelier than I imagined.

- DG

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nidhibhasin · 2 months

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men like that

like you

the ones with soft, brown eyes

eyes that look at me like I’m worth worship

something surreal, almost devine

not another ugly immortal

in his gaze, I am the starry night

the ocean itself

your eyes, like pools of honey,

warm, drowsy, glazed as if intoxicated

on the love we just made

baby, you deserve red roses

soft kisses showered all over your face

you deserve words that read like prayers

poems that end in violence so soft

it feels less like romance

more like worship

-Nidhi Bhasin

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hathaway-hayes · 10 months

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Dreams were -

something sweet but just outta reach, or a song, one line, the “one,” that “one,” leading the memories and later bleeding.

Dreams are -

remnant of a broken mirror, spilled milk, or words long gone, akin to the “clickety-clack,” coming and going of a train, supposed to stop.

Dreams will ‘ever be -

only to pass you by and offerings of the slightest dust, hints to where you should have been come ‘morrow; and locked, the doors to places, moments, “once were.”

So gently spoke, the shore next woken upon.

- H.H. (2022)

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scatteredthoughts2 · 2 months

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DANCING WITH A LEPRECHAUN.

When you are dancing with a Leprechaun,

The Leprechaun calls the tune,

He will use you as a pawn,

Beneath a blood-red moon.

He will promise you your wildest dreams,

And tell you your the only one,

But beware, all's not as it seems,

And of you he's making fun.

He is charming and beguiling,

He's as slick as oily eels,

He'll bewitch you when he's smiling,

As he dances jigs and reels.

He will fill you up with poteen,

Till you don't know your religion,

He will dress you all in green,

And have you cooing like a pigeon.

And as the moon begins to wane,

The sun rising in the east,

He'll befuddle your poor brain,

For he's a cruel and nasty beast.

You will wake up far from home,

With a sore and aching head,

You'll be cold and all alone,

And far from your nice warm bed.

So never dance with a Leprechaun,

He will trick you and beguil,

He will laugh and call you amadawn,

And at your troubles he will smile.

@Ambrose Harte

@Scattered Thoughts

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sadafternoons · 6 days

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Chuck a youi

*

In Australian slang, chucking a youi is taking a u turn. And so I did, for my husband of 29 years.

*

The decision to stop

And pause time

And rip apart

All the calendars and routines

It has promised to lock one into

Is always there

*

The decision to reach out

And return

To the one

Who can fill

The gaping hole in the heart

Always stays close

Hovering around

The many cups of Skim Lattes

And sweet treats

That one devours

Oh so sweetly

In the hope that they will be enough.

*

And after sipping slowly

The creamy curves

Off so many love hearts

And too many cups of coffee

I know

That no perfectly brewed cup

Not the one in that French patisserie

In Queenstown

Nor at Frankie & Co’s cafe

In Kellyville

Nor at the multiple cafes

Restaurants and airports

In multiple cities around the world

Will be able to fill my cup

Without you.

*

And so I take the plunge

And make the decision

And instead of running away from you

I chuck a youi

And run to you

*

And even though

Your arms are full

And I’ll have to squeeze in

To share you

And make room for myself

The hole in my heart

Is full

And the creamy curves on top of my latte

Have never tasted better.

*

7.05.2024

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