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twelve
Why is love all I know to write of
When it is the least of what I know
Hope the most important to hold onto
But the easiest to let go
Why is it that what we wish for
Consumes our minds and souls
Is this all that they will see
Once I've gone and paid my toll
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askaboutmyaccent · 4 years
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opswaggirl · 5 years
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hybridization
i picked up my pen again and,
felt the characters rush back to my mind.
the same ones i pushed off,
deeming that there is no time.
it was all part of a friendly rivalry,
one between the practical and emotional mind.
a life where we chose singularly,
but now i choose to intertwine.
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jananathebanana · 6 years
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30 Days of Poetry: Day 6
One day, I was at school and I broke my shoe.  The strap of the sandal snapped, and I didn’t know what to do. 
Most young kids, would call their parents and have them bring another pair of shoes. 
Not me, I never thought, to call my parents. Instead, I got some glue, and fixed my shoe.
I have parents that love me, I’m sure they do. But I cannot rely on them, I have been made independent, by my own pseudo-abandonment. 
slap some glue,  on your shoe, catch the bus home. I know what to do.
tomorrow is a new day, a new battleground, another broken shoe  to face. 
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kpheyming · 6 years
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Wish you all a very happy Deepavali people! Today's post is dedicated to all those Deepavali mornings we all looked forward to as tiny tots. :D . . . Those were the days when Amma shook me awake In the wee hours of dawn Chiding my groaning on a festive morning Appa tickling me to death until I kick and scream but give up and wake up to the cacophonous chaos of crackers bursting Lakshmis booming in the background, 1000 walas mocking redforts for their insipid blasts, Atom bombs resounding And flashes of matthapu lingering lighting up the dawn of Deepavali. My sleepy eyes struggles to stay ajar While Amma furiously rubs tepid nalla ennai on my scalp, tempered with pepper and cumin The spices work their magic and the oil action finally jerks me to consciousness Paati paints a blood red line around my feet and toes, Nalangu I was told. A steamy bath ensues and I deck myself up in my crisp silk pavadai. Now, Deepavali is a day before my deadline. But the crimson lines painted on my feet, painted by atthai took me to a time when A little girl anxiously waited , counted the hours till evening For a house to be filled with cousins and crackers. . . #happydeepavali #indigenousindia #nostalgia #festivalsofindia #poetrygram #poetrychallenge #shypoet #poetsofinstagram #poetrycommunity #writersofinstagram #writer #30poemsin30days #30daysofpoetry #lifepoetry #loveforpoetry #octoberpoetrychallenge #octoberpoetry #octoberflc #poetry #poet #inspiration
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say-linds · 7 years
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a mission
i pull the words from my throat like a rope anchors a buoy. too heavy to stray. too light to sink.
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bring me a stone of rose quartz leaves of sage in due time i would breathe life anew into  existence. light would bring forth no impurities. light would only show its beauty. only i can see its perfection but with time- not now or soon- all will see my creation of love and purity.
DAY 29
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uncertainakash · 7 years
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The game. Rise and shine 😄🍪☕#poetrymonth #30daysofpoetry #2017
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svnning · 7 years
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Kind hearts like yours Are seeming to slowly die out more and more every day. They're such a confection, such a delight, but Everyone else tells you they don't feel like commiting to desert.
Day 1- Write a poem where each line starts with a letter from your first name, Kate (an acrostic). It can be about anything, but it should not be about you or your name.
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chronfused · 7 years
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12/30: Beaches, love it. By Julie H. Barrera (aka chronfused) 🗒 🖊 🌬 🌸 🔮 🌼 I like this one, from the #internationalpoetrymonth #30daysofpoetry #challenge I took part in during #april2017 and the last 3 Aprils actually but this is the only time it's worked so that's why I'm posting bout it so much. Link to all 30 #poems in the #chronfused #tumblr in my profile
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I told my secrets to the stars
I asked the galaxies for love
All that was whispered in return
Was a sad smile from above
My fate was written in the stardust
Long settled in the night
I held onto bitter hope
Still clinging to my fight
It is by these demons now
Through which my plight is shown
Tearing pages of old memories
A heart made to be alone
Laughter dancing through a garden
Hiding kisses under trees
A soul screams against the heartbreak
Silenced with fingertips on glistening leaves
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askaboutmyaccent · 4 years
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Abandonment/ Amy Greenfield
On the bowl of
night’s tumultuous moon;
blood-spot moon;
moon of silver shrapnel;
decapitated moon eclipsed
in a scarred dawn spilling
tears of blood trammeling
the contaminated ocean
red with madness:
If only I could run out my body;
disintegrate into
everlasting echoes hidden
inside pores of sand.
If only I could fly craving
into the suns belly.
But im enslaved inside
the body of a woman.
I walk on blades
towards the gleaming slice
of the water’s knife.
There
an exotic bird
cries sweet and strange.
I find you.
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opswaggirl · 5 years
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let's go
ice cream, toys, adventures galore
we'll fly away together, hop aboard.
no time to rest! explore the nests, of
the nature around us and far out in space.
so quick! so strong! a high-speed chase.
we run along and dive into the seas, to
a big island with one castle and many, many trees.
we save the day and find the keys!
to fly back home and tell our stories with ease.
lettuce
lettuce is kind of gross.
it reminds me of my toes -and and
sometimes it tastes like it too.
my mom puts it in my turkey and cheese sandwich
so, i pretend it's not there. i hold my nose tightly and
make a face and i throw it out. my friends go "eww!".
when i go home after a long day at school,
mommy asks if i ate my greens... i try to lie.
lettuce is kind of gross. it tastes like smelly toes!
but because of mommy's superpower,
she always knows.
wrote two poems for day 13 of #30daypoetrychallenge - "write a poem a child would like"
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jananathebanana · 6 years
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30 Days of Poetry: Day 3
I am not so starved for affection or attention, that I will sell my soul  for one chaste kiss.
I am not so weak and needing for attention, that I will give you  the emotional dependency  that you so viciously seek. 
Do not search for my holes and insecurities for I do not bare them so easily.  Do not demand from me more than you seek.
I am not quick to forgive, I do not easily forget. Burn me, and I’ll sear you, In my head, replace your memory.
I do little out of spite, I am not interested in revenge  but that does not mean, I will not bite.
I can be kind, I can be cruel,  One thing you will never see me as is weak. 
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kpheyming · 6 years
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KPH #kphpoetry #kph #somethingtosay #poetinthemaking #stagethepage #typewriterpoetry #typewriter #wordsaremyway #typewriterart #typewriterpoem #poem #poet #poetry #paperandpassion #poetsofinstagram #poetrycommunity #poetrytribe #canadianpoet #writer #writing #writeright #writersconnection #writersofinstagram #bymepoetry #wisewords #tumblr #waywordwriter #30daysofpoetry #punchdrunkpress #mondaymagic
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