We have no more gods left to fight
Nothing is known and
Nothing belongs
What is left of this arc but
Adoring you quietly, promising
Then promising again
Wherever it will run, don't grab it
Be it chaos, be it, maybe
The last tea of the day
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Echoes
I think about it all the time
the unresponsive fights
and all the make believes
I had to endure,
dissociated from the storm
I don't know you anymore.
Perhaps in another life
when life was much more simpler
unimaginative, black and blue
undercovered from all that was due,
strayed from what was knew
it became a life that dewed.
There was no other time
a tomb filled with all those lies
and the grace of a grave
that hole was made out of pain,
truth and lies. They became my rain
leaving out all those harsh thorns
its pierced my heart, bleeding
the lost cause dry.
My faith died that day
pushed me away,
now, I have to do it all again.
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Triolet Poem #43
Some things are better left unsaid,
but we just say it anyway.
Some words forever rest in head.
Some things are better left unsaid.
Some words are never best, instead,
try to keep that ill tongue at bay.
Some things are better left unsaid
but we just say it anyway.
"Some Words", JEP
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"Underneath the stars, we found ourselves, lost in love's embrace, as the night whispered secrets only the sky could hold."
—filmythings
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I don’t understand how just a short period of little interaction with you can leave a long lasting impact on me.
-Roxanne
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poetic’n season 🐞📕❤️
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I saw myself in you
A reflection I didn’t want to see
It kept me coming back
Just to find out more
To discover the reasons
You were just like me
Sealed and bonded
Fated to our past
Dark memories corroding
Every bit of sentiment
We had inside of us to last
I told myself it was a lie
That I could fall in love
With someone like you
Since I’ve eternally hated
Every single piece of me
And in the end it turns out
I still do.
//hate you
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perspective
living amongst artists
was at times
& only at times fun
as getting them to do
anything except the drinking
smoking & fucking
each other/anybody sentient
required patience
endless patience
so often I’d hear
I’m getting myself ready
I will get round to it
their thinking time
seemed endless
because of course
the things above
were necessary
needed doing first
& just to round all that off
they didn’t like
my work my style
pace of work
which was fair
as most times
I felt that about their
drawings paintings
dreary daubs
perspective
will do that to you
neil benbow
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A goodbye
I once held a dream,
a dream ; so vivid,
a dream ; I shared with him,
It all fell apart into tiny pieces.
I had my hardest goodbye.
The end of romance bells tolled.
I cried my heart out.
A love that ended.
Maybe we weren't meant to be?
Listening to our favorite song,
I gasp for air.
I reminisce ;
Pure moments of bliss,
tender kisses and warm hugs.
our fingers entwined,
eyes that shined bright,
souls that merged together,
wanting to stay and never apart.
A love that ended.
Maybe we weren't meant to be?
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I sing of soft longings
On a local radio
In fog
Love used to unveil
Come back in the afternoon
With the manufactured
Most honest joy
First steps into paradise
Last ones before the world came together
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One summer's day
If there comes a day
when words aren’t strong
know that my heart still longs on,
your youthful face
still haunts me to this day
a smile, made this world okay
broke through, left things undone.
All I wanted in those moments
was to fall in your arms
seek the comfort my reins denied
let you hold me
till the sun dies,
but soon those dreams fades
the mind wakes up
and I am left in this reality alone
seeking for the day
that you’ll come back to me
on one summer’s day.
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Triolet Poem #14
They say that nice guys finish last.
That's why I will never be first.
'Twas a myth to me in the past;
they say that nice guys finish last.
Please kill me now and make it fast.
I've already gone through the worst.
They say that nice guys finish last.
That's why I will never be first.
"Finish Last", JEP
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Such a beautiful lily flower I see blowing in the wind. She thinks she blends in with the mix but little does she know he thinks she stands out quite a bit.
Oh, she’s definitely the one he’ll pick.
Little lily flower, you may think you’ve been picked and discarded by the previous which leads you to feel as if you’re wilted and unwatered, but my beautiful lily you must be repotted because to me you’ll never be forgotten.
Oh, my sweet lily you will only forever blossom.
I will tend to my garden you’re in as if it is the garden of Eden. You’re sacred with such an intoxicating fragrance.
Wherever I go, I’m followed by the comforting silhouette of your remnants.
My lovely lily, you are life itself;
Fragile yet so beautiful.
You’ve taught me the importance of life, we may be poked by others thorns but that will never remove the vibrancy of our petals.
Little lily of mine, I pick you.
Whatever color you are or may become, I take you as you come.
So, Let me see you blossom.
Signed,
ThoseMeaningfulWords.
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You will always own my heart
And someday, this too will
be just another history
And I too, will fade in the
background of your story
But you will remain in the
forefront of my heart’s
memory
-Roxanne
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🧚🏼♂️🩵
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And just like the autumn
You passed right through me
All the vibrancy, the color
The smell of promise in the air
Embraced by the longing
To breathe again, to love again..
Falling, falling
A leaf drifting in the wind
Landing on the ground
Surrounded by the masses
To lay rotting, decaying
Waiting to be buried
To be forgotten
//decay
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