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felloko · 2 months
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You're holding a firefly through the night
Your life is short
But you make pitch black a little brighter
You're not sure how long your firefly will last in the cold or in the hot
Your worrying makes time pass way slower
But you make pitch black a little brighter
You shine your light across the pitch black woods or meadows
You see other people with their fireflies
Some brighter than yours
Some dimmer than yours
Others with no firefly at all
But their light shines somewhere in their eyes
You smile as you look at at them all
No matter how small their smiles are
You lighten the ones that don't have one
For a little while
Then you return to the light that you've made on your own
In your little house on a prairie
Or your cabin in the woods
Even in the houses where you feel locked up from the the real life
Or your apartment where everyone builds the big lights in their life
Always make sure your firefly doesn't die too early in your day
"The Firefly"
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p-s-smith-author · 3 months
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The Path 
A link to one of my poems. 
The Path 
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perfection-is-odd · 1 year
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When the night is young,
Why is it so dark?
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emotten · 11 months
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Down to my bones
I know that I am 
Yours forever,
And even when
Those bones are dust
My soul will continue 
To whisper to yours,
“I love you.”
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halberdierminister · 2 years
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I have four poetry chapbooks out right now, plus a fifth one on the way! You can buy them at bit.ly/briggsbooks or on most online retailers! ... A Few Too Many Words About Me And You 🎼8 poems about love and music (and the fallout from both)♥️ ... Speak Easier 🎙8 poems about poetry and anxiety (and finding a place to belong)🌃 ... Chain Reactions 🕑every poem I had published in The Catalyst Creative Journal from 2009-2014🌌 ... Searching for the Words 🧲19 pocket-sized magnet poems about what draws us to each other🧑‍🤝‍🧑 ... Look forward to more from David M. Briggs and Halberd Books soon! ... #poetry #poems #chapbook #chapbooks #books #book #bookstagram #paperback #paperbacks #magnetpoems #magneticpoetry #mybooks #amwriting #amediting #amwritingpoetry #afewtoomanywordsaboutmeandyou #speakeasier #chainreactions #searchingforthewords https://www.instagram.com/p/CgyF2j5AF-4/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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mjaimesserrano · 1 year
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Happy Friday!!! and Complete
Artwork created by MJS using the Dream App Complete Touch my soul with the unspoken words that make me whole. Eternity is calling. Artwork created by MJS using the Dream App Completo Toca mi alma con las palabras tácitas que me hacen completo. La eternidad está llamando.
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author-ml-mckenzie · 1 year
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They Are Real To Me
An original poem 
You say that they are not real You say that they are made up
But what you do not realize Is that they are more than that more than what you think they are
They are the friends that I never had The family that I made myself Souvenirs of a journey Memories of a time gone by 
My transports to another place My guides to another world My defenders of unknown threats My teammates in battle My most trusted advisors  My friends by my side 
They have helped me through my greatest struggles, Helped me through the worst of time, They have told me that I am not alone, When I felt the most alone that I had ever been
They are my closest confidants My found family My loyalist allies  My desirable enemies  And my secret keepers 
They have me guidance,  When I had no sense of direction They told me where to go  When I felt lost,  And were a friend to me When I needed a friend the most 
They are more than what you think,  They are not only a figment of imagination They are not made up, They are real to me. They are so much more than what you think And they are so much more than what you could imagine. 
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bridgetbeswick · 2 years
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Finality
'Finality' - my final poem in this weekly series but hopefully not my final poem.
For an audio-visual experience of this poem, see below: Where are the lines that I need right now, stuck in the moments slipping through my fingers. * Like the final chapter in a favourite book, I see if I can read one word at a time, stretch this part for as long as it has taken to get here. * Although this has ended, the end makes way for something new. * The final…
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I have opened
A doorway
I always knew
Was there
But never knew
How to find -
I wonder
If it happened
In my dreams
If my not-hands
Clawed at
Ivy or
Maybe
Barbed wire
And - bloody,
Broken
Found
What they'd
Been looking for
All along.
"The Right Doorway" by R. K. Fisher, copyright 2022
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sophieakatz · 2 years
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I reached a year-long streak on @daily_prompt the other day! It’s good to keep my writing chops active no matter what I’m doing with my time. #writersofinstagram #poetry #writer #writerscommunity #writers #writerslife #writersofig #writersofinsta #writersofinstagrampoetry #poet #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poetsofig #nature #bird #fish #naturepoetry #amwriting #amwritingpoetry #poetrylovers #poetryisnotdead #poetryofinstagram #poetryofig https://www.instagram.com/p/CfaKaLHMHKl/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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I keep trying to run from the memories, from the person I hoped you would be because the truth is I fell for a boy disguised as a man that didn’t know that his girl had to be let down slowly before he ran away, so he left her standing on the corner, wishing on a cloud of dust that he might come back for her when the sun set again.
You’ve probably reinvented yourself a million times by now because it’s been years since I last saw you and you don’t seem to want to know me anymore, and you pay more attention to my sister than you ever did to me. But we had ourselves convinced, in some tiny corner of our hearts, that whatever chemistry we had had the power to turn into something real. You told me that was what you wanted for a minute. But I’ve stopped trying to convince myself that that was true. Because that’s not what you tell everyone else. It’s not the story you’ve decided to keep tucked in the back corner of your mind for a rainy day, when the world is crashing down around you and you need a five-minute remnant of that summer to get you through the night without tearing yourself apart.
Sometimes I turn down your street or I close my eyes And play the song we listened to time and time again, arms wrapped around my waist; lips pressed against mine as I drink in the taste of weed and Svedka, just a sip or two to forget the pain she heaped onto your shoulders without a second thought. I remember those nights we spent waiting for the shift to end, your hands traveling all over my body as your lips pressed against mine and the minutes passed more quickly than either of us wanted them to.
-The boy I'd break clocks for.
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serlinarose · 2 years
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✍🏽6 poetic verse by @serlinarose published in 📚: An Anthology of Greatest Motivational Articles, Short Stories & Poems. Compiled by Dr. Chandresh Kumar Chhatlani Listed among other writers, as the 14th co-author in this anthology.😊 🤝🏽✍🏽 #motivationalarticles #motivationalshortstories #motivationalpoetry #poetry #books #published #indiancompiler #drchandresh #chandreshchhatlani #anthology #coauthorproject #coauthors #serlinarose #SerlinaRose767 #dominicanwriter #coauthor #participant #dominicapoet #amwriting #amwritingpoetry (at Serlina Rose Authoress) https://www.instagram.com/p/CeBNjSIr4cA/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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p-s-smith-author · 5 months
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Anthology
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perfection-is-odd · 1 year
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When the stars align
I know that I’m alive
Just sleeping.
Dreaming, fast forward somewhere
Keeping me up until the morning.
I suppose I teleported here.
And then Im kept awake by the birds,
they always sing.
Even on Monday’s.
Perhaps,
It’s not a bad day in this lived in home.
Perhaps,
I am just sleeping, and tomorrows gold.
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emotten · 1 year
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In your whiskey eyes,
I can drown my insecurities
As you see me like
I’ve never been seen before.
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