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blogbyher · 1 year
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I hope my heart ends up in soft hands when it decides to love again.
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yulia-inferis · 5 days
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Kissing Kissies All Over You
Baby boo, I'm kissing you  
Kissing kissies all over you  
Baby boo, I'm licking you  
Hee hee haa Haa hee hee who  
Then I sneeze, achoo achoo  
Baby boo, what did I just do?  
Now you're covered in my goo  
Oh no, this poem took a wrong cue  
Now I'm feeling quite taboo  
Sorry, babe, I didn't mean to do
But I guess that's the end of our cutsie muse
Goodbye, my love, I bid adieu 
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i was writing poems every night gave them to him in cozy light and he thanked me with the biggest diss "Do I really have to read all of this?"
-multasuntcausaebibendi (poem: "i'm too much")
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my poetry book „and finally I’ve found peace“ is available on amazon🤍🌞⬇️⬇️
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"Stone Stories"
a poem by Tuur Verheyde
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Star Dreams v1
Orpheus Sings Collection: brining short stories & poetry to life Check us out! Amazon Instagram YouTube FaceBook
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getcareless · 1 year
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The Temple
I saw a temple up on a hill (there was snow, there was a chill).
I went inside where it was dark (I could swear the air was still).
The wind blew in - upon my will (it carried voices as they spill).
I breathed it all into my heart (into my lungs the laughter trills).
All the voices cheer and harp (I felt you grow from the start)
They knew I loved you hard (they knew my love was sharp).
I’ll go with them, yeah, I’ll go far (they’re with us wherever we are).
JP
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thepurplepoesy · 3 months
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I bring so much destruction to myself
That all I'm left with is a 'home of ruins'
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There's an unbearable emptiness inside me. So heavy that I clench my fists as I feel my ribs break. An outburst of something causes my veins to rupture, and my mouth begins to bleed. Worn-out, I look at the graves in my heart, and I wonder, which secret have I left uncovered today? Which loss did I forget to mourn?
Sabina Yesmin
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poniadeaur · 27 days
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Would you rather be the poet or the poem?
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asonnetrhapsody · 3 months
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A Sonnet Rhapsody
A Sonnet Rhapsody Check us out! Amazon Instagram YouTube FaceBook
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davidplantinga · 3 months
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Not only do city buses bounce and rattle, the seats are really hard.
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unpolished-ink · 3 months
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deaverypriest · 11 months
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Poets are dangerous.
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poemsbyjonna · 5 months
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The black swan
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The black swan steps out in her feathers of coal.
Stretching her neck, letting wings unfold.
The white swan is dead, she is no more to be.
She lies slain next to the willowtree.
Gone is the sweet and innocent bird.
Cries from dreamland where no sound is heard.
She's replaced by her twin's wicked dance on the fjord.
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Here's a mix of folklore and eco-poetry. Keep an eye out for more of this; it's kinda my new vibe. ;)
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