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[poetrythreesixfive]

Early Risers

The daffodils sprang in December

while winter was barely new;

the earliest I can remember,

the daffodils sprang in December,

they had only decayed in September

when the summer was scarcely through;

the daffodils sprang in December

while winter was barely new.

-GeorgeFilip

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[methodicalmessenger]

She told me, "I am learning to accept the cost of operating differently."

And I thought to myself, "-as majestic as we are, how do they do it..? How do they convince us otherwise?"

We're told Our gifts are curses..

We're sold curses, that we give as gifts..

We work in shifts and sew our lips

Sown by our lips, and working, shifts

Blow out Your flame and sell You bulbs

Bulbous You, sold out, flame blown..

Grass fire, mass mire

Mass admiration is new goals

As told by fools..

Paying high interest rates on the Tools of Mass Construction we lease from our masters

As we build toward our own end

▪︎ THE Methodical Messenger

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[mysticalwizardlover]

Moon drunk monster,

Moon drunk monster,

Beautiful and strange,

Howl your melancholy question,

And tell me what you dread the most,

The eco or the answer....

Not scared of the horrors,

The dark threats around you,

Afraid by the dark thing,

That sleeps inside you....

Holding in the darkness,

All your clouds are raining inside you,

The moon has taught you ,

There is beauty in the darkness,

Even when you are not whole,

It's still you...

- Samita Yadav

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[lorienfae]

Rain splatters hypnotize the window. I soothe

the gloom within a candle flame,

softly flickering

in the quiet of now. Endeavoring

to stave off the storm

in however a tiny glimmer of serenity,

to subsist on the single flame

and rain's chanting.

If only it were as easy

to chant away the evils

by a means of a simple incantation.

If only...

©️ Anna S., 2020

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[kiminfunkoland]

Miraquill / dreamersneverlearn

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[sparrow-poems]

The Road Not Taken

BY ROBERT FROST

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I and I-

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made, has made all the difference.

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“The Road Not Taken” Summary

• The speaker, walking through a forest whose leaves have turned yellow in autumn, comes to a fork in the road. The speaker, regretting that he or she is unable to travel by both roads (since he or she is, after all, just one person), stands at the fork in the road for a long time and tries to see where one of the paths leads. However, the speaker can't see very far because the forest is dense and the road is not straight.

The speaker takes the other path, judging it to be just as good a choice as the first, and supposing that it may even be the better option of the two, since it is grassy and looks less worn than the other path. Though, now that the speaker has actually walked on the second road, he or she thinks that in reality the two roads must have been more or less equally worn-in.

Reinforcing this statement, the speaker recalls that both roads were covered in leaves, which had not yet been turned black by foot traffic. The speaker exclaims that he or she is in fact just saving the first road, and will travel it at a later date, but then immediately contradicts him or herself with the acknowledgement that, in life, one road tends to lead onward to another, so it's therefore unlikely that he or she will ever actually get a chance to return to that first road.

The speaker imagines him or herself in the distant future, recounting, with a sigh, the story of making the choice of which road to take. Speaking as though looking back on his or her life from the future, the speaker states that he or she was faced with a choice between two roads and chose to take the road that was less traveled, and the consequences of that decision have made all the difference in his or her life.

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[interstellaravatars]

Interdimensional Travelers

Verse 1

I am the solitary maiden

Of the stars...............until you.

I dance to bring forth

Light encoded filiments

To this realm

From another.

Egyptian Pharohs, they greet me sweetly

With proteon eyes of stars

And amber hearts of gold

In a place somewhere lost in time.

These ancient relics

Live within my heart, my mind and my body

Interstellar Angels of warm light

Dance graciously

As I dream in color.

*Chorus*

Interdimensional travelers

Riding the light and sound

To higher planes of elegant existences

Interdimensional travelers flying high

Interdimensional travelers......

Verse 2

As we dance beneath the moonlight

Our fire hearts grow higher

Our bodies now crystalline

Made of pure light

Moving from the fourth to the fifth

And higher we go

This Alchemical process

Leads to sacred vows

Surrendering to sanctity.

Your love lives inside of

My hearts garden.

This Divine Intervention mingles

It grows and blossoms

With each golden breath we take in

And give out

Neutralizing all on its path

Bringing all on its course of existence

Back to balance

*Chorus*

Interdimensional travelers

Riding the light and sound

To higher planes of elegant existences

Interdimensional travelers flying high

Interdimensional travelers......

They live within my body.

©Daiden Ahern

Artist Unknown, please let me know if anyone knows who created this. Thanks

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[which-craft-me]

☺️

Made a plan

Jules I am

My man and me

Gonna be carefree

No more exasperating

Happy and less complaining

The future is gonna be so good

More agreeing and less understood

I can’t wait for this been too long

Nothing I will let go wrong

Realised my mums legacy

Is to have fun and go crazy

Bring it on I can’t wait

No need to hesitate

Gonna be best days ever

Oh my god hope it lasts forever

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[fallensyren-blog]

Madness.

I saw Madness. It crept into the room and stared at me. It waited in restless silence. Waiting for me to see it was here to stay. I saw Madness. Staring at me from my own reflection.

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[pppppronin]

[I AM THE POET]

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I am the knowledge.         I am the test.

I am the champion.           I am the best.

-

I am the warrior.          I am the fighter.

I am the instigator.       I am the igniter.

 -

I am the burning.          I am the pyre.

I am the cauldron.                I am the fire.

 -

I am the rocket.          I am the missile.

I am the sword.            I am the thistle.

-

I am the pain.              I am the sting.

I am the lion.                      I am the king.

-

I am the royal.                 I am the regal.

I am the flight.                 I am the eagle.

-

I am the wolf.                  I am the leader.

I am the alpha.                 I am the feeder.

-

I am the freeBird.            I am the infidel.

I am the renegade.            I am the rebel.

-

I am the beauty.               I am the tin-can.

I am the walrus.            I am the eggman.

                    Ku-Ku-CAChoo

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BY Ronin Kieran

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[poetrythreesixfive]

Retreat

When humans disappoint me,

I find my way outside

among the tall and shady pines

where isolation hides.

The dangers of the downfall,

a threat of tooth and claw,

where every errant step you take

rebukes you, pained and raw.

No pretense of the handshake,

no practice by the book,

no judgment for the words you say

or how they way you look.

Just wind and sky and water,

just stone and cold returns,

a classroom where the man

with zero expectations learns.

So when the sweetness sours

and life turns cold and stale,

don’t seek me in the busy streets;

you’ll find me on the trail.

-GeorgeFilip

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[crimsonwoods]

One-fine-day

To that one fine day,

when I once again felt so alive,

so lively

Intrigued by your selfless beauty

your charm, your love

which was pure and is still.

I would wake up

and sit by the window

next to you knitting my endless promises.

For the terrible loner, I was!

Perhaps I was scared.

Scared of who knows what

might just walk into my life

There was so much going on

in my clueless mind.

What if that ....? Oh, well ....

Ahh, it was so difficult to recollect

until I heard something

clear as crystal

I heard my deepest fears

as they whispered clandestinely.

Let your guards down

And show your vulnerable

I will be there to always protect you.

I will protect you!

I will protect you!

Don't you look back.

Pal it's your time.

You need to feel it

See it

Embrace it

For what it is.

What your life holds for you in there.

Its something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.

And you will know what it means. - I wrote

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[sojc123]

"Discovery is Wealth" is today's poem. #poem #poems #poet #poets #poetry #poetrycommunity #writing #words #writ #writers #poetryisnotdead🙈 #poemsoftumblr #poetsontumbler #poemcummunity #poemstranscend #livelikeapoet #writingstuff #literaturelover #literature #poetrylives

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[lorienfae]

* * *

Ceremony of sound

Carried out by the orchestra

Of crickets, tickets

Made of lacewing fly wings

And cobweb threads flyaway

In the air; you walk

Ever so lightly

Bathed in the moon's grace,

As an owl sounds its approval,

Forsaking its promise to forever

Hold its silence

On these matters...

Carryaway shadows obscure

Monstrocities of sin,

Ostracized spirits keening

In the decrepit corners of being,

Marooned in despair and darkness,

Manacled in doom.

You become airborne

In woven emotions, nocturnal

Scents tantalizing your breath,

Reverent idolization of Luna

Tingeing your cheeks,

A serenade

Within the glade, celestial songs.

To the stars, ad astra, find your way,

And the heart replies

In a rising staccato of "yes, yes, yes."

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[kiminfunkoland]

miraquill / dreamersneverlearn

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[sparrow-poems]

She Walks in Beauty

BY LORD BYRON (GEORGE GORDON)

She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that’s best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes;

Thus mellowed to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impaired the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress,

Or softly lightens o’er her face;

Where thoughts serenely sweet express,

How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent!

"She Walks in Beauty" is a famous poem by British Romantic poet Lord Byron, first published in 1815. The poem praises and seeks to capture a sense of the beauty of a particular woman. The speaker compares this woman to a lovely night with a clear starry sky, and goes on to convey her beauty as a harmonious "meeting" between darkness and light. After its discussion of physical attractiveness, the poem then portrays this outer beauty as representative of inner goodness and virtue.

“She Walks in Beauty” Summary

•The speaker compares a beautiful woman—who is walking—to a clear night sky full of bright stars. The finest light and darkness come together in harmony in this woman's appearance, particularly within her eyes. This gentle and delicate play of light is heavenly—indeed, heaven usually refuses to grant this supernatural light to the showy daytime.

A touch more shade or even one ray of light would have greatly diminished the woman's beauty. This beauty, which is hard to put into words, shows itself in every strand of the woman's hair, and gently falls on her face. Her sweet, angelic emotions play out on her face, revealing how pure and precious this woman is.

On the woman's cheek and forehead—softly and calmly, but noticeably—appear winning smiles and a glowing skin tone. These features reveal that the woman spends her days virtuously, that she possesses a peaceful mind, and that she has an innocent, loving heart.

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