Poetry
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- Written by: Vangoman/ Dan Van Fleet
- Category: Poetry
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And green the way lush holds the moss
Against the weary soil unintended
Lowering darkness swallows me down
Where man goes to die
Gravely descending foot upon the other
From common sense of light
A decent of man from god
The cave is in awe
Of me, its dinner
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- Written by: Philip
- Category: Poetry
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And at a distant time,
I could reach and touch,
Everything that means,
So much to me today,
And at a different place,
I easily forgot,
About all of the hours,
That I've wasted away,
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- Written by: quidquid
- Category: Poetry
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Observe now as
Hero turns coward
Century old pine -
Coffin or cupboard
Propane drenched moon
Flares up into Sun
There’s a nobody
Becoming someone
Pack of thug angels
Bullies meek sinner
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- Written by: ZSchick
- Category: Poetry
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Through a warm summer wind
I sat on the porch gazing out
upon the nothingness I'd been
left with and my day began,
quite certainly as I began
to unwind a thought --
I looked up to a beautiful 'scape,
a strawberry blue sky
with clouds of cotton and creme.
T'would be a greater day
it seemed, if I hadn't dreamed
this very sight before.
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- Written by: erinrhea
- Category: Poetry
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I felt real fear today,
It scared me in a very, true way,
Cause I was so uncertain,
And open,
Letting my feelings come out,
And hoping,
That someone was there,
Real and who cared,
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- Written by: Uniquely...Disfunctional
- Category: Poetry
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He said forever in a whisper traced across my ear,
Such splendor that word used to rest against-
My eyes pressed against their lids as I regain my spine
I long for the words to come back to my lips-
For the lie to quit my eyes and show truth-
Like spiders I feel his fingers crawling through my hair,
His breathe lava oozing down my face-
The pleasure of him pulling it back and drawing pain-
My back arches into him and I cannot pull away, or breathe-
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- Written by: wickedwahine_69
- Category: Poetry
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I sit.
Smoking.
Waiting for nothing in particular.
It's hot.
Sunset.
And I see a man that resembles his pets.
Red Blonde.
Two sizes.
Haha! Big and little!
I stop...
And think...
Does that mean this guy has split personalities?
Maybe?
I watch,
And they all three smile smug at me!
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- Written by: Raven
- Category: Poetry
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I.
Though I am sad and suffering
and my heart is but a second
from death
I exit the realm of my thoughts
And push aside your convention
and form
Here I am entering a state of nuclear half-death
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- Written by: erinrhea
- Category: Poetry
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It is a constant jab to the secret place inside all of us,
Once you sit in the chair and the tube is tied around your arm,
It is only the initial stick that hurts.
Once the needle is inside, the pain lessens,
And sometimes you can forget about it.
But that doesn't make the invasion into us go away.
It still haunts, anytime the tide of my mind goes to the secret place.
A smell, or laugh, or name, or place,
It seems as though you can never get away.
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- Written by: Vangoman/ Dan Van Fleet
- Category: Poetry
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The flower breaks the soil
And without toil
Reaches for the sun
But comes the moon
The cycle has begun
Seeds fall to ground
Rainbows and rainfall
The sun and moon go round
Faraway ears of corn hear
Small flowers breaking ground
The cycle again has won
As corn ears also hear
Shade has begun to fall
On a flower in the sun
Dani…7:30 a.m. today
Hot surfaces beginning to swell.
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- Written by: step2717
- Category: Poetry
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There are no separate roses, of the love, that tells the story, of the one God took to glory. There are no separate roses, of a love so strong; it threw me, before I even knew me. There are no separate roses, of the one, I stood for; so that God could bring his plans forth.
There are no separate roses, of the love that is still growing, of the one so long here goes it, that tells the story who knows it, of the love that’s ever caring, of the grace that I am sharing, there are no separate roses.
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- Written by: Daddyotom
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Another burial party is ready,
Very well trained, and oh so steady,
They obey their training to the letter,
No one could ever do it better.
They await the order, together to fire,
This time not to cause anyone to expire,
No, this time it is supposed to praise,
Their fallen comrade who the eulogy says,
