National Poetry Month

PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos)

• 5 months, 4 weeks ago

April 27th – Down, Up, Along, As If Tomorrow Didn’t Exist

April 27th begins
down the stairs,
all the way long,
each step a small surrender,
each landing a brief negotiation
between gravity and will.

It is a descent
that feels older than you,
a movement inherited
from every fall
you’ve ever survived.

But the day does not stay low…Read More

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- redzone
  5 months, 4 weeks ago
  
  Not sure I want to go inside myself that far PAR. I just might go inside so far that I see my self outside looking in. That would be a paradox, and people would say I am insane, more so than usual. So, while I enjoyed reading your poem very muchly, I think I will just sleep this 27th day of poetry away. Wake me up at 12:O1 on the 28th. (It is a…Read More
  - PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos)
    5 months, 4 weeks ago
    
    Clock is set, my friend.
redzone

• 6 months ago

Rainbow Dreams

Today, April 26th, has arrived
with a promise of color,
of something that plays in
our mind like a whisper,
like a dream.

Some dreams
are like candy apples,
sweetly coated
and soft inside;
or, like rainbows,
that rise
and fade into the sky.
And then,
there are the dreams
made of you.

Those dreams,
where your…Read More

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Fia Naturie

• 6 months ago

Not the right time

I wandered into this strange land
The beauty I have discovered
With no one to hold my hand
Only a bag and cloak to cover

I did not expect to find
A place to call my own
I moved space and time
Wanting to find a home

Then I met you
My world became so small
All my world views
Mean nothing to me at all

If I…Read More

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Willow

• 6 months ago

Break Out

do you exist in a cocoon…
locked up…buttoned down…
but never evolving?

or do you break out…
spread wings meant for flight
and soar into the night?

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- redzone
  6 months ago
  
  I wanna fly, Willow. I want to feel the wind on my face, taste the thrill of love, and why the crickets sing or the reason why words form into poetry. I may be old, but I ain’t dead yet. ;0) Cool poem Willow. -Curt
  - Willow
    5 months, 3 weeks ago
    
    As long as there’s breath, there’s still hope! Thank you, Curt
PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos)

• 6 months ago

April 26th – Water, Dust, and the Space Between Us

April 26th returns
like a remote memory,
one of those pale, trembling ones
that no longer knows
if it belongs to you
or to the air around you.

It brings back
what it was
between the two of us,
not the words,
not the gestures,
not even the moments,
but the texture of it,
the faint…Read More

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