National Poetry Month

Fia Naturie

• 6 months, 3 weeks ago

I was made for you

What do I do
When no other can deliver
What you do
I was created especially for you

I don’t care what they say
I never did anyway

Come to me…

Your the one I choose
Honestly it can only be you
No other will do
No one knows my body like you

Come and kiss me greedily
As though this must last for an e…Read More

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- redzone
  6 months, 3 weeks ago
  
  WHOA!!! Fia, I can feel the heat all the way over here… poetry month just got a little more…. er… what’s the word…. enticing. -Curt
  - Fia Naturie
    6 months, 3 weeks ago
    
    Well..it’s supposed to be fun. Thank you 😊
PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos)

• 6 months, 3 weeks ago

For the Woman I Love and the Men I Adore

The 6th arrives
with a softness I did not authorize.
It walks in barefoot,
carrying the woman I love
in the palm of its hand
so much,
too much,
more than any day
should be allowed to hold.

She stands there,
quiet as a vow,
loud as a heartbeat,
and April 6th bows to her
as if she were the…Read More

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Harriet-Jacqui xx

• 6 months, 3 weeks ago

State of Mind:

Dear Danny,
I sit alone behind these grey concrete walls, wondering if the Police really know it all?
Craving just a little male affection when all I seem to get is your rejection?
Write me letters, pick up the phone, need your sweetness, so sick of living here on my own.
I loved you, baby, you loved me, said I loved ya, it…Read More

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Curly Grace

• 6 months, 3 weeks ago

Unraveling

I watched the thread,
slip from my fingers,
cold as steel.

I couldn’t hold the end,
or trace the start.

Like a shadow in alleys,
following the hunt,
its shadow in my chest,
too swift to name.

I watched the thread
through the silence.

You can only sense
when nothing stirs.

I felt tremors pulse
through skin, t…Read More

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1 Comment
- Willow
  6 months, 3 weeks ago
  
  I was just thinking the other day of all the ways of saying and meanings for unravel. This is a potent expression of it 😊
redzone

• 6 months, 3 weeks ago

April Poetry #5

April 5 is just another day
in a year already a fourth
of its life gone. But this day
has no song, unless you want
to count the rhythm and noise
of imperial bombs sent by
the “shining light on top of
the hill”, who has always promised
the grave and the slave. April 5,
just another day where they
say all this hor…Read More

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- Willow
  6 months, 3 weeks ago
  
  I was thinking this morning about that phrase march to the beat of your own drum. But the noise of the world is so loud these days it’s difficult to hear it. Those last lines…damn!
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