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redzone posted in the group National Poetry Month
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![Profile Photo]()
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Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month
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 coverI did not expect to find
A place to call my own
I moved space and time
Wanting to find a homeThen I met you
My world became so small
All my world views
Mean nothing to me at allIf I…Read More
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Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
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
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As long as there’s breath, there’s still hope! Thank you, Curt
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PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos) posted in the group National Poetry Month
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![Profile Photo]()
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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