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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
and soar into the night?![Profile Photo]()
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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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Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month
Silence
Sit in silence
Watch and observe
They tell you things that are unspoken
As they are speakingHidden truths
Covered in a blanket of lie’s
Design to confusePracticed smiles
Paired with dead eyes
You wait…Wait to see what’s the hook
What’s the product
What’s the goalThere is only one purpose
When you approach…Read More![Profile Photo]()
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redzone posted in the group National Poetry Month
Once: No Going Back
It’s the 25th day of Poetry Month,
and this must be said
with the honesty of reality.There was hope once,
it flowed easily
from Summer’s green fields
strewn with wildflowers,
to Winter’s white,
with snowflakes of individuality.
But, it was a false hope,
one seen through illusion’s eye.
A lie,
told over and ove…Read More![Profile Photo]()
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But will they steer humanity to take the right course of action? Nice piece
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Yes, Fia, that is the question isn’t it.
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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