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Curly Grace posted in the group National Poetry Month
The Pull
There’s a gravity to you,
quiet, irresistible,
the kind that pulls
without touching.But when you do touch,
the night folds around us
like silk caught in a fist.Your voice at my ear
undoes me faster
than the heat of your mouth
on my shoulder.I fall into wanting,
into you.© 2025
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redzone posted in the group National Poetry Month
Endings and Beginnings
It was April 28th, a Tuesday, situated
two days closer to May. Something
unclear, vague, shifted just beyond
my sight.Perhaps it was my over worked
imagination, a mind focused
entirely on the abstraction of
reality, or the discord of a
symphony that was playing
in my head.Perhaps it was due to…Read More
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First, Thank You, Fia. I’m glad you liked this poem. Second, I am not sure it’s a ‘song’. I think to make it a song there would have to be a lot of editing, along with some experimentation. I am not sure I would know how to do this. The poem was written as I was listening to this Bonnie Raitt song, so besides quoting some of the lines found in that song, I think some of the rhythm of the song did find its way into the poem. But to be truthful, this was more an accident than intended.
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redzone posted in the group National Poetry Month
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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 - Load More Posts
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Is this a song? It’s cool. I like it