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Harriet-Jacqui xx posted in the group National Poetry Month
The Blue Girl *
As sole survivor in this zone, I walk up to the tanks alone,
To estimate the bodies lost, extrapolate the human cost,
Of nuclear warfare on the few, who live here in the fluid blue.
The sludge inside the first urn stinks, of rotting flesh, violets and pinks,
I wonder if, suspended here, this poor boy used to dream or…Read More![]()
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I think it goes back to the weight of the world these days. It takes so much energy to just survive…not a lot pouring into our cups. Thank you, Fia 😊
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Feels like poetic intermission… a mist of words floating about
I like the mood this invokes-
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Life is…a lot…these days. Intermission would be great, but who’s got the time? Thank you, Naaj 😊
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Powerfully penned, Willow. Excellent write that I can definitely relate to my friend. Inspiration is sometimes a bit of a process indeed. Chasing thoughts and having them slip away can be so frustrating. The life of a writer is kinda quirky when you think about it. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.
Damian
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The more we have on our the mind, the more jumbled it is up there. So polluted the words can’t find the exit. So they float around like wraiths on a stormy night. I’ll get my rhythm again. Just need a breather. Thank you, my friend 😊
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Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
Mistmind
words slip
in and out of thought
tickling inspirationthen drift…
overwhelmed by their source
they unravel
wisping away from graspprobably just as well…
takes more ink…
than currently in possession
let words refill the bottle
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redzone posted in the group National Poetry Month
Poetry Day #10
I get so lost sometimes
watching as the world burns,
as centuries of Culture and
Heritage, human lives, are destroyed
for no reason other than who
will be number one among
the billions.Our world burns,
it cries for our help, our decision
to act and honor what remains
of humanity’s decency, to cast
out the i…Read More2 Comments-
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You write our thoughts so well, thank you.
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On so many levels this so the unblemished truth. And what isn’t burning is drowning. While a pocket of corrupt haves destroy everything for the have nots…and ultimately themselves
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definitely more… crap… this touched me more than you think
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Ooo, did it now. Nice;)
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I love it when you skip the conventional, and just flow like spilt honey all over the page, Fia – encore! x
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Thank you Hjx
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Great use of words and rhymes. Awesome job here.
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Thank you ..I appreciate that Vision;))
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A sensual poem, written with the precision of a master key. Or should I say: Mistress key!
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Haha, thank you M.E;))
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Passionately penned, Fia. A very seductive write my friend. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you, Cuz.
Damian
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Oh damn! That’s some fierce wordplay there! You built that to perfection!
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“takes more ink…
than currently in possession”
I have been feeling this a lot lately.