Curly Grace

Curly Grace posted in the group National Poetry Month

• 6 months ago

Hell

Deep down in the fiery pits of hell,
war has started, if you couldn’t tell.
The burning souls are screaming,
the demons’ eyes are gleaming,
they kneel down before the devil’s throne.

He’s the one of power, giving the commands,
for each he has the devious of plans.
The red-hot flames are prancing,
as the devil starts dancing…Read More

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- PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos)
  5 months, 4 weeks ago
  
  Oh, poetry…it sounds much better in hell.
Curly Grace wrote a new post

• 6 months ago

Cup of Me

Poetry

April 21, 2026

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I am not everyone’s cup of tea and I swirl like smoke anyway. Bitter. Sweet. Thick. Thin. Honey sticky on the tongue,Milk warm on the lips. Steeped too long, spilled too fast,Loud in the mouth,Soft in the throat. Too much. Not enough. I do not bend for you.I bloom in my own cup Sipped slow, burning, pleasure and sting, Exactly as I am.

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- Christopher
  5 months, 3 weeks ago
  
  You sound delicious..!! Love that poem!
  Can I get a refill?? ☺️
Curly Grace

• 6 months ago

SPRING

Only weather, never the same,
no shape, no edge, no final form.

A current moving through the ground,
low and humming, without sound.

The earth remembers how to lean,
from winter’s weight into green.

Not arrival, only return.

The soil forgets its frozen past,
slowly breaking, vast.

Rain remembers how to fall,
not l…Read More
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• 6 months ago
Curly Grace

• 6 months ago

Excerpt from “Forever Almost”
A Poem by Curly Grace

We were diamonds once
brief
brilliant
our bodies catching the sun
every pulse a shimmer
every glance a spark
as if the world could hold us
without breaking
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