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Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
Just a Flesh Wound
just walk it off
how bad can it be?
if they have to ask…
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Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month
Torn
It’s hard to turn away
Even the thought takes effort
Knowing that this..,
This thing between you and I
Well has no real end
There was a beginning
Way back when…I should leave
I am the embodiment of the word toxic
I know my faults
My shortcomings
I know that…
Still, I cannot leaveThis thing is like a bungie cord
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Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
What Isn’t Heard
there’s a vastness…
you can’t even fathom…
a universe you can’t imagine…
within the realm of silencestories untold
realities unexpected
contemplative reflection
pain unspokeneverything locked inside a vacuum
where the wall of it…
can hold someone hostage
a victim of their own thoughtsyou can’t…Read More
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I didn’t have a choice on writing this. It’s been much on my mind of late. That deafening, heart-rending silence unheard from outside. Thank you for hearing it with me, Curt
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PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos) posted in the group National Poetry Month
Concordant Discord, Discordant Concord
April 19th wakes up
already arguing with itself.
It stretches, yawns,
and immediately disagrees
with the way the light enters the room.But then,
in a twist only April could have invented,
it agrees
to disagree
as long as the disagreement
keeps agreeing
with the deeper, quieter truth
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Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month
Peace not Granted
Oh come to me sacred peace
Unknowingly they participated
Volumes reaching levels unprecedentedOh, come to me in sweet silence
For one more vowel of consonant spoken
I will meet the judge and juryI see my end near…
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Yes, I can hear that silence. It’s the silence of a mother whose son has been cut down in a gang war or a war in a foreign country. Or the anguish of needing formula for our kids but no money to buy it. It’s the search for decent work, but not enough education to get it. Its the cries of children hiding under desk when the gunman came to school.…Read More