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Fia Naturie wrote a new post

• 5 months ago

The Land

Poetry

April 2, 2026

6

I was told this was home I was given it on silver plater They fail to tell me that I would have to steal it Words written on paper was crafted beautifully Penmanship to die for That was it… The hidden message To die ...

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- Atticus Abbey
  5 months ago
  
  Simple…but so emotional. Good one, Fia.
  - Fia Naturie
    5 months ago
    
    Thank you , Atticus;))
- Visions_of_Insanity
  5 months ago
  
  A wonderful piece of poetry Fia. This one hits home, literally.
  - Fia Naturie
    5 months ago
    
    Thank you, Vision;))
- Willow
  5 months ago
  
  Yeah…so much said in this. My daughter talks of not belonging anywhere. She’s not Mexican enough for that side of her genealogy and not white enough for the other. Never accepted in either. This cataloging of labels in a stolen land is mind boggling and saddening to me
- Damian DeadLove
  5 months ago
  
  Powerfully penned, Fia. This excellent write tells it like it is my friend. Amazingly done as always. Appreciate you, cuz.
  
  Damian
Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month

• 5 months ago

My Land

I was told this was home
I was given it on silver plater
They fail to tell me that I would have to steal it

Words written on paper was crafted beautifully
Penmanship to die for
That was it…
The hidden message

To die for

I can not take what is not mine
Can land really be mine
The oil and coal pillage from m…Read More

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- redzone
  5 months ago
  
  In Indigenous culture and belief, no one owns the land, we inherit it and are part of it and must share and protect it, leaving it in better shape for future generations. I think this is a much better culture, belief, and morality than what we have in today’s world. I like your poem because it points to this kind of understanding. A very fitting…Read More
  - Fia Naturie
    5 months ago
    
    Thank you Curtis;))
Curly Grace posted in the group National Poetry Month

• 5 months ago

Echoes in Quiet Corners

Madness
in the quiet corners
of my skin,
a current of heat
beneath words,
beneath breath.

It winds
around me
like a labyrinth:
walls soft,
shadowed,
doors whisper
echoes.

Still,
I do not follow.

I gather
myself
from the noise,
from storms
brushing
against my name,
and cradle
the ember
that…Read More

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• 5 months ago

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Sappho (Elke) wrote a new post

• 5 months ago

Interference

Poetry, Romance

April 1, 2026

8

We are embers of the same flameOur souls are one and the sameWe are the two sides of the same coin To one perfect union we joinI know when you are sad and weakBecause a tear rolls down my cheekYou...

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7 Comments
- Tim
  5 months ago
  
  Nice one Elke. No forced rhymes here, which I always appreciate. Just a heart speaking out and looking for an answer.
  - Sappho (Elke)
    4 months, 4 weeks ago
    
    So glad that you like it, dear Tim . My gratitude for your wonderful comment! 🙏🏼
- Backdeckbenny (Peter)
  5 months ago
  
  Just lovely Elke 🙏
  - Sappho (Elke)
    4 months, 4 weeks ago
    
    Thanks a lot, dear Peter! xo
- Damian DeadLove
  5 months ago
  
  Beautifully penned, Elke. This is an excellent write my friend. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.
  
  Damian
  - Sappho (Elke)
    4 months, 4 weeks ago
    
    Thank you very much, dear Damian! Your comments always fill my heart with sunshine! ☺️
- Sappho (Elke)
  4 months, 4 weeks ago
  
  Thank you so much for your awesome comments and your appreciation, my friend! xoxo
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