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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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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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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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PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos) posted in the group National Poetry Month
April 10th — The Night of Running Cats and Star Eyes
April 10th begins at dusk.
It is not a daytime day.
It belongs to the hour
when the sky bruises purple
and the first streetlamp flickers
like a nervous prophet.This is the night
when all the cats in the neighbourhood
wake up from their daylight disguises
and remember who they t…Read More![Profile Photo]()
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redzone posted in the group National Poetry Month
Love Sonnet LXXXIII
Yaraa, my love for you is
radioactive, holding a life
line of ten thousand years.
Its glow shines a path onlyyou can find, and follow. My
touch can ignite the desire
that pulsates in your blood,
and frees your heart.The world may end, civilizations
crumble, oceans dry up, the sun
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You write our thoughts so well, thank you.