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redzone posted in the group National Poetry Month
IN SEARCH OF CONSCIOUSNESS
I want to hear the sky speak
of birds flying,
of being blue.
Hear of the Sun’s solar flares
and its encompassing heat.
I want to hear the sky mention
the Earth’s crying rivers
sing the songs of understanding.
So why do they want me
Comatose?
Insane?
Confused about where
we have come from?
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Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
he knows the sound of my breath
as it catches
hovering over his words
like a hummingbird
imbibing
on the intoxicating nectar
of his expression4 Comments-
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It is special when someone Knows and Sees you.
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Truly 😊
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Beautiful: short, simple, and beautiful. HJx
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Thank you 😊
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PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos) posted in the group National Poetry Month
On April 2nd, When All Lies Lose Their Nerve
No lie, not even the elegant ones,
survives the arrival of April 2nd.
It comes in quietly,
feverish but polite,
like someone who knocks softly
before rearranging all the furniture in your mind.Yesterday’s mischief still clings to the air,
smelling faintly of banana peel bravado
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twofiftythree posted in the group National Poetry Month
the willin fool
you place the blade
in my hand
and somethin in your voice
makes it feel right
somethin given just to me
b/c I earned itand I…
dumb enough to believe you…
hold it careful
watchin the light settle
along the surface
before bringin it to my mouth
slow
draggin my tongue
along the edge
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Curly Grace posted in the group National Poetry Month
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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Questions! Questions! Questions! Brilliantly posed, HJx