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Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
Glass Houses and Crusaders
listen
I’m not angry
I know you mean well
but I need to set one thing straight
I don’t need anyone charging in
trying to save my day
swinging a shiny sword
astride a big white horse
not when I’m already taking action
I fight my own battles
mop my own damn floors
like that knight ever on a crusade
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PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos) posted in the group National Poetry Month
The Lurker and the Birthday That Won’t Die
April 29th begins with the quiet truth
that life is a lurker.
It hides behind doors,
peeks through curtains,
waits in the corners
where the light forgets to reach.It watches you
with the patience
of something that knows
you’ll eventually turn around.And then,
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Curly Grace posted in the group National Poetry Month
The Pull
There’s a gravity to you,
quiet, irresistible,
the kind that pulls
without touching.But when you do touch,
the night folds around us
like silk caught in a fist.Your voice at my ear
undoes me faster
than the heat of your mouth
on my shoulder.I fall into wanting,
into you.© 2025
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redzone posted in the group National Poetry Month
Endings and Beginnings
It was April 28th, a Tuesday, situated
two days closer to May. Something
unclear, vague, shifted just beyond
my sight.Perhaps it was my over worked
imagination, a mind focused
entirely on the abstraction of
reality, or the discord of a
symphony that was playing
in my head.Perhaps it was due to…Read More
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Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
Depends What Matters…
I don’t know if it’s a society thing…
or what
but this standard that directs us to follow a specified path
you meet…you marry…pop out a few kids
never forgetting the coveted white picket fenceI have a question…
what if that pattern…
isn’t really one size fits all…I think of all the miserable…Read More
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I fear that we’re rapidly approaching that time when women and those of color have few rights again. The number of bumper stickers I’ve seen with “Make women property again” make me sick. And this country is terrifying me more every day. It’s time for big change indeed. Thank you, Curt
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Hi Willow, you have packed a lot into your poem. At its heart is the recognition of individuality, as opposed to individualism. We arrive in many different shapes and colors as well as temperaments. For me, it is a social matter, the traditions that arise out of society based on oppression, of class and social distinction and hierarchy, that…Read More