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NAVINA posted in the group National Poetry Month
A STORM’S MIMIC EMOTIONS
Why does it rain?
When I’m sad?
Does it feel my pain?
When things go bad?How can it last long?
I’m still crying
When will it be gone?
The outside is pouring.Where is the sun?
To feel better
I just wanna go out and run
Even with this dark weatherI try to smile a bit
And when I do
I see the r…Read More2 Comments -
PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos) posted in the group National Poetry Month
The Day of Empty Skulls and Full Time
April 7th rises
not like a dawn
but like a curtain being pulled back
on a stage that has been waiting
for centuries.It is the day of empty skulls,
not dead,
not forgotten,
just hollowed clean
by the slow, patient erosion
of everything that once mattered
too much.These skulls are not…Read More
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Curly Grace posted in the group National Poetry Month
Dust Before the Storm
The warning didn’t come
with sirens or lights.It came quietly,
a shift in the air,
a stillness settling
like dust before a storm.The horses grew restless,
pacing the fence line,
ears toward something
I could not yet see.Even the cows
lifted their heads,
watching the horizon
as if it held
an answer I…Read More2 Comments -
redzone posted in the group National Poetry Month
Diversity
Being a city boy
with Native roots,
I have always loved the feel
of cool, dew-laden grass
licking my toes;
the scent of pine needles
on the forest floor;
the way a blue butterfly
will sometimes land
on your outstretched hand.
As I wrap all these thoughts
inside my heart,
I begin to see the balance of life.
We are, all of…Read More3 Comments-
Very good…. I love this part the way a blue butterfly
will sometimes land
on your outstretched hand.
As I wrap all these thoughts… A beautiful metaphor.. like if a butterfly can sense our thoughts . I do feel they sense those things too. Nice work… Keep it up-
Thanks Navina, I am glad you found this poem enjoyable. It means a lot and I appreciate your comment
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Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
Backsliding into Hell
inches to miles
look how far we’ve fallen
never perfect but better than this
they’re rewriting what they aren’t erasing
stacking the deck in their favor
throw another log on the firesome say he’s crazy
and they’re probably right
but crazy can still be evil as well
and nobody’s stopping his actions
what does…Read More6 Comments-
Willow, day 6 of poetry month and your words contain fire!!! I have extra matches in case they are needed. -Curt
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”Your words feel like a cold wind. In my world, it rains when I’m sad, and I can feel the ‘inhumanity’ you’re talking about. If your world is burning, maybe my storm can help put out the flames. We’re both just trying to find some warmth in the dark.”
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It does feel that way when I am sad. It’s like it wants to cry for me. Lovely