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Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
Shadow Haunting
don’t look at her
she’s not at her best just now
it isn’t the disheveled hair
or the worn out sweats she’s wearing
but if you study her appearance
you’ll see the struggle in her bearingin the way her eyes slide sideways
a magnetic repulsion effect
slipping away from any chance meeting
guarded…
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It’s such a dichotomy….needing to be seen but wanting to disappear. At times it’s simultaneous. We are such complicated creatures. Thank you, Curt
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PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos) posted in the group National Poetry Month
April 21st – The Corner Where the Wind Recites Salt
April 21st is not before.
It is not after.
It is the day that stands sideways
to the rest of the month,
a hinge with no door,
a moment that refuses
to belong to time at all.It hovers.
It waits.
It breathes in a rhythm
that does not match the world’s pulse.Around the c…Read More
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PAR, the wind carries many poems of salt and yes, often they go unheard or undeeded, which is of course a shame,cause if they did find ears that hear, our world would be a more joyful place. But, what might be even worse is something that Bruce Springsteen wrote in a song (“Jungle Land”), “and the poets down here write nothing at all, they just…Read More
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Appreciate you.
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Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month
Some times
There are times when things should be said
Things should be done
It is met with silenceThen there are times things are done
Without thought
AutomaticallySometimes things are said because it is felt
Sometimes thing happen because it could not be held backBut there is a sometimes
That trust is broken
A wound never…Read More1 Comment-
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And it is times like this that you just want to SCREAM!!! Far too many people in our world bear wounds that never heal, ooze pain continually. Insightful poem, Fia. -Curt
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Powerfully penned, Fia. Excellent write with lots of layers my friend. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Thank you Damian;)) try to peel some of those layers back
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Thank you Gus for keeping up with me. xoxo
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Chère F.,
Love it that you post more often.
And I read all of them.My favorite sentence in this poem is:
Sometimes thing happen because it could not be held back
Wish I had thought of that. It tells me that I can’t possibly control everything. A comforting thought!
I hope your Tuesday will be happy and full of inspiration.
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hello beautiful Fia this is a profound write ❤️
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Hello and thank you Crimsin.;)
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So true
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Thank you Willow;))
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Outstanding piece. Well said!
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Thank you Vision;))
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No way! You gotta have hope always!
Old story: There were two boys, one was a pessimist and the other an optimist. They were both put in a barn full of horse crap for a day. At the end of the day, the old man opened the door to see how the boys were doing. The pessimist was far back in the corner, on his tiptoes, complaining about all the shit and the smell. While the optimist was crouched down, frantically flinging the horse crap all over the place. The man asked that boy what was he doing. The boy said “With all this fresh horse shit, there’s gotta be a pony in here somewhere!
But anyway, your write is on point with many of the days for us all. An accurate description of the struggle for basic sanity, at least!-
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That was funny. I am hopeful. My poems come to me from listening to music, news etc.. then I start musing over things. Thank you Styxian;))
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That’s cool. I actually get much of my motivation from reading. it’s the words tumbling around in my head that create little scenarios that I build from. A lot! Music sets a mood, though, yes. Can’t live without it!
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redzone posted in the group National Poetry Month
Love Sonnet LXXXIV
You grab my hand, lead
me onto the floor, spin me
into your embrace, and sway
us into the music.The music slows, you pull me
closer, our bodies feel the warmth
of the rhythm and the natural passion
of bump and grind. It’s anolder tune we are dancing
to, one that held us in our
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True enough, sometimes you just want to melt into the woodwork, disappear into the shadows, hide from the world or, perhaps someone particular. Someone who has hurt you. Then too, often it’s the opposite. The need to be seen, to be acknowledged as a human being. Not as an object or in a negative way, but seen for who you truely are, whole,…Read More