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PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos) posted in the group National Poetry Month
April 11th — Ladders, Snakes and the Art of Forgetting
April 11th arrives
like a board game spilled across the floor,
ladders leaning toward impossible heights,
snakes coiled in patient spirals,
waiting for the moment
you think you understand the rules.It is a day of ascents and descents,
of sudden rises
and quiet collapses,
of c…Read More![Profile Photo]()
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NAVINA posted in the group National Poetry Month
WAITING
Waiting ….
I wait …
I stay …
In place …I’m waiting…
I’m praying …
In my space….Waiting …
The long days ..
My same road ways
Time.. slow pace …Waiting….
Hoping for a change
For a hand in marriage
That man that’s only a mirageWaiting…
For a love
For destiny I still think…Read More![]()
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Harriet-Jacqui xx posted in the group National Poetry Month
Hiya, I’m away running a forum on marketing for the English writer’s circle where I’m Treasurer, w-y-b?! So, have a lovely weekend and beware, if there’s… A Man, in The Room
There was a Man, in The Room,
I could have sworn It,
A Man, in the Room,
I might have borne It,
Or was It just a Boy,
Some worn, discarded Toy,
A shattered,…Read More![]()
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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
while energy supply refreshens - Load More Posts
