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redzone posted in the group National Poetry Month
Poetry Day #10
I get so lost sometimes
watching as the world burns,
as centuries of Culture and
Heritage, human lives, are destroyed
for no reason other than who
will be number one among
the billions.Our world burns,
it cries for our help, our decision
to act and honor what remains
of humanity’s decency, to cast
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On so many levels this so the unblemished truth. And what isn’t burning is drowning. While a pocket of corrupt haves destroy everything for the have nots…and ultimately themselves
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Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month
The Key
When did you get the key to my door
It’s been locked for so long
I remember when I put the bolt and nail it to the floor
Fear and hurt infused the metal like a song
You inserted a key
Turned it to the right
I stood before you
I the softest moonlight
You really looked at me
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What a subtle erotic poem Fia. The key turns, oh the possibilities!! -Curt
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Thank you. I wanted to play on using object as terms for intimacy
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PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos) posted in the group National Poetry Month
April 10th — The Night of Running Cats and Star Eyes
April 10th begins at dusk.
It is not a daytime day.
It belongs to the hour
when the sky bruises purple
and the first streetlamp flickers
like a nervous prophet.This is the night
when all the cats in the neighbourhood
wake up from their daylight disguises
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redzone posted in the group National Poetry Month
Love Sonnet LXXXIII
Yaraa, my love for you is
radioactive, holding a life
line of ten thousand years.
Its glow shines a path onlyyou can find, and follow. My
touch can ignite the desire
that pulsates in your blood,
and frees your heart.The world may end, civilizations
crumble, oceans dry up, the sun
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Curly Grace posted in the group National Poetry Month
Pouring Emotions
Streaming tears
down my face,
ever flowing
not from sadness
nor grief.A frenzy you created
within my body,
immense emotions flying,
overwhelming me
with nowhere to go
but to trickle down
my cherry-red cheeks.![]()
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Curly Grace, the poem emotionally exquisite, the art wonderful. A very fitting day 9 of Poetry month
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Thank you, Redzone. That’s really kind of you to say. I’m glad the emotion landed the way it needed to.
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You write our thoughts so well, thank you.