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Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month
Reach out
There are things I wanted to show
There are things I could not let go
When my light is finally out
I’m in the shadowReach out , reach out
You’re in my heart
Reach out
Whenever you feel you’re falling apart
Reach out
I will always be there for you….I’m here for you
You’re never alone, its true
Wherever I am is a hom…Read More1 Comment -
Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month
We Are Not Machines
Do not worry
if you shall fall and forget.
Tomorrow always comes.
What’s most important is that you try.
It’s a shame that we forget that everything that we do
starts off with a person just trying.The stark white of the page
Uninspired
Stop
Breathe
Occupy space inside with other thingsReturn…Read More
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I love it. Yea it’s true we just human and have imperfections that is normal. We aren’t like ai that thinks smart and won’t forget but we just require time. That time that many don’t wanna wait. Good write Fia ❤️
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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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I really like, it sounds like a song. To not give up or reminding someone that they aren’t alone but you are there. Nice write keep it up.