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redzone posted in the group National Poetry Month
Rainbow Dreams
Today, April 26th, has arrived
with a promise of color,
of something that plays in
our mind like a whisper,
like a dream.Some dreams
are like candy apples,
sweetly coated
and soft inside;
or, like rainbows,
that rise
and fade into the sky.
And then,
there are the dreams
made of you.Those dreams,
where your…Read More![Profile Photo]()
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Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month
Not the right time
I wandered into this strange land
The beauty I have discovered
With no one to hold my hand
Only a bag and cloak to coverI did not expect to find
A place to call my own
I moved space and time
Wanting to find a homeThen I met you
My world became so small
All my world views
Mean nothing to me at allIf I…Read More
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Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
Break Out
do you exist in a cocoon…
locked up…buttoned down…
but never evolving?or do you break out…
spread wings meant for flight
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As long as there’s breath, there’s still hope! Thank you, Curt
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Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month
Silence
Sit in silence
Watch and observe
They tell you things that are unspoken
As they are speakingHidden truths
Covered in a blanket of lie’s
Design to confusePracticed smiles
Paired with dead eyes
You wait…Wait to see what’s the hook
What’s the product
What’s the goalThere is only one purpose
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redzone posted in the group National Poetry Month
Once: No Going Back
It’s the 25th day of Poetry Month,
and this must be said
with the honesty of reality.There was hope once,
it flowed easily
from Summer’s green fields
strewn with wildflowers,
to Winter’s white,
with snowflakes of individuality.
But, it was a false hope,
one seen through illusion’s eye.
A lie,
told over and ove…Read More![Profile Photo]()
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But will they steer humanity to take the right course of action? Nice piece
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Yes, Fia, that is the question isn’t it.
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I wanna fly, Willow. I want to feel the wind on my face, taste the thrill of love, and why the crickets sing or the reason why words form into poetry. I may be old, but I ain’t dead yet. ;0) Cool poem Willow. -Curt