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NAVINA posted in the group National Poetry Month
So on Facebook, I commented on someone’s thread her saying that Selena was buried in blue. I said I don’t know why people think it’s blue when it’s purple. They must be color blinded. The woman got mad and said I should do more research. So I then commented with lyrics.
So check this out….
IT’S PURPLE 💜 💜 💜
“Joalee, I looked long ago and…Read More
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Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
Not Really Mine…
as passion spills from my pen…
I show him what I’ve written
ask if I should share…
or keep it hiddenhe quietly demures…
shakes his head and says…
he would not censure my words
that I own my verseI smile and sigh
knowing the truth deep inside
without him…
these little love notes…
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Curly Grace posted in the group National Poetry Month
Hell
Deep down in the fiery pits of hell,
war has started, if you couldn’t tell.
The burning souls are screaming,
the demons’ eyes are gleaming,
they kneel down before the devil’s throne.He’s the one of power, giving the commands,
for each he has the devious of plans.
The red-hot flames are prancing,
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Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month
Thoughts
High expectations
Will never understand now
Will things ever change?2 Comments-
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Without “high expectations”, without hopes and dreams, there can be no change. But, we must also do the work necessary to make the change(s).
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That is true. Thank you;))
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redzone posted in the group National Poetry Month
Love Sonnet LXXXV
Yaraa, as the stars echo your
name, I give you my heart
(te doy mi corazon).
There is no other way tosay this, as time passes and
you stare at my smile,
see into my nature and
intentions, that you havegiven me hope, have given
me love, you have given
me life. Yaraa, you aremy peace (tu eras mi paz),
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Oh, poetry…it sounds much better in hell.