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Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month
The Feather
A single solitary feather falls into my palm
I smile ,,,
This feather as light as it is
Made it possible to soar into the sky
To catch a current and glide
I smile ,,,
Knowing that even though I am grounded
My thoughts soar like a bird
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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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PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos) posted in the group National Poetry Month
The Day That Remembers What You Forgot
April 22nd is more than a day.
It is a melody you almost recognize,
a Beatles’ song that never made the album,
a tune humming in the back of your skull
like a childhood you can’t quite place.It plays faintly,
as if someone left a radio on
in another universe.
You catch fragments,
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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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Oh, poetry…it sounds much better in hell.