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PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos) posted in the group National Poetry Month
The Infinite Repetition of a Pink‑Clad Madman
April 14th does not progress.
It repeats.
And repeats.
And repeats again.It is the day caught in its own echo,
a looped corridor of hours
that refuse to move forward,
a calendar glitch
that feels almost intentional.On this day,
time folds like a sheet of paper
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redzone posted in the group National Poetry Month
Apache Moon
As I spread out my bedroll
atop the high mesa,
the aroma of pine and pinon
surround the air
and sear the rabbit
roasting over the open flame.As I settle into the bedroll,
and looking skyward, I
am greeted by the infinity
of glittering stars,
and the rising Apache Moon.As the legend goes,
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Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month
City Peace
The wind howls through my window
The fire truck siren blares down the street
The neighbor’s heated argument is in stereo sound
The dogs whine in a pitch that rivals nails on chalk boards
Yet I cannot sleep without the city’s peace.
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Curly Grace posted in the group National Poetry Month
Orbit of His Smile
It curves like a secret folding into itself,
quiet, knowing, a soft spark
that catches the edges of my chest
and pulls me closer.
A quick inhale
a flash of light between shadows
and I am lost again in the orbit of his smile.
Tides of unspoken things rise from calm’s ruins
and I am lost a…Read More
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That was a 1st. It didn’t hold my formatting….
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Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
Roack-a-bye, Baby
I know no other way
the weight of his absence presses
aching…waiting…
begging for his return
as nights close in
shadow draping me in yearning
the remembrance nearly blistering
moments of fierce and desperate
thundering of twin beats
throb piercing me
and I cannot…will not…forget
saturation a constant
as…Read More![Profile Photo]()
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The country may have its crickets, its coyotes’ howl, but this cannot match the window rattling as the EL train passes by. It’s funny how night sounds become familiar so that you can sleep. It took me a few weeks o be able to get to sleep after I moved from NYC back to PA and a more rural setting. -Curt