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Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month
The Key
When did you get the key to my door
It’s been locked for so long
I remember when I put the bolt and nail it to the floor
Fear and hurt infused the metal like a song
You inserted a key
Turned it to the right
I stood before you
I the softest moonlight
You really looked at me
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Thank you. I wanted to play on using object as terms for intimacy
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PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos) posted in the group National Poetry Month
April 10th — The Night of Running Cats and Star Eyes
April 10th begins at dusk.
It is not a daytime day.
It belongs to the hour
when the sky bruises purple
and the first streetlamp flickers
like a nervous prophet.This is the night
when all the cats in the neighbourhood
wake up from their daylight disguises
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Curly Grace posted in the group National Poetry Month
Pouring Emotions
Streaming tears
down my face,
ever flowing
not from sadness
nor grief.A frenzy you created
within my body,
immense emotions flying,
overwhelming me
with nowhere to go
but to trickle down
my cherry-red cheeks.![]()
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Curly Grace, the poem emotionally exquisite, the art wonderful. A very fitting day 9 of Poetry month
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Thank you, Redzone. That’s really kind of you to say. I’m glad the emotion landed the way it needed to.
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Harriet-Jacqui xx posted in the group National Poetry Month
The Blue Pool
A young man sipped limoncello, in a bar in the village square,
He was lonely and heartbroken, you would often find him there,
His heart was filled with sorrow, he felt twisted and torn inside,
When a waitress in a black dress, came and whispered as he cried,
‘Do you know there’s a blue pool, born out of the mountain str…Read More![]()
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While I fancy myself a romantic, I think I will avoid this Blue Pool. I have loved a few times and may never love again, but I think I do not want to play the fool. Her pool is enticing, her lips warm with arousal, but dear lady, I will remain on this stool. Sorry HJx, I hope you don’t mind where my mind went as I read your poem. -Curt
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Better safe than sorry, so no sorries, please! Harriet-Jacqui xx
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Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
Glutton…
they used to tell me
it looks like I’m hunting trouble
leaving them thinking I enjoy the dramaI get it…
I do
I can see how it might seem that way to youbut that’s not it
I’m not chasing more of the same
same shit different day
I actually prefer peace and quietit’s just…
I’m used to my own darkness
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Exactly Willow. Learning from one’s experiences is not SSDD, it’s growth. And this growth is internal and personal, doesn’t matter what others may think. But if someone is paying attention, this growth becomes obvious and welcomed. -Curt
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It takes a while to recognize the patterns, but once we do – we grow. And nobody moves at another’s pace. Thank you, Curt
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What a subtle erotic poem Fia. The key turns, oh the possibilities!! -Curt