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Harriet-Jacqui xx posted in the group National Poetry Month
State of Mind:
Dear Danny,
I sit alone behind these grey concrete walls, wondering if the Police really know it all?
Craving just a little male affection when all I seem to get is your rejection?
Write me letters, pick up the phone, need your sweetness, so sick of living here on my own.
I loved you, baby, you loved me, said I loved ya, it…Read More -
Curly Grace posted in the group National Poetry Month
Unraveling
I watched the thread,
slip from my fingers,
cold as steel.I couldn’t hold the end,
or trace the start.Like a shadow in alleys,
following the hunt,
its shadow in my chest,
too swift to name.I watched the thread
through the silence.You can only sense
when nothing stirs.I felt tremors pulse
through skin, t…Read More1 Comment -
Willow posted in the group National Poetry Month
Leave a Message at the Tone…
I can hear my phone buzzing
on the dresser across the room
like a fly…dogging my face
it’s distractingas I give myself over
…in every possible sense…
to his ferocious ministrationshis smoky eyes burning holes in my soul
setting my nerve endings ablaze
flickers spreading quickly
a…Read More -
Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month
Sorry??
What does the word even mean
An apology that is supposed to be given when felt
The word does not erase the feelings
That absolute absurdity of itAs a child you were made to say your sorry
Looking in that same child’s eyes
There is not an ounce of remorse
Confusion
AngerAdolescents are no better
Sorry rolls off the…Read More-
A ‘sorry’ like this is nothing more than the ego trip to make whoever said it feel good about themselves and nothing to do with changing what they have done. To be truly sorry, takes action, means changing attitude, behavior, and not doing whatever they have done again. A good poem for day #5 of poetry month, Fia. -Curt
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PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos) posted in the group National Poetry Month
April 5th, Ghostships Drift Through the Mind
On the 5th,
the myth of the ghostships returns
adrift,
unhurried,
moving with the slow authority
of things that have forgotten
what it means to have a destination.They glide across the inner horizon,
full of voids and echoes
from the beginnings of time,
carrying the dust of ancient…Read More - Load More Posts
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I was just thinking the other day of all the ways of saying and meanings for unravel. This is a potent expression of it 😊