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Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month
Reach out
There are things I wanted to show
There are things I could not let go
When my light is finally out
I’m in the shadowReach out , reach out
You’re in my heart
Reach out
Whenever you feel you’re falling apart
Reach out
I will always be there for you….I’m here for you
You’re never alone, its true
Wherever I am is a hom…Read More1 Comment -
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PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos) posted in the group National Poetry Month
April 11th — Ladders, Snakes and the Art of Forgetting
April 11th arrives
like a board game spilled across the floor,
ladders leaning toward impossible heights,
snakes coiled in patient spirals,
waiting for the moment
you think you understand the rules.It is a day of ascents and descents,
of sudden rises
and quiet collapses,
of c…Read More![Profile Photo]()
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NAVINA posted in the group National Poetry Month
WAITING
Waiting ….
I wait …
I stay …
In place …I’m waiting…
I’m praying …
In my space….Waiting …
The long days ..
My same road ways
Time.. slow pace …Waiting….
Hoping for a change
For a hand in marriage
That man that’s only a mirageWaiting…
For a love
For destiny I still think…Read More![]()
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Harriet-Jacqui xx posted in the group National Poetry Month
Hiya, I’m away running a forum on marketing for the English writer’s circle where I’m Treasurer, w-y-b?! So, have a lovely weekend and beware, if there’s… A Man, in The Room
There was a Man, in The Room,
I could have sworn It,
A Man, in the Room,
I might have borne It,
Or was It just a Boy,
Some worn, discarded Toy,
A shattered,…Read More![]()
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Harriet-Jacqui xx posted in the group National Poetry Month
The Blue Girl *
As sole survivor in this zone, I walk up to the tanks alone,
To estimate the bodies lost, extrapolate the human cost,
Of nuclear warfare on the few, who live here in the fluid blue.
The sludge inside the first urn stinks, of rotting flesh, violets and pinks,
I wonder if, suspended here, this poor boy used to dream or…Read More![]()
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I really like, it sounds like a song. To not give up or reminding someone that they aren’t alone but you are there. Nice write keep it up.