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kairos-thehumanpoet · 1 year

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My Love 🫀

i told him

"i wish i could

give you the world."

(and i meant,

i wish i could

give you everything

you've ever desired and more.)

and he smiled,

pressed his lips

to my forehead

and said, "My love,

you already have."

~kairos 💛

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andyklingensmith · 1 year

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Archival #13

Early 2023

I will lie in the earth and let the blood flow and tell you it’s growing flowers on your grave. I will tell you the sun is shining on your face as it turns to stone in my hands.

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When the sun goes out I screw in another and the whirring threads stitch my worried heart Illuminating a surgical scar that reads like a liturgy Passing between passages and small holes in skin I start to feel the warm air assimilate the cool again So I open the window to keep out the storm that walks in my head through a landscape of thorns

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There is nothing difficult

about holding a hand

but I find it impossible

to keep my fingers

from crushing yours

Snapping, cracking like stems cut from flowers The trashbin will smell of roses for a week to come

As I raise the lid

I raise your nails

with a winch

to sleep under

The gold

stains my palms

with glitter

I spread it to my face

as I stir in my sleep

And when I wake

the morning light

illuminates my skin

like the sunrise

over a field of dew

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You should unmask. We have all laid aside disguise but you.

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There is love in the violence that tears a man apart and there is mercy in the breaking of a wide and lonely heart I am painting with the blood that pours from your arm Something depicting the way you used to feel The red brings out emotion that other colors do not do So look into the mirror See me looking back at you

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I am on the verge of the void

If I raise my arm

it disappears

If I lean my head

there goes an ear

Holding onto life I feel it snuff out

with the same hollow wind

which laughs as it flows

from heartland to heartland

in a black undertow

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Isn’t it red? That hue as you carry it closer, it mellows It’s more like a yellow Funny how things change as they spend time in your head If you’d have caught it in its prime You’d have given it all to green Unchecked by time, one draws from what one has seen But you didn’t notice it was different You didn’t notice at all Until it was lying dead before you Until summer turned to fall

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If this is not what you meant it to be then bend the earth back and touch moon to sea Let them kiss there quietly The tides breathe: “Finally”

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horizovertically · 2 years

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Sense of self worth

I put off work

for tomorrows that won't come.

I kill time

as i watch the days burn.

I brush my hair and

stare off the distance

dilating pupils

till it's a cloudy vision.

I put my price

on horcruxes that

give me a fleeting

sense of self worth.

I want to lose myself

in starry eyes that love me

instead I drown

in treacherous self pity.

I travel wonderlands

down the rabbit hole

and bet on folklores

as if they'd change my course.

I'm the dog at my door.

My barricades

don't let my virtues

meet their fate.

My restless feet

echo down the hall

in circles,

going nowhere at all.

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n-i-ran · 1 year

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One more day of subtle anxiety tugging my heartstrings and telling me to wake the hell up on the first alarm itself.

**Blames it on my blanket**

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victoriatheodoremusic · 1 year

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My first Christmas without him Started with the first glint Of sunlight through morning fog, Dense and thick for miles around, Visibility low, muffled sounds Of animals scurrying, Like my mind pursuing thoughts To distract from the void (a crater) Of missing seeing his name Pop up on my phone: Merry Christmas Dad! I’ll see you later! He’s been gone a few weeks. And I long to speak to him Of all that I have going on, To prompt his iconic laugh, Play him my new song. But instead I’ll stand in the foggy mist, Sing at the pale horizon, Listen for a moment, Close my eyes then carry on. I’ll repeat the usual motions: Drive, gather and eat, Chat, laugh and sing. I hear him in the wrapping paper crinkle, When glasses clink and flavors mingle. I see him in the children’s joy, When white elephant gifts are deployed. I’ve been told the loss never ends, But often eased by family and friends. So with them, I toast to your life: I miss you, Dad, this Christmas night. #10MinutePoetry #DailyPoetry #APoemADay #PoetryCommunityofInstagram #PoetryFun #VTVerse #MerryChristmas #RIPDad 🎄🎄🎁🎁🎶🎶🙏🏽🙏🏽 https://www.instagram.com/p/CmoKTykO_qW/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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seulpeunkkoch · 1 year

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221108

You have a seed in your hand both of you need water to live but instead of sharing you drink all the water

- the way you love

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sonder-minaru · 2 years

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Sometimes it is good to be lost in between, and not knowing how to feel. Sometimes it is not about being found in the same place but growing in some other. Like those wildflowers in those ecstatic valleys, they are wild; they are fresh; they aren't found in gardens but still their beauty is the winner of all races of flowers. Travellers find them, not calling them lost. Like them, I am found. Newly found.✨ #poetry#poetsofinstagram #writers #writer #writerscommunity #poetssociety #poetsdaily #dailypost #dailypoetry #poetsoninstagram #igpoetry #authorsoninstagram #author #poetry #poet #poems #poem #poetsandwriters #spilledthoughts #spilledwords #spilledink #spilledinkpoetry #explore #explorepage #experimentalpoetry #writersofinstagram #writersofig #motivation #findyourself #wildflowers #lost https://www.instagram.com/p/CjX7RaCpaxC/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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jessicam1202 · 29 days

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Tell-a-Tale Tuesday: Brought to you by JL Meicht

I once knew a young girl, a lot like myself. Who dwindled and dwaddled upon a great shelf. She was smart like I am and worked real hard too. But street smarts are something we have yet to accrue. So she stayed in our hometown, as I moved out fast. I never looked back, I was free at last. Except I DID look back from time to time, But just to realize Im not done with this climb, So I reach on up and I grab the last rung. I then gasp so fast that I choke on my tongue, I jump off life's ladder and look around quick. I realize I recognize why this girl is sick. Where here melds with there and our worlds start to collide We can't keep them apart, no matter how hard we tried For my heart lives where home was, while my mind is here because while today Im strong, my heart still has fear.

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iskyethelimit · 1 year

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Sunset

Peace and tranquillity A heart full A whisper of a breadth Whispers of the past… As the rays touch and spread Orange to amber to firery red Two onlookers inhale the calm That rest may bring before the dawn A day partially over Time well spent Minutes to go by too Melting into hours now new The vast firmament resplendent in technicolour Streaks of ambient light Bold, board strokes…

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la1rs · 1 year

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HOW CAN IT BE?

How can it be that the God of the universe is alive in me? What does it mean to be alive? To be now?

My whole life I have searched for answers to these questions. I thought myself wise. I was self deceived. I. I. I was the common denominator. Had I been truly rooted in wisdom, I would have heeded Solomon’s words and known that “under the sun all is vanity, striving after wind” (Ecclesiastes 1:14). Instead of accepting the insanity, I charged headlong, full speed into the fall of humanity.

I was akin to Alice falling down the rabbit hole, except, I dove, knowing that it could be the end of me. This idea didn’t bother me. I welcomed it, longed for it, I didn’t care. I was trying to prove a point. My own misery, my impatience, my rebellion led me to lie to myself, to convince myself this was what I wanted, in fact, what I “needed”. “It’ll be an experiment, a worthwhile experience”, I thought.

So, I walked alone in a world alive with ghosts, heavenly bodies nestled inside carnal hosts, little sheep fast asleep. I got lost in my attempts to keep up with their dreams. Getting sucked into a whirlwind of vanity, instant gratification, and delusion was quite unbecoming for me. Accordingly, when darkness knocked and told me he held the answers to my questions, I gave him the keys to my bedroom. Not once, not twice, not any quantity of times that I can recall on 10 fingers and toes. All I know is that enough alcohol and ammunition in my nose caused a cranial combustion.

Self destruction. A loss of control. A violent eruption inside of my soul. A surrender. A burial. A transmutation. A rebirth. An unbecoming, an unraveling of what I once was. I have emerged, new. I am free. I am alive.

The plug has been pulled. My eyes are open. I will no longer deny the truth that indwells every cell in my body. I am but a vessel, a receptacle for something sacred, incomprehensible and holy. I do not belong to this world because the spirit in me, in you, is not of it. Here, I watch and I wait vigilantly for the return of Love. In my waiting I am refined, through flame I am fashioned into gold.

The dust of my departure will leave behind only a trace pointing to the truth, the truth that is a return within, to my Creator. This I know now, I have tasted and seen for myself, I have returned. You too, must retire control of your vessel. The clouds are here, the inevitable storm is brewing. Nevertheless, have no fear, behind the clouds you will find the ever-present Son. Breathe the light into your belly and allow your brittle bones to come to life. Awaken from your slumber. The time is now. The end is near. Judgment is coming.

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kairos-thehumanpoet · 1 year

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is this butterfly feeling

that flutters through me

anxiety, or is it some

untamed longing in me

when i hear

your name?

(perhaps, it

is both.)

((oh, how terrifying

love can be.))

~kairos 💛

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andyklingensmith · 1 year

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Archival #15 [Long]

Spring 2023

Kissing the hand in the dark All of your lips course and spark Raising the hairs on her fingers like trees in wildfire lose bark

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Nothing will ever placate

my nature’s indiscretion

An everyday intoxicant

A gauntlet of obsession Scriptwriter, would you not write me wise? What is ironic about the look in your eyes?

I cannot see

you easily

but I feel the film careening

I hope they capture

the way that you are

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The temperature plummets I cannot face the wind I am radiating heat and steam rises from me like a hissing snake slithering in the blue morning skyward over a copse of trees

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Someday there will be a change and we will all feel it.

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No landmarks No good or bad No consequence No decision No direction No closure

No end

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Red flag, freezing wave Caught between movement

At the mercy of two hands Fingers at a half-mast

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I steal a cup to collect you in I shake it on the streets with my head bowed low

The pedestrian shuffle sounds like your name repeating

Who am I to you? Who am I to anyone?

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Will you let me find a new way to say these words?

A different way A better meaning

Like how moving furniture can really change a space

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The floor that gave with every step.

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It sees the bigger picture

It hands me an eraser

It wants me to know

the mistakes I am making

It wants me to change

but I do not

And my ears close and my throat closes and I wonder if death is worth fearing at 29

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When was the last time I stayed out til I feared the sun would see me?

When was the last time I felt his eyes upon my head as I turned away to sleep in agony?

In the morning he’s still watching me and I wonder what he thought about the words I spoke in my dreams

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You pass a witness on the path

Your way divided A yellow dash

Reflection only in pavement passed Beneath like bows on presents wrapped

Giftgive in silence, in nods and glance A strange encounter A stranger dance The denim, blue on blue black bike chain

Grease on my pant leg I mix it with air I pat the way down and continue on.

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I have one minute and it’s all I’ll ever need.

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I’ve been taught

the most and the quickest

by the people who know the least

I have been given a scythe

with no deadline

for a field of wheat

Final stalk uncut

I grasp it gently between my fingers

and cut it like I were loosing a ballon

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Two streams moving beneath two gentle stars.

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I want to start making promises

but I’ve never known

something that cant be broken

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Tiny sips at a manageable pace Banging a stack of paper on a desk 40 corners and then You turn

your back

I twist

spin in the chair form a cycle in my heart and keep you deep

down there

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It is possible that the world may spin without an impossible complication

There are mornings which may rise without melody in the throats of men

The silence is not empty It is working too, whispering the implication between me and you

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Fake everything.

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The spider in the ice cube You saw it as you filled You didnt care to warn it You turned away and killed It melts down in your water and climbs upside the cup And falls into your stomach and never comes back up

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Birds at nightfall

but which will be

the last to sing

a song for me

If one is followed

in tune by two

I wait for three

or else it’s you

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I will never amount to anything and twenty minutes ago I considered how likely it was I could never write a word again

I am looking down a million pinholes backwards through time so what is a pair of binoculars to the Abyss Watcher? What is age to the man about to die?

If you are reading this then it is too late I see your eyes now moving across the sky in an extraterrestrial pattern Deep in the distance you are waving the world away and I mistake it for a greeting

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Fog is lifting.

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drjohnworldpeacejd · 1 year

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mkmoondust · 1 year

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I guess I'm on a flower kick again. Wow maybe it's time to do a second bouquet book? #Day68 of #AYearofPoetry challenge just a short little musing poem. Because today has been incredibly odd. Not good not bad just odd. Besides this was a great opportunity to continue playing around with my ipad and Procreate #daisies #procreateart #dailypoetry #inspirationiseverywhere https://www.instagram.com/p/CpmPqcIucxW/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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travelwithmestranger · 1 year

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'Frozen Dreams: at the Chicham Bridge' for Natalie @nataliecarrpoetry 'Word Drop' Game. My Word was 'Beaming'. It was an amazing learning experience and fun to participate. Thankyou so much Natalie 🙃✌️💜 @travelwithmestranger . . . . . #worddrop #poetrychallenge #travelwithmestranger #poetryprompts #poemsforhim #buddingpoet #tuesdayreads #mypoetry #mypoetrymysoul #herpoetry #herwordisgold #communityofpoets #communityofpoetry #lovepoemsofinstagram #modernpoetry #readpoetry #poetrybooksociety #poetrybook #dailypoetry #poetryandlove #poetryeveryday #poetryfeaturepage #poetsandwritersfeature #writersandpoets #poetrytuesday #simplepoems #writersupportingwriters #indianbookstagrammer #womenpoets #relatablepoetry (at Chicham Bridge- Worlds Highest Bridge) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoFAvQ3JuJb/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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sweettortures · 1 year

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