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Imperial May

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nothingness

silence

worthlessly dreaming

acid

nameless

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[elycwinters]

Mercury Kiss

Your lips are liquid poison, they kill with a single taste.

But you are a walking temptation, your plump and silver stained lips beacon. How easy it is, for my simple mortal heart to slip and ache to taste them, even knowing of the deadly threat they are.

Your lips are liquid poison and if this is how I should die… so be it.

- Ely C. Winters.

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[praggya1993]

I sense the garden calluses

That form in your diligent fingers,

Always engaged in attempts

To bring out the better ,

The pinpricks that you consider

Need no balm or cover,

The tints of sadness

That change your hues

From emerald to pastel,

The pain that extends

When you try to stretch yourself,

Yet like a cushion

You always remain soft and welcoming

Expanding vision of comfort

That breathes a life

Devoid of struggle.

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[josy57]

Summer Rain

Sadness seemed at times something to bask in Like blue moonlight or summer rain A field of wet flowers where you could lie Hidden by the tall grass and alone in the world Feeling your clothes stick to your skin Hugging you, holding you Like you escaped a drowning It brought quiet contemplation With milky stormy skies above you, uncertain And the smell of the dark soil, that sweet earthy smell of decay Into which many a daisy has withered Never answering the question for sure Whether someone out there loves you Whether love even is a reliable thing And not a turning wind, changed with the seasons With the fall of another petal The passing of a year

Inspired by @imperial-poetry-prompts‘s 1st prompt for May: “floral”

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[4lornly]

Tell me--

tell me what I want. And

why I want it.

I am a clay pit. A hole in the dark,

wet earth under rain. But the water does not fill me

the way I need something to fill me

and there is a rock in my shoe that

I leave all alone, because

who am I

to shake off discomfort? Who am I

to make a choice

against pain? And

it's still raining, even now, so just

tell me.

--the rock in my shoe // 4lornly

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[imperiallefty]

May poetry bloom is the worst ways...

Floral Poison Trust Mint Fear Gratitude Grace Remember Work Quality Limit Jilted Bolt Vintage Xenophobia Request Killjoys Suggestive Splendid Measley Journey Savior Moon Prosperity Slender Portal Quell Waterfall Candle Finch

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[elycwinters]

She Dances

Look at her, she moves unmatched.

With some rhythm no one can hear she dances and leaps on the floor as others simply move and let her be.

Look at her, her movement unmatched.

She moves with such grace, it shames others as she sways with freedom to the music that comes from deep within her.

Look at her, she moves unmatched.

How to predict her movements when she simply dances as her heart commands and moves with a grace that no one can match?

Look at her, isn’t she a dancer without peer?

- Ely C. Winters.

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[praggya1993]

He goes on

Drifting through the highs and lows,

Taking one day at a time

Celebrating every step

In a direction where

Nothing looks aberrant,

Nothing to haunt his mind

Or make him reverse his direction,

Although untrained on many fronts

He continues his soft march

Through the life he's been granted,

Eyes rife with a yearning

That he winks away

And keeps within,

Sure of fulfilling it someday

That may seem out of reach.

#poem #imperialmay #yearning

[elycwinters]

9 Missed Calls

I wanted some time alone, away from the mess of texts and calls so I silenced my phone and left it in the kitchen, walking away with no regrets, I turned and left.

The time alone was bliss, I could hear my own thoughts and ideas and I could do what I wanted without interruptions, without worrying if I should answer right now.

I gave myself an hour time off, and when I returned to grab that little device it was clear that not everyone had the same idea, for in my phone there were nine missed calls.

- Ely C. Winters.

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[elycwinters]

Yearning

A man looks outside from his window in that small cubicle his office makes, outside, the concrete jungle extends as far as the eye can see. He simply watches as day in and day out, people come and go and he is sitting in that desk chair, glued to responsibilities he doesn’t want.

(His mind and soul ache with desires he dares not vocalize. He is afraid that if he does, life will snatch them away.)

His eyes are full of yearning and dreams that he has had to shelved and put aside when the crushing weight of the world came in knocking. His heart longs, with a desperate yearning to be free, to find something else to make it happy and feel the fulfillment he has so been denied.

(His mind and soul ache with desires he dares not vocalize. He is afraid that if he does, life will snatch them away.)

- Ely C. Winters.

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[imperial-poetry-prompts]

May Prompts 2021

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Garden calluses

Mercury lips

movement

yearning

swagger

Meeting Mr. X

Liverwurst

9 missed calls

Wink

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[elycwinters]

Gardening Hands

Her hands are those of a gardener, full of calluses and rough, of someone who spends time under the sun, kneeling on earth as they plant the seeds she longs to see bloom.

Her hands might be rough, her manner is not, for she tends to her bounty with a calm grace that beckons and helps the flowers and vegetables grow, under her watchful eye all year long.

- Ely C. Winters. 

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[elycwinters]

Meeting Mr. X

Meeting Mr. X is an adventure, for this is a man who lives in the shadows and changes names as the weather does,

he who reinvents himself with every new day and every new mission, he is a phoenix who dies and is remade as he sees fit.

It is the promise of danger that lurks behind the façade of formal gowns and tuxedos, it is the promise of a dagger to the back,

he is the one everybody watches out for but he always manages to escape. So be careful, for meeting Mr. X could be your death.

- Ely C. Winters.

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[elycwinters]

When you look at me the way you do, I swoon. There’s something about you, that I Never before I had encountered, but I Know now that without you, I no longer can be.

- Ely C. Winters. | WINK

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[elycwinters]

With Swagger

Look at him enter a room, he doesn’t walk he swaggers. His whole body moves to a rhythm no one else can hear,

and he does with such grace, it invites people to turn and stare at him, as if he wore some neon sign that called for attention.

His confidence and swagger are uniquely his, and as he walks on by, he winks and blows kisses to those he wishes to

do his very best to seduce. He swags towards them and gives his nicest smile as tries his best to dazzle them away.

Ely C. Winters.

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[praggya1993]

When the dreams expire

And the rush of imagination

Slows down to a trickle,

When the readiness to aspire

Fumbles and stumbles in confusion,

When the words that resounded

With every inch of the heart

Feel so foreign, desolate and distant

And fall flat on crevices

That suddenly reveal

Their creaking interiors,

I look at the moon

That sways sadly in silence,

Sore with craters

Of unacknowledged bruises,

Yet hanging on an invisible thread

Of hopeful semblance.

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