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kidgillis · 1 month

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I'm in need of something. I'm not sure exactly what it is. But there's a craving for it—a need to experience what it could bring. There's a desire for it. It's so close but still so far away. I can feel it. I can sense it. I can hear it. I'm just not sure of its name. It is everything I need in the moment and everything I want in the future. It is everything I could ask for, but none of the things I thought were vital. I changed from being in its presence to just wanting to be engulfed by it entirely. It doesn't make sense to most, but to me, I finally understand. A healthy love will scare you, have you run for the hills, and leave you to examine yourself before figuring out your need to return. This is an experience worth losing yourself and your pride for. I'm just happy to learn that without complications and repercussions.

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therebepoems · 2 years

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Chasing true love doesn't equal to true happiness.

Alex Delorme

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poetdreams16 · 27 days

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Lunar eclipse 🌒

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paperngrace4recovery · 2 years

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Excerpt from my poem, Bolt from the Blue #spark #sparkjoy #lightening #bolt #braintumorsurvivorsthrive #lovelife #lovepoem #lovepoemsofinstagram #instapoet #instapoetry #thepoetrybooth #poetrycommunity #poetryconnection #cityskyline #mississippiriver #neworleans #womenwriters #womenpoets #womenpoetsofinstagram #naturephotography #nature #instagood (at New Orleans, Louisiana, USA) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cicey9pOLDb/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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porterswale · 2 years

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#writing #poetry #poetryconnection

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dolores-hazy · 4 years

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Elephant

Curse this long memory

This trunk holding stowaway

Moments suspended in time

Ossified, tusk solidified

All else turning to dust

Blowing into dusky skies

Gray matter sagging

Lagging behind as every step

Lands with a thud

Shakes the ground needing

Weeding better upkeep

Going to seed, out to pasture

Plodding along disproportionately

Displaced and dismayed

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spokenwordplaypodcastcommunity · 3 years

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PARTICIPATE IN SPOKEN WORD CHALLENGE at spokenwordplay.com

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briarmoon · 3 years

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Jane Doe (Rondel)

Grave keeper, please remember me; Tend to my final resting place. No family roots left to trace, Or bric-a-brac there to fancy. Heaven knows my identity; On Earth, I’m just a nameless face. Grave keeper, please remember me; Tend to my final resting place. Honor my haunted memory Lingering in this lonesome space; Won’t someone keep me company? To know sweet mercy and God’s grace! O’ grave keeper, remember me; Tend to my final resting place!

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daily1poem · 3 years

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Name it if you will

Her are eyes are red and swollen

Every day I have wondered why

Eyes that never care to meet mine

Hold a tale enough to break the sky

Each passing day I have watched

That face to see more than a scowl

And the wait was worth it to see

A glimpse of joy hidden by the cowl

Passing months have taught me more

Yet there's still so much I wish I knew

Of a girl who loved the pond by the Oak

And her airheaded little sister too

All the while, behind my back

My heart has gone to a place unknown

Lost and wondering; mesmerized

By a possibility, cunning fate has shown

The day this whim invaded my mind

Stretch beyond the lengths of Nile

As whims bloom into desire; desperate,

I dream of waking up to your smile

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madelinescatharsis · 4 years

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The water brought back images of you

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You hit me like a torrent of rain in the middle of a summer night.

The kind of intensity that steals even the gasp from my throat.

There's a way your words wash over me like tides on a sleepy afternoon,

Comforting the warm sands with it's cool embrace.

My hands curve into your hair, twisting like the patterns of sand on the shore,

Hoping you won't go back,

Hoping you'll stay,

Stay just a little bit longer.

But your palms are too big for my fingers,

You slip right through my hands

Like drops of water dripping down melting ice.

Your beauty is myopic.

Only visible from an arm's length.

Like the intricacy of the veins of a maple leaf.

I melt in your touch, like the brownies you make melt in my mouth.

The echoes of your laugh waft through the breeze like the smell of the earth after the first rains.

You are a muse.

Muse enough to make me effervesce with poetry even on my bleakest days.

Muse enough to make a man without legs dance like a ballerina.

Muse enough to make a person who doesn't know how to swim voluntarily jump into your turbulent, inviting waters.

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kidgillis · 2 years

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This can't be it. This isn't my dream. This won't be my forever. I refuse to sit and dwell here. I refuse to give up. I refuse to settle. I've come to far to get to this place, although I'm passing through. I gave up so much of myself, although, I needed me too. But, this isn't it. This can't be it. This isn't what I expected. This isn't what I want or need. This isn't it. I swear, it isn't.

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therebepoems · 3 years

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Candles

Dreams ignite

What is forgotten about

And time itself

Could only blow it out.

Alex Delorme

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poetdreams16 · 3 years

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I wish hope would dissipate

within the lands of my heart

To never return.

Only then will my days become bearable,

And time won’t hurt anymore.

~A.T.

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porterswale · 2 years

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#poetry #poetryconnection #writing

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abrighterspark · 4 years

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our next zoom meeting is Sunday June 28, 2020 at 9am and 9pm EST. all are welcome, so pick a time that works and come join in the fun - we read our poems and just generally have a good chat about other writing things 😊🤍

send me a message on either tumblr or instagram if you'd like to join or have any questions, and we can't wait to have you there!!

EDIT: our next round will be on Wednesday July 1!

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briarmoon · 3 years

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Hearts in Boxes

Maybe someday, We won’t keep our hearts in boxes Like litters of newborn strays discarded; Orphans blind and deaf left to claw Their way up Earth’s cardboard walls To be snatched away by perytons like paper dolls. Maybe someday, We won’t keep our hearts in boxes As our dearly departed, clenching crosses In fists forever entombed in cherry and mahogany; Buried underground for Persephone to thieve Like the sweet juice of pomegranate seeds. Maybe someday, We won’t leave our hearts in boxes To never finish what Mercutio started; Waiting for succubi and incubi in our sleep Revealing only what people want to belief – O’ beware the mananangall in your dreams! Maybe someday, We won’t leave our hearts in boxes; We’ll share them like troves of chocolates, Wearing them proudly on our sleeves To ache and bleed and break and heal, Vulnerable for all to love and feel.

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