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briarmoon · 1 year

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House of Sighs

My breath roams restless in this House of Sighs

Nestled dark along the cemetery’s edge,

Shrouded by tangled webs of twisted pines –

Bones buried deeply beneath the boxwood hedge.

In the attic window, a glimpse may fetch

Mater Suspiriorum, Mother of Sighs,

Wheezing in her rocking chair, cunning wretch,

Slowly suffocating in your demon eyes.

Hear her burning, an inferno she cries,

Mater Lachrymarum, Mother of Tears,

Howling past the doorsill through the Moonrise

O’er a yard of rusty vans and drunken queers.

In the angst of winter, she smells your fears,

Mater Tenebrarum, Mother of Darkness,

Cackling as the Peacock Angel appears

In a hidden vault of midnight starkness.

Shrouded she slumbers, our Mother of Sighs

Behind a wall of blue irises, she hears,

The slaying of the onyx bird with fifteen eyes

And the rolling of seven marble spheres.

Startled awake, the witches know its time –

They release your zombie tangled in the vetch

To roam this viny labyrinth of lies,

Crunching beers cans like skulls in every step.

Walking on crushed bones of lost compromise

I wander this void forever torn apart,

Forsaken, trying to rescue our tainted love

In this maze of darkness you call a heart.

I cannot breathe in this lonesome House of Sighs

Nestled dark along the cemetery’s edge,

Shrouded by tangled webs of twisted pines –

Bones buried deeply beneath the boxwood hedge.

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iampoetdoctor · 11 months

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"If you fall in love with a poet, he will love you with all his soul. His ink will be his sword of affection, his pen your shield of admiration, your life, his poems of devotion - as your heart dances to his musings. His words will illustrate the essence of true yearning, a bond serenading the secret songs in your heart."

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#poet's posts #poetrysoup

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grandpaswagger · 1 year

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Just Because

Just because there is air to breathe.

It doesn't give you the right,

To take a breath.

Just because there is beauty to see.

That doesn't mean you cannot see,

The beauty which is before you now.

And just cause always will exist,

That doesn't mean,

Tomorrow will always be there.

Just because I am with:

Fear, anxiety, deep depression, my demons,

That doesn't make me any less grateful,

For what I must face today.

Year Posted 2023

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#writing #poetry-in-motion #free verse

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mysticalunknownflower · 8 months

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Tankatuesday-weekly-poetry-challenge-no-333-8-15-23/- Sunflowers- the memories the bring.

I’m taking part in Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday Challenge -333-8-15-23/. This week’s prompt is ‘Sunflowers’. Inspired by Selma’s stunning poetry collection, In the Shadow of Rainbows, I decided to try out something new. Created by Andrea Dietrich writing on PoetrySoup in Feb, 2015, the rules to write a Andaree are- It is syllabic, with lines of 11/9/7/5/3/1/3/5/7/9/11 Rhyme Scheme: AabbcbcbbaA It…

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#andaree #memories #poetrybook #poetrychallenge #sunflowers #syllabicpoetry #TankaTuesday #wordcraftpoetry

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trishsugar1 · 9 months

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rintins · 2 years

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Dear Yvonne Livingstone-Kania, Poems by Amitabh Divakar – PoetrySoup Lifetime Premium Member Below are poems written by Indian poet Amitabh Divakar. If you like the poems, please comment on the work of this poet. Remember, Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poems of Amitabh…

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adadaveed · 2 years

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by Ada Daveed (2021)

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artlessepiphanies · 2 years

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We’re published!

I’m elated to announce that my poem - Artless Dissipation was recently published in PoetrySoup’s latest poetry Anthology series. I can’t believe my casual Tumblr piece is now in a book, an actual paperback! The poem is pinned in case anyone would like to read it :’)

Book link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09PHHCCFK

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lfrostpoems · 4 years

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briarmoon · 1 year

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The Day Betty White Died

I bought a hand gun

The day Betty White died

At the age of 99;

Nothing really special, hun,

Just a Ruger 45.

Your un-woke asshole reeks

From the shit your mad mouth spews,

Between those orange cheeks

In front of all these pews.

I’m tired of their twisted lips

Spiitting toxic viper vile,

Over their silicone tits

And plastic cherry smiles.

Kenny ain’t doin’ nothing

To make this country great,

Sipping gin from red Solo cups

Ice cold with so much hate.

I bought a hand gun

The day Betty White died;

A pretty-in-pink one -

Why are you so surprised?

To them, we’re all weirdo freaks

Mock righteousness they choose,

When pecking their crooked beaks

At loose bags of nuts and screws.

A merry round of pistols whip

These Proud Boys into shape,

With a gaggle of firm grips

And dazzling rainbow capes.

Karen ain’t doin’ nothing

To make this country great,

Serving slices of poison pie

On fancy Chinet plates.

All this too shall come to pass

When I cap a bullet in your ass.

I bought a hand gun

The day Betty White died;

Not for sport or fun

Just trying to survive.

In a sea of sheep

Sailing on a ship of fools,

Pray the Lord, their souls to keep

Courtesy of Fox News.

Flo can kiss my grits

There won’t be any trial,

No judges to acquit

When I blast those redneck smiles.

They ain’t doin’ nothing

To make this country great,

Wearing their red dunce caps

Y’all hennies took the bait.

I bought a hand gun

The day Betty White died;

Chic-Fil-A better run

Before I cross the other side.

There won’t be any jury

No church bells down the aisle,

Our palms are clenched with fury

Cuz you treaded on our style.

We don’t wish you well

It’s time to face the nation,

You won’t live to tell

When you face our congregation.

You ain’t doin’ nothing

To make this country great,

This is the hate you breed when

Indifference learns to procreate.

All this too shall come to pass

When I cap a bullet in your ass.

I bought a hand gun

The day Betty White died

At the age of 99;

Nothing really special, hun,

Just trying to survive.

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imperiallefty · 5 years

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Somewhere else to see my poetry. I’ll probably be emptying out my written archives here so that I can better catalog my work. If you’re new to my work this will be a glimpse into my earlier days as a poet. If you’ve only seen my work on Tumblr then this should also be refreshing.

-r.p.

#imperiallefty #poetrysoup #other poetry sites #poetry #r.p.

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whichgeminitwin-blog · 6 years

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Chronic Pain

There are days my world tilts off its axis

Spinning wildly out of control

Causing me to lose my balance

And the tears begin to flow

I try to catch them before they fall

Afraid to show my weakness

Afraid of spiraling quickly down

Into a river of bleakness

On these days when the pain is strong

And fire burns through every nerve

I turn my eyes up to the heavens

Pray for healing around the next curve

As the sleepless nights add up

And the sandman continues to forget me

Dawning begins to sink right in

That this chronic pain is my reality

~kmb

#poetry #poets on tumblr #chronic illnes #poetrysoup #amatuer poetry

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grandpaswagger · 2 years

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Never Seen It Coming

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Never Saw It Coming

Imprisoned in my mind,

The words that need to be said.

Write down on paper, no binding!

Not to leave them there, grinding.

I'm in an occupied state of being,

I'll be free from this space soon.

I'll break free out of that small place,

Been locked up inside without a tune.

In my head, trying to think clearly,

With the direction being where I am.

The writing exercises,

I need to practice daily.

I thought to myself,

I'll be ok, with that in mind.

Don't get too comfortable,

Your writing won't come comforted.

I need to strive harder,

With my writing on the outside

Instead of the written inside.

Anxiety comes at me in this writing;

I need more air, so I can breathe;

My anxiety has taken, my breath away.

Look's like this is an ending to the end.

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(The moral rights of the author have been asserted)

#writing, #direction, #anxiety

#writing #direction #anxiety

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manyasaxenawrites · 6 years

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To all the females out there.

We know that we are strong. We know that we matter. What we don't know is how amazing every part of our body is. We don't know that we are beautiful inside out and there are people who don't see that. Those who don't see it aren't correct. They are not important, they don't matter. You do, so be you.

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trishsugar1 · 9 months

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Poetry Soup honors Trisha's poetry

Congratulations, this is a quick notice from us here at Poetry Soup to let you know that your poem Journey Through Life is one of the poems being featured on the PoetrySoup home page this week. Journey through Life © (Renku) happiness, the fire forges our steel to withstand pain and thorny times laughter melts metal cold bath sets the steel mettle fine blade to cut life blade wrapped in fine…

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ho3micide · 6 years

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The mother i’ll be

I use to pretend with my baby dolls the type of mother i’d be, when i played house with my girl friends.

one of us was the mean mommy, one of us was the strict mommy, one of us was the leave the baby with the baby sitter mommy, one of us was the different daddy’s 5 babies mommy, one of us was the loving mommy, one of us was the freeing mommy.

it was innocent, to mock the mommies we seen and giggle to transform, what mommy did I want to be?

I use to think of baby names with my first love, we’d tell each other what type of mommy and daddy we wanted to be. How many mini ones we wanted.

How beautiful it’d be me walking around, glowing with a belly full with the creation of love.

How beautiful it’ll be to talk to my belly, to have double heartbeats, to grow and transform, to be waiting to see what beauty love can create.

What kind of mother I’ll be?

I want to be the mother that’s fluid, that’s freeing, that’s understanding, that’s curious, that’s ok with letting go because being a mother means you have a lifetime with a human being that’s forever changing. I want to be the unconditional loving mother, the type of mother that can be trusted.

I always wanted to be that type of mommy.

-k.wooden

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