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getcareless · 2 days

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Triolet Poem #62

Some will still bite the hand that feeds, yet they will still beg you for more. More flames are all a fire needs. Some will still bite the hand that feeds. Follow the light, see where it leads, we don't need reasons to lie for. Some will still bite the hand that feeds, yet they will still beg you for more.

"The Hand That Feeds", JEP

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ad-venturism · 3 days

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MINDFULNESS. Even a clean house needs dusting. It is clean because it is cleaned. even a clear mind needs breathing. It is clear because it is cleared. There is no life but what is lived. Everything is real though a false perception can weaken a home and clutter a mind. Every moment is a now, every moment begins anew.

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definegodliness · 2 months

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Kills me to see you

It kills me to see you happy.

There. I said it. But don't you think for a minute It's without guilt.

I hate my heart for breaking When I see you smile; the light in your eyes, And in knowing Why You have been playing,

I'm walking on sunshine, By Katrina & the Waves.

Singing along, Riding your dopamine high; you — On top of the world.

Kicks my face in the dirt.

I'm ashamed To say it, envy ridden, Because you are all I can see, And you have, apparently, never seen me

That way.

I should be happy for you, but I can't Because your sunshine is my rain; My endless, billowing clouds of grey.

You used to Hug them all away, But I wanted to kiss you, too… okay?

You're my best friend, But I want you to be so much more, And I kill my self each time I have to pretend I am happy for you both.

--- 13-2-2024, M.A. Tempels ©

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the-sum-of-many-poets · 1 month

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salem

around sunset

the sow

leapt four feet in the air

gave one squeak & fell down dead

the farmer’s banjo arm

a cursed ear

clutched in his palm

& the perley’s sick cow

who went mad

ran into the pond & drowned itself

surely the raving tree

slave to the wind

spoke a proposition through the leaves

found a restless soul

obsequious & broken

& claimed it

this harlequin woman

jinxed the village with a strand of her hair

once

she even uttered a poem

conjuring sweet ambergris from plague

blame belongs with her

in the ground

in the crevice with elizabeth howe

the witch’s mark upon her

away from the sycamore & its wooing limbs

the trials of piously high anxieties

already the genius

draws a diagram for killing

ann putnam junior

her most aggressive accuser

laments

fourteen years later

walks the ruins of her own future

what could a twelve year old know of executions

the piss & shit of hangings

what furrows a child’s mind

ask the mother

ask the wasp in her mouth

feeding a puritan’s satan fetish

a small gnarly man they say

with cloven feet

approximately the height of a walking stick

first comes anger

followed by mischief

fools

he is the walking stick

& who will carefully

lovingly guide

the blind widow of elizabeth howe

©️david sichler

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luciblackanima · 2 months

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immiserate.

I am the muse to his misery - a magnifier of madness. This is our transformation. A tapestry of perspectives unfurls from our words, and what are we but storytellers breathing life into ancient tales anew? Our reflections thrive on the raw poetry that adorns our whispered lines. Still, I remain his muse in anguish. We entrench ourselves in the shadows, those cast by the insatiable—whether lured by desire, faith, or cruelty. You stand as the edifice of my adulation. The cacophony of our chaos resounds, tempestuous and ruinous. Separation sharpens our longing. We toy with our finite, tormented flesh. In this dance, a macabre ballet, we spin. I am the muse to your misery, too.

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abrighterspark · 14 days

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11. posture

sit taller, sit brighter

stand stronger, stand lighter

grace becomes you; fills the space

pride of posture in your gaze

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fleurpoetic-blog · 11 months

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I can feel it when I sleep.

I feel it when I walk.

Gnawing at my heels.

Even in the most soothing of lights, I can't sit still.

Voids have a nagging, clawing and cavernous way,

of begging to be filled.

"Voids" © Fleur Poetic 2023

Image Credit- Daniel Jensen on Unsplash.com

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psylynt-p · 6 months

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[all I have to give]

don't really know

how to let go or let

whatever in. if it

could be an option, I

might choose eternal silence

and stillness, as there's when

I feel the most peace. and

it's not great, not joyous or

exciting, doesn't inspire

me at all... but

I'm okay with that. I don't mind

nothingness, for I feel

it's the most honest expression

of existence.

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where was I before now?

where will I be after?

I hear Death whisper

the most beautiful poetry.

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anonnotsoanon · 2 years

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like a flower in a barren field i bloomed for you

rain and sunshine you made me feel brand new

like a flower in a barren field you picked me up

without my roots i slowly become a nobody

like a dead flower you threw me away after i died for you

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unnaturalmind · 8 months

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Unforgivable

Turn the loans back on With the flip of a switch But don't tax the rich Don't tax the religious Instead, just dangle the prize Student loan forgiveness To keep them in line

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getcareless · 2 months

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Triolet Poem #30

I heard it takes two to tango. You'll see me moving to the beat. I'm an offensive commando. I heard it takes two to tango. It's a firefight 'til one stands though. Instead we're grooving in the heat. I heard it takes two to tango. You'll see me moving to the beat.

"Two To Tango", JEP

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ad-venturism · 29 days

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i have a pale green typewriter i want to bring to the park, i will find shade and sit with my legs crossed and the keys crossing, i will watch people cross my patch of grass, and i will offer in Chinese to write them a poem in English. just give me 3 words, any 3 words, you can wait in the sun or the shadow, I will study you, write a portrait of you, imagine what it's like to fall in love with you, to picture how you groom hair, face, legs, how you talk when furious about strangers and the heat. we will see.

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definegodliness · 3 months

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You lied — But I've come to realize It doesn't matter Whether and why you did so To me, to yourself; to us both At the same time… It only hurt because I believed you. Therein I Was at fault.

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the-sum-of-many-poets · 3 months

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between the brenta & the sile

santa sofia’s gothic fingers

pick the locks of the city

a foundry of clandestine meetings

& we are

a bridge of sighs

beguiled

confessing to the long shadows

ancient salt traders

watching buildings plunge into the water

iridescent on the murky emerald

like phantoms on a staircase

sometimes a garland

sometimes a wreath

these submissive ships

move through the canals & islands

romance petrified on their walls

crumbling & edified

carrying lagoon dwellers & winged lions

how they transcend

the hem of piss & vomit left by day trippers

& we rally this crooked masterpiece

we will not forsake

its dim lost corners of sorrow

& love

a wick of light

turning with the gardenia’s caramel perfume

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luciblackanima · 2 months

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disbound.

I knew it would only take this long

for you to see the light in me

that has long since faded.

I am different shades of shadows

in the volumes of my essence,

each new chapter a display of

grays, and blacks and if you’re lucky,

there’s a tint of magenta too.

I am a shaking page of ink blotches,

deformed by fate’s cruel hand -

a forgotten manuscript,

lines of black-on-white screaming

about the relentless erosion of hope.

With you, my sentences have meaning,

my shadows have an emanating glow,

that wields its axe against the darkness

to gift the phrase to my lips of

‘I’ and ‘love’ and ‘you’.

I knew it would only take this long

for you to read the dusk in me;

echoing in the margins of my existence

“I see your light”.

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abrighterspark · 5 months

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piece together

my patchwork soul

select each emerald thread

sew, with care, and intent to mend

the parts where love leaves holes

#mended soul #broken soul #heartbroken #poems #poetry #writerscreed #poets and writers #spilled poetry #poetry about love #poetry about heartbreak #old souls #mended heart #holes in heart #rejectscorner

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