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murryn-payne · 2 months
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my first publication! I was selected as one of fifteen winners in Button Poetry's AWP Short Form contest. This was a surprise for me, as I had entered mostly as a 'what if' sort of thing, but also because I don't typically consider myself a poet.
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Kissing a girl in the Dallas airport
tastes like lemonade, brisket
cheap diesel
It forms a pit in your stomach
like before takeoff
And she doesn't kiss back
already moving on to the new part of the sky
Everything is bigger in Texas
that includes empty skies
and what ifs
And the bluebells are in your hair
The lemonade sweet lingers, puckers,
That's okay,
Maybe we didn't kiss her goodbye anyway
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i call this ‘former catholic lesbianism’
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vertigo-unbound · 1 year
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echo of her voice floating formless within me. like falling shepard's tone pitiless until it sinks its teeth and consumes every last inch of me
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fleurpoetic-blog · 1 year
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Study in Scarlet
You said kissing me was a study in scarlet.  
Flushed cheeks and cherry red lips.  
Do all little fires burn as bright as this?  
© Fleur Poetic 2023
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castielhoney · 1 year
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one day, you will grow up
and your arms won't feel so sore
and you won't carry around
the weight of your father's world
anymore.
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abxpoint · 11 months
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Here it comes
A sunny day and
I’m feelin’ you again
My beating feet and wandering mind
Here it comes
One more toke
Breathing in smoke
And I’m back on your eyes
Here it comes
Swept up in the sea
I filmed a bee and wished
You would so admire me
Here it comes
My chance to see
Taking your sweet time but
I’ve been waiting on you all my life
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polymid · 1 year
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The Need To Go
the need to go ever emerging somewhere in the body either physical or mental turns out they're the same
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honey-milk-poetry · 2 months
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PotD #46: Luck
Four-leaf clover,
flipping over.
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puckwritesstuff · 1 year
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National Poetry Month - Day 2
I don’t know
how to ask.
But I did anyways,
and you
said
“Yes.”
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I don't write a lot of short form poetry, but this one just sort of came to me after a few conversations I've had lately. I need to remind myself to speak up more often.
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fagtasmogoria · 1 year
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we're all in agreeance that being a nicotine fiend is about the faggiest thing a man can do, yes? why are you, as a man, holding a phallic object between your lips? and why are you, a man, addicted to this? do you need the rush that only something cylindrical between your lips can provide? do you have a freudian oral fixation? I have the perfect solution for you, boy. open wide and don't bite.
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vlfgrim · 1 year
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“Self-Destruction,” C.McLean, 2021
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redolentwinter · 2 years
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A life is lived but in moments of solitude something’s amiss 
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abxpoint · 1 year
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