#NoPoo for Gabriel Book two -Invictus-
Grace
IDryad
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IDryad
Tyrant of Words
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28.7.2021
4.50am
#NoPoo
Us, again
will you be born before me
this time let it be
I'm not there yet dear
missing another lifetime
again, maybe
will I dance alone
in the circle of cycle
travelling back to life
to love, in faith, in devotion
not a day goes by....
missing you.
28.7.2021
4.50am
#NoPoo
Us, again
will you be born before me
this time let it be
I'm not there yet dear
missing another lifetime
again, maybe
will I dance alone
in the circle of cycle
travelling back to life
to love, in faith, in devotion
not a day goes by....
missing you.
AspergerPoet56
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(NoPoo 259) Bewitching Blue
her gorgeous blue eyes
easily captivating
my soul's existence
her gorgeous blue eyes
easily captivating
my soul's existence
_feral
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Fire of Insight
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little savage
deep down those wells for eyes
i believe greatness often skips
a generation in a bloodline,
it's those eyes
that cry thunder and lightning
hoping to strive for something better
than my ancestors ever dreamed of,
the same eyes
that stare into my portrait
having the cheek to inform me
about getting old & hairy
as i wish happy birthdays in kisses
how savage she is;
in all her curiosity for a strange wilderness
befriending humans & beasts
her eyes come across,
a mischievous giggle waiting to erupt
in a vast world
waiting to be shaken by her footprints
wherever she decides to take
her own steps,
a girl who constantly reminds me
you can never erase
the soul of a gypsy
when they've pounded feet
into soil they dare
to walk upon,
i believe
greatness
often skips
a generation
in a bloodline
my little
savage;
walk on
walk on
walk on.
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Grace
IDryad
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IDryad
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28/7/2021
6.27pm
#NoPoo
Solitude
a bird twittering alone
perched on a leafless bush
a rainy day dawn
water trickling down a stream
a rust coloured falling leaf
these shared long ago
they fit today
28/7/2021
6.27pm
#NoPoo
Solitude
a bird twittering alone
perched on a leafless bush
a rainy day dawn
water trickling down a stream
a rust coloured falling leaf
these shared long ago
they fit today
Northern_Soul
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https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/425847-on-escape/
#NoPoo [200]
Whoop whoop! So pleased to have hit the 200 mark… 🥳
#NoPoo [200]
Whoop whoop! So pleased to have hit the 200 mark… 🥳
lepperochan
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Craic-Dealer
Guardian of Shadows
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Ladies and gents
Thanks for keeping this book going. I’ve had some things going on. I’ll be back shortly. your presence and words are much appreciated
Eamonn
Thanks for keeping this book going. I’ve had some things going on. I’ll be back shortly. your presence and words are much appreciated
Eamonn
AspergerPoet56
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Northern_Soul said:https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/425847-on-escape/
#NoPoo [200]
Whoop whoop! So pleased to have hit the 200 mark… 🥳
Congratulations on hiting the double century
#NoPoo [200]
Whoop whoop! So pleased to have hit the 200 mark… 🥳
Congratulations on hiting the double century
_feral
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sixpence air
think of wind
scraping fingers
through your hair,
catching droplets
falling down
from your forehead
how tornadoes
twist in humid rage,
spitting houses
out of their
belly buttons
without a scrap
of mercy
i guess they
don't teach you
how to not fuck
with air signs,
how we spit
everything out
until you
learn what
tornadoes
feel like.
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AspergerPoet56
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(NoPoo 260) Signs Of Sweet Sustenance
recognition of
a heartbeat ~ nourished by love
is seen through the eyes
recognition of
a heartbeat ~ nourished by love
is seen through the eyes
_feral
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Fire of Insight
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celestial thoughts
i sit quietly
listening to
clouded
thoughts
that only
live one way,
understood
in the eyes
of others
who only
care to taste
vanilla clouds
hanging on
blue skies
oh—
how you
haven't
met an
eclipse
yet.
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29.7.21
Northern_Soul
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The spotlight of ugliness within soft, gentle beauty.
To me, it's about total inclusion
because every little nuance
does speak louder than
some signs howling of unity
others, confirming bias
widening , where narrow
is most obvious
looking inside ourselves
taking stock
knowing exactly
where weakness lies—
(should be where we grow)
at times, reevaluating
when shining of inexperience
or as fear soars upon clouded words
with a status quo from yesteryear
easy thoughts roll off the tongue
illuminating disregard
of the all, the whole
that surrounds us from each side
and how impactful
upon every single soul
is this glaring dark discrepancy
when only those deity selected
to be 'soft and tender'
only when beauty proclaims
or when the right ones decide
my heart aches
at the crossroads of emotional hurt
shown, touted and condoned
an unknown (perhaps known)
or feigned?
purposely, though,
I've seen reason enough-
where privilege rallies such favor
instead of the condemnation
that's utterly deserving
where some imagination and beauty
isn't all that it's cracked up to be
when exclusion
is the rip tide
to the smooth current
that flows
in a supposed grace-like prose
#Nopoo. (#252)
AspergerPoet56
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(NoPoo 261) Callused Love
weathered hands felt good
she loved the way they moved slow
across her body
owning those secret places
moaned sigh of satisfaction
weathered hands felt good
she loved the way they moved slow
across her body
owning those secret places
moaned sigh of satisfaction