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Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
26th Apr 2020 11:32pm
26th Apr 2020 11:32pm
A Poet's DNA
Melodic rhyme; a lullaby.
Nurtured ,
In a garden.
Cuddles of sun’s ray,
and lilies
In the valley.
Footsteps…the paths of days,
Past, present....freedom.
Sweetened whirlwinds; the tone of hurricanes,
Trail of lands.
Redemption jingle; cry of peace.
In tongue and decree.
Leak of grief,
astray are they.
Pureness of soul,
Contemplates,
colors,
You and me,
The family.
Live, Love,
A Life
Cherished,
Mesmerized,
Window of creation,
From the sky.
...
Nurtured ,
In a garden.
Cuddles of sun’s ray,
and lilies
In the valley.
Footsteps…the paths of days,
Past, present....freedom.
Sweetened whirlwinds; the tone of hurricanes,
Trail of lands.
Redemption jingle; cry of peace.
In tongue and decree.
Leak of grief,
astray are they.
Pureness of soul,
Contemplates,
colors,
You and me,
The family.
Live, Love,
A Life
Cherished,
Mesmerized,
Window of creation,
From the sky.
...
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
#art
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Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
8th Dec 2019 8:06pm
8th Dec 2019 8:06pm
Introspective Musing Of Yours
Shifts in conjectured breaches,
induced strains of causes,
To manifest elementals,
brain’s contextual capacity of self-preservation,
The inner sensation of a week …
The ending of satisfied beginning..... underway,
The breeze and the heat of the sun on a Sunday…… December 8th
encapsulate the motion,
of dances….
cosmic flow,
incubate vibration of tedious musing,
Exchange of charms for stings of frozen gems,
A twinkle among lands neighboring equator,
Rain....blissful,
hemispherical...
induced strains of causes,
To manifest elementals,
brain’s contextual capacity of self-preservation,
The inner sensation of a week …
The ending of satisfied beginning..... underway,
The breeze and the heat of the sun on a Sunday…… December 8th
encapsulate the motion,
of dances….
cosmic flow,
incubate vibration of tedious musing,
Exchange of charms for stings of frozen gems,
A twinkle among lands neighboring equator,
Rain....blissful,
hemispherical...
#love
#lover
#MyInspiration #crush
#MyInspiration #crush
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11 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
26th Dec 2018 7:54pm
26th Dec 2018 7:54pm
Owl Series: I
Bugs are attracted
to the awashed-orleander pages, a flower
with textual landing strips. Words
flutter resembling a sea under hazy skies
of grass scribbled, a proclamation
of make me more. Pollinate
these thoughtwords and brush them off before
the crush of paper’s weight- them being bugs,
the page isn’t for the owl but for these
who pass it on it on; this it
is a continuity when she feeds. She scrambles
what came before bottled within another
and...
to the awashed-orleander pages, a flower
with textual landing strips. Words
flutter resembling a sea under hazy skies
of grass scribbled, a proclamation
of make me more. Pollinate
these thoughtwords and brush them off before
the crush of paper’s weight- them being bugs,
the page isn’t for the owl but for these
who pass it on it on; this it
is a continuity when she feeds. She scrambles
what came before bottled within another
and...
#countryside
#birds
#narrative
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
22 reads
10 Comments
msbellepoetry43
Poem Published
15th Dec 2024 5:13pm
15th Dec 2024 5:13pm
ABRACADABRA
Abracadabra,
Hocus-pocus,
Vanish into thin air and
out of my focus.
You were the cause of all
of my troubles,
dissappear now and
on the double.
I'm no sorrocer but
one, two, three,
Just a wave of my wand, and
you will no longer Be,
VANQUISH, DEMOLISH and
GO FAR AWAY,
MY WORRIES, MY TROUBLES
will not see
the LIGHT OF DAY!!!!
ABRACADABRA
I VANQUISH
You
NOW!!!
THE NEGATIVE
DISSIPATES and
From this
I SMILE!!!!!
B.R.
Date: 12/14/2024
Hocus-pocus,
Vanish into thin air and
out of my focus.
You were the cause of all
of my troubles,
dissappear now and
on the double.
I'm no sorrocer but
one, two, three,
Just a wave of my wand, and
you will no longer Be,
VANQUISH, DEMOLISH and
GO FAR AWAY,
MY WORRIES, MY TROUBLES
will not see
the LIGHT OF DAY!!!!
ABRACADABRA
I VANQUISH
You
NOW!!!
THE NEGATIVE
DISSIPATES and
From this
I SMILE!!!!!
B.R.
Date: 12/14/2024
#happiness
#motivational
#MyInspiration #uplifting
#MyInspiration #uplifting
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3 Comments
Wordsmith
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 7:26am
18th Dec 2024 7:26am
That Guy
They call me this, they call me that,
The bastard; the rebel; the one who won’t crack
The scarred; the forlorn; the apathetic guy
The one who speaks where silence falls flat
Turning the void into lyrical chat
Yea I’m that guy
Who’s used and abused but still finds his track
Who’s bruised and battered yet always fights back
The scars on my soul are stories I own
Proof that I’ve lived and never bowed alone
I’m that guy; who dives into storms
Finding the rhythm in chaos and forms
The poet of pain; the bard of the streets ...
The bastard; the rebel; the one who won’t crack
The scarred; the forlorn; the apathetic guy
The one who speaks where silence falls flat
Turning the void into lyrical chat
Yea I’m that guy
Who’s used and abused but still finds his track
Who’s bruised and battered yet always fights back
The scars on my soul are stories I own
Proof that I’ve lived and never bowed alone
I’m that guy; who dives into storms
Finding the rhythm in chaos and forms
The poet of pain; the bard of the streets ...
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
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oldmanG
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 4:07pm
12th Nov 2024 4:07pm
Mining Me
Mining Me
Like a miner
With a pick axe
Pieces of memory
Below is unearthed goods
Feeling for the fault line
Coal car on the rails
Carry away my pain
Leave me with deep pools
Of deep thoughts
Letting the world see
Everything
Sifting and with a pan
Looking for gold
In my head
Can’t put it down fast enough
Coursing through my being
Wake up in the night
Tap a few out on my iPhone
Need something for the people
Builds in my head ...
Like a miner
With a pick axe
Pieces of memory
Below is unearthed goods
Feeling for the fault line
Coal car on the rails
Carry away my pain
Leave me with deep pools
Of deep thoughts
Letting the world see
Everything
Sifting and with a pan
Looking for gold
In my head
Can’t put it down fast enough
Coursing through my being
Wake up in the night
Tap a few out on my iPhone
Need something for the people
Builds in my head ...
#LifeAsAWriter
#lyrics
#music #MyInspiration
#music #MyInspiration
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PAR
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:50pm
Yesterday 8:50pm
70's porn movies
When the imbeciles disembark
on the avenues of the favela
where we try to put up with each other,
all the dockers and all the bitches
on the docks and all the saints
of the last church...
Everyone, absolutely all the imbeciles
remain silent waiting
for the great cosmic revolution.
There are police movements
in all the dead ends
of that first world country.
Dead nuns, old doors and cats,
screaming on every
motherfucking rooftop.
on the avenues of the favela
where we try to put up with each other,
all the dockers and all the bitches
on the docks and all the saints
of the last church...
Everyone, absolutely all the imbeciles
remain silent waiting
for the great cosmic revolution.
There are police movements
in all the dead ends
of that first world country.
Dead nuns, old doors and cats,
screaming on every
motherfucking rooftop.
#LifeAsAWriter
#mirror
#MyInspiration
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
41 reads
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
25th Dec 2024 11:35pm
25th Dec 2024 11:35pm
The Barefoot Girl
She's the barefoot girl.
That girl who hates high heels.
That girl on prescription drugs.
The girl who loses her balance on the runaway.
But walks firmly after she's fallen.
She's no Mariah Carey
yet she's darker than Avril Lavigne.
She's...Princess Alia.
The only pop star who doesn't wear makeup
and doesn't hypersexualize things
unless necessary.
The unseen, mature princess
like Esmeralda.
The last one.
That girl who hates high heels.
That girl on prescription drugs.
The girl who loses her balance on the runaway.
But walks firmly after she's fallen.
She's no Mariah Carey
yet she's darker than Avril Lavigne.
She's...Princess Alia.
The only pop star who doesn't wear makeup
and doesn't hypersexualize things
unless necessary.
The unseen, mature princess
like Esmeralda.
The last one.
#MyInspiration
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
45 reads
1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
7th Nov 2024 12:11pm
7th Nov 2024 12:11pm
a fable
A fable
I flew high, but it was hot, my wings were tired
when spotting a well sat on the rim of the well
saw my reflection; yes, I was beautiful, but
noticed a dark shadow behind me
pushing me into the well and looking up
Evil had gone
clawed myself to the top, the Evil sat by the fireside
my talons scratched its eyes out
Evil ran outside, cooling his dead eyes in falling
I'm a silky bird with golden feathers
The evil scream bore man's suffering
Wisdom lost there was a land that had golden sand
lemon trees and jubilant...
I flew high, but it was hot, my wings were tired
when spotting a well sat on the rim of the well
saw my reflection; yes, I was beautiful, but
noticed a dark shadow behind me
pushing me into the well and looking up
Evil had gone
clawed myself to the top, the Evil sat by the fireside
my talons scratched its eyes out
Evil ran outside, cooling his dead eyes in falling
I'm a silky bird with golden feathers
The evil scream bore man's suffering
Wisdom lost there was a land that had golden sand
lemon trees and jubilant...
#MyInspiration
#passion
#PowerOfWords
#reading
#WritersBlock
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oldmanG
Poem Published
28th Dec 2024 4:48am
28th Dec 2024 4:48am
Slayed with Curses(Saved with Words)
Slayed with curses
Saved with words on pages
Of my iPhone screen
But to me
It’s like I put it down
On the Declaration
Of Independence
Depends on me
But I’m Growing
in Confidence
1776 But 1980
In my Sunburn
Look through my life
Layered down on an Apple
Saved with words on pages
Of my iPhone screen
But to me
It’s like I put it down
On the Declaration
Of Independence
Depends on me
But I’m Growing
in Confidence
1776 But 1980
In my Sunburn
Look through my life
Layered down on an Apple
#art
#MyInspiration
#passion
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oskar
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2024 11:20am
22nd Oct 2024 11:20am
a cold snap
cold environment
In the flat farming landscape
the soil had frozen solid in the absence of snow
in a hollow, rain had made a lake
where he could go try skating after the animals
had been seen to
when he opened the door to the stalls, the cows
mooed wanted milking and stalls cleaned
with fresh straws
sheep and goats, taken into the barn
were the first to let out when there was a thaw
with his job done, washed his hands in
the scullery kitchen ate big slices of homemade bread, cheese, marmalade, and milk
the tiny lake...
In the flat farming landscape
the soil had frozen solid in the absence of snow
in a hollow, rain had made a lake
where he could go try skating after the animals
had been seen to
when he opened the door to the stalls, the cows
mooed wanted milking and stalls cleaned
with fresh straws
sheep and goats, taken into the barn
were the first to let out when there was a thaw
with his job done, washed his hands in
the scullery kitchen ate big slices of homemade bread, cheese, marmalade, and milk
the tiny lake...
#books
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration #reading
#MyInspiration #reading
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a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
21st Dec 2024 8:35pm
21st Dec 2024 8:35pm
Tattoo
With ink i want to paint on my skin,
To mark there all my little burning loves,
But wait,
They are so much,
So
What to choose,
A silhouette girl embracing the glittering sparkling white and
Grey round earth,
Shining like the moon at night.
Or
Something on my my thigh,
Maybe some blue flower,
with thick veins and curly alive
Branches.
I want it to be beautiful like the bloom,
Or some red beautiful bird,
Right there on my neck.
I want it in red and orange colour.
Sweet and with a long...
To mark there all my little burning loves,
But wait,
They are so much,
So
What to choose,
A silhouette girl embracing the glittering sparkling white and
Grey round earth,
Shining like the moon at night.
Or
Something on my my thigh,
Maybe some blue flower,
with thick veins and curly alive
Branches.
I want it to be beautiful like the bloom,
Or some red beautiful bird,
Right there on my neck.
I want it in red and orange colour.
Sweet and with a long...
#MyInspiration
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4 Comments
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