Poems About No Poo Published by Members Recently Online
#NoPoo
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2022 7:57pm
2nd Nov 2022 7:57pm
boldness in the hereafter
i.
the weight
left behind
was dense
almost sticky
as it hung in air
adhering him
everywhere
ii.
Freedom
is kaleidoscopic
i grow my power
stronger
bit by bit
reinforcing
consequences
of new choices
anytime
anyplace
with anyone
anywhere
reborn,
with that unrepentant
nature
i thought died
when he did.
iii.
Reaching out,
grasping
tightly
with both hands ...
the weight
left behind
was dense
almost sticky
as it hung in air
adhering him
everywhere
ii.
Freedom
is kaleidoscopic
i grow my power
stronger
bit by bit
reinforcing
consequences
of new choices
anytime
anyplace
with anyone
anywhere
reborn,
with that unrepentant
nature
i thought died
when he did.
iii.
Reaching out,
grasping
tightly
with both hands ...
#freedom
#escape
#SelfDiscovery
#separation
#NoPoo
898 reads
69 Comments
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2022 7:57pm
2nd Nov 2022 7:57pm
boldness in the hereafter
i.
the weight
left behind
was dense
almost sticky
as it hung in air
adhering him
everywhere
ii.
Freedom
is kaleidoscopic
i grow my power
stronger
bit by bit
reinforcing
consequences
of new choices
anytime
anyplace
with anyone
anywhere
reborn,
with that unrepentant
nature
i thought died
when he did.
iii.
Reaching out,
grasping
tightly
with both hands ...
the weight
left behind
was dense
almost sticky
as it hung in air
adhering him
everywhere
ii.
Freedom
is kaleidoscopic
i grow my power
stronger
bit by bit
reinforcing
consequences
of new choices
anytime
anyplace
with anyone
anywhere
reborn,
with that unrepentant
nature
i thought died
when he did.
iii.
Reaching out,
grasping
tightly
with both hands ...
#freedom
#escape
#SelfDiscovery
#separation
#NoPoo
898 reads
69 Comments
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2022 7:57pm
2nd Nov 2022 7:57pm
boldness in the hereafter
i.
the weight
left behind
was dense
almost sticky
as it hung in air
adhering him
everywhere
ii.
Freedom
is kaleidoscopic
i grow my power
stronger
bit by bit
reinforcing
consequences
of new choices
anytime
anyplace
with anyone
anywhere
reborn,
with that unrepentant
nature
i thought died
when he did.
iii.
Reaching out,
grasping
tightly
with both hands ...
the weight
left behind
was dense
almost sticky
as it hung in air
adhering him
everywhere
ii.
Freedom
is kaleidoscopic
i grow my power
stronger
bit by bit
reinforcing
consequences
of new choices
anytime
anyplace
with anyone
anywhere
reborn,
with that unrepentant
nature
i thought died
when he did.
iii.
Reaching out,
grasping
tightly
with both hands ...
#freedom
#escape
#SelfDiscovery
#separation
#NoPoo
898 reads
69 Comments
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2022 7:57pm
2nd Nov 2022 7:57pm
boldness in the hereafter
i.
the weight
left behind
was dense
almost sticky
as it hung in air
adhering him
everywhere
ii.
Freedom
is kaleidoscopic
i grow my power
stronger
bit by bit
reinforcing
consequences
of new choices
anytime
anyplace
with anyone
anywhere
reborn,
with that unrepentant
nature
i thought died
when he did.
iii.
Reaching out,
grasping
tightly
with both hands ...
the weight
left behind
was dense
almost sticky
as it hung in air
adhering him
everywhere
ii.
Freedom
is kaleidoscopic
i grow my power
stronger
bit by bit
reinforcing
consequences
of new choices
anytime
anyplace
with anyone
anywhere
reborn,
with that unrepentant
nature
i thought died
when he did.
iii.
Reaching out,
grasping
tightly
with both hands ...
#freedom
#escape
#SelfDiscovery
#separation
#NoPoo
898 reads
69 Comments
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2022 7:57pm
2nd Nov 2022 7:57pm
boldness in the hereafter
i.
the weight
left behind
was dense
almost sticky
as it hung in air
adhering him
everywhere
ii.
Freedom
is kaleidoscopic
i grow my power
stronger
bit by bit
reinforcing
consequences
of new choices
anytime
anyplace
with anyone
anywhere
reborn,
with that unrepentant
nature
i thought died
when he did.
iii.
Reaching out,
grasping
tightly
with both hands ...
the weight
left behind
was dense
almost sticky
as it hung in air
adhering him
everywhere
ii.
Freedom
is kaleidoscopic
i grow my power
stronger
bit by bit
reinforcing
consequences
of new choices
anytime
anyplace
with anyone
anywhere
reborn,
with that unrepentant
nature
i thought died
when he did.
iii.
Reaching out,
grasping
tightly
with both hands ...
#freedom
#escape
#SelfDiscovery
#separation
#NoPoo
898 reads
69 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
12th May 2023 6:06pm
12th May 2023 6:06pm
the simple life
The simple life
“I don’t know where to go if I win on
the lottery, but one thing is sure, I can afford to go there.”
He looked at his sentence; it didn’t sound the right way
the words were laboured it didn’t light up the paper
in an invitation to write more
Everything had been difficult lately; words slipped from
his mind before he could catch them.
Like finding your way to the railway station in an unknown
town a foggy day; when screams are muffled and no one
around except bewildered dogs.
He thought of the day when sitting on a...
“I don’t know where to go if I win on
the lottery, but one thing is sure, I can afford to go there.”
He looked at his sentence; it didn’t sound the right way
the words were laboured it didn’t light up the paper
in an invitation to write more
Everything had been difficult lately; words slipped from
his mind before he could catch them.
Like finding your way to the railway station in an unknown
town a foggy day; when screams are muffled and no one
around except bewildered dogs.
He thought of the day when sitting on a...
#WorldPoetryDay
#NoPoo
207 reads
1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
12th May 2023 6:06pm
12th May 2023 6:06pm
the simple life
The simple life
“I don’t know where to go if I win on
the lottery, but one thing is sure, I can afford to go there.”
He looked at his sentence; it didn’t sound the right way
the words were laboured it didn’t light up the paper
in an invitation to write more
Everything had been difficult lately; words slipped from
his mind before he could catch them.
Like finding your way to the railway station in an unknown
town a foggy day; when screams are muffled and no one
around except bewildered dogs.
He thought of the day when sitting on a...
“I don’t know where to go if I win on
the lottery, but one thing is sure, I can afford to go there.”
He looked at his sentence; it didn’t sound the right way
the words were laboured it didn’t light up the paper
in an invitation to write more
Everything had been difficult lately; words slipped from
his mind before he could catch them.
Like finding your way to the railway station in an unknown
town a foggy day; when screams are muffled and no one
around except bewildered dogs.
He thought of the day when sitting on a...
#WorldPoetryDay
#NoPoo
207 reads
1 Comment
Cipher_O
Poem Published
17th Jun 2021 10:19am
17th Jun 2021 10:19am
Magi
I see too much...
and seeing is knowing
I know too much...
and knowledge is love
I love too much...
and love is pain
And…
Pain feels like the end of things.
because…
Pain ushers in the sin of nothing.
A crescendo of silence
that contains such expansive openings.
Memories
&
Reflection
The seas of rejection & dejection
The solitude of alienation
&
Aftermaths of creation
because…
Creativity addresses
possesses
discards ...
and seeing is knowing
I know too much...
and knowledge is love
I love too much...
and love is pain
And…
Pain feels like the end of things.
because…
Pain ushers in the sin of nothing.
A crescendo of silence
that contains such expansive openings.
Memories
&
Reflection
The seas of rejection & dejection
The solitude of alienation
&
Aftermaths of creation
because…
Creativity addresses
possesses
discards ...
#beauty
#storm
#PowerOfWords
#magic
#NoPoo
538 reads
4 Comments
Cipher_O
Poem Published
17th Jun 2021 10:19am
17th Jun 2021 10:19am
Magi
I see too much...
and seeing is knowing
I know too much...
and knowledge is love
I love too much...
and love is pain
And…
Pain feels like the end of things.
because…
Pain ushers in the sin of nothing.
A crescendo of silence
that contains such expansive openings.
Memories
&
Reflection
The seas of rejection & dejection
The solitude of alienation
&
Aftermaths of creation
because…
Creativity addresses
possesses
discards ...
and seeing is knowing
I know too much...
and knowledge is love
I love too much...
and love is pain
And…
Pain feels like the end of things.
because…
Pain ushers in the sin of nothing.
A crescendo of silence
that contains such expansive openings.
Memories
&
Reflection
The seas of rejection & dejection
The solitude of alienation
&
Aftermaths of creation
because…
Creativity addresses
possesses
discards ...
#beauty
#storm
#PowerOfWords
#magic
#NoPoo
538 reads
4 Comments
Cipher_O
Poem Published
17th Jun 2021 10:19am
17th Jun 2021 10:19am
Magi
I see too much...
and seeing is knowing
I know too much...
and knowledge is love
I love too much...
and love is pain
And…
Pain feels like the end of things.
because…
Pain ushers in the sin of nothing.
A crescendo of silence
that contains such expansive openings.
Memories
&
Reflection
The seas of rejection & dejection
The solitude of alienation
&
Aftermaths of creation
because…
Creativity addresses
possesses
discards ...
and seeing is knowing
I know too much...
and knowledge is love
I love too much...
and love is pain
And…
Pain feels like the end of things.
because…
Pain ushers in the sin of nothing.
A crescendo of silence
that contains such expansive openings.
Memories
&
Reflection
The seas of rejection & dejection
The solitude of alienation
&
Aftermaths of creation
because…
Creativity addresses
possesses
discards ...
#beauty
#storm
#PowerOfWords
#magic
#NoPoo
538 reads
4 Comments
Cipher_O
Poem Published
17th Jun 2021 10:19am
17th Jun 2021 10:19am
Magi
I see too much...
and seeing is knowing
I know too much...
and knowledge is love
I love too much...
and love is pain
And…
Pain feels like the end of things.
because…
Pain ushers in the sin of nothing.
A crescendo of silence
that contains such expansive openings.
Memories
&
Reflection
The seas of rejection & dejection
The solitude of alienation
&
Aftermaths of creation
because…
Creativity addresses
possesses
discards ...
and seeing is knowing
I know too much...
and knowledge is love
I love too much...
and love is pain
And…
Pain feels like the end of things.
because…
Pain ushers in the sin of nothing.
A crescendo of silence
that contains such expansive openings.
Memories
&
Reflection
The seas of rejection & dejection
The solitude of alienation
&
Aftermaths of creation
because…
Creativity addresses
possesses
discards ...
#beauty
#storm
#PowerOfWords
#magic
#NoPoo
538 reads
4 Comments
Cipher_O
Poem Published
17th Jun 2021 10:19am
17th Jun 2021 10:19am
Magi
I see too much...
and seeing is knowing
I know too much...
and knowledge is love
I love too much...
and love is pain
And…
Pain feels like the end of things.
because…
Pain ushers in the sin of nothing.
A crescendo of silence
that contains such expansive openings.
Memories
&
Reflection
The seas of rejection & dejection
The solitude of alienation
&
Aftermaths of creation
because…
Creativity addresses
possesses
discards ...
and seeing is knowing
I know too much...
and knowledge is love
I love too much...
and love is pain
And…
Pain feels like the end of things.
because…
Pain ushers in the sin of nothing.
A crescendo of silence
that contains such expansive openings.
Memories
&
Reflection
The seas of rejection & dejection
The solitude of alienation
&
Aftermaths of creation
because…
Creativity addresses
possesses
discards ...
#beauty
#storm
#PowerOfWords
#magic
#NoPoo
538 reads
4 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About No Poo Published by Members Recently Online
