World Poetry Day Published by Members Recently Online Poems
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Spilled red and blue - solid yet anew
It’s bricks
and clouds
and trees
and bees,
tears
and glee
melting into
an earthly
cauldron of
universal
spit and
love.
and clouds
and trees
and bees,
tears
and glee
melting into
an earthly
cauldron of
universal
spit and
love.
#love
#earth
#universe
#spiritual
#WorldPoetryDay
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Spilled red and blue - solid yet anew
It’s bricks
and clouds
and trees
and bees,
tears
and glee
melting into
an earthly
cauldron of
universal
spit and
love.
and clouds
and trees
and bees,
tears
and glee
melting into
an earthly
cauldron of
universal
spit and
love.
#love
#earth
#universe
#spiritual
#WorldPoetryDay
593 reads
12 Comments
Spilled red and blue - solid yet anew
It’s bricks
and clouds
and trees
and bees,
tears
and glee
melting into
an earthly
cauldron of
universal
spit and
love.
and clouds
and trees
and bees,
tears
and glee
melting into
an earthly
cauldron of
universal
spit and
love.
#love
#earth
#universe
#spiritual
#WorldPoetryDay
593 reads
12 Comments
Spilled red and blue - solid yet anew
It’s bricks
and clouds
and trees
and bees,
tears
and glee
melting into
an earthly
cauldron of
universal
spit and
love.
and clouds
and trees
and bees,
tears
and glee
melting into
an earthly
cauldron of
universal
spit and
love.
#love
#earth
#universe
#spiritual
#WorldPoetryDay
593 reads
12 Comments
Spilled red and blue - solid yet anew
It’s bricks
and clouds
and trees
and bees,
tears
and glee
melting into
an earthly
cauldron of
universal
spit and
love.
and clouds
and trees
and bees,
tears
and glee
melting into
an earthly
cauldron of
universal
spit and
love.
#love
#earth
#universe
#spiritual
#WorldPoetryDay
593 reads
12 Comments
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
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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
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1 Comment
Poetry Is...
Poetry is language
unravelled, unfettered,
unfaltered, unwound,
poetry sees itself as all things
unbound
in reaching, teaching,
leaning toward the light
in guiding a promise to
garner insight,
poetry is letting go
of the you that everyone knows,
poetry is you unmasked,
from within your emerging past,
a full circle of finding yourself
ending where you began
writing your name for the
first time,
who knew you had volumes
hidden inside..
unravelled, unfettered,
unfaltered, unwound,
poetry sees itself as all things
unbound
in reaching, teaching,
leaning toward the light
in guiding a promise to
garner insight,
poetry is letting go
of the you that everyone knows,
poetry is you unmasked,
from within your emerging past,
a full circle of finding yourself
ending where you began
writing your name for the
first time,
who knew you had volumes
hidden inside..
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#WorldPoetryDay
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Poetry Is...
Poetry is language
unravelled, unfettered,
unfaltered, unwound,
poetry sees itself as all things
unbound
in reaching, teaching,
leaning toward the light
in guiding a promise to
garner insight,
poetry is letting go
of the you that everyone knows,
poetry is you unmasked,
from within your emerging past,
a full circle of finding yourself
ending where you began
writing your name for the
first time,
who knew you had volumes
hidden inside..
unravelled, unfettered,
unfaltered, unwound,
poetry sees itself as all things
unbound
in reaching, teaching,
leaning toward the light
in guiding a promise to
garner insight,
poetry is letting go
of the you that everyone knows,
poetry is you unmasked,
from within your emerging past,
a full circle of finding yourself
ending where you began
writing your name for the
first time,
who knew you had volumes
hidden inside..
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#WorldPoetryDay
1087 reads
17 Comments
Poetry Is...
Poetry is language
unravelled, unfettered,
unfaltered, unwound,
poetry sees itself as all things
unbound
in reaching, teaching,
leaning toward the light
in guiding a promise to
garner insight,
poetry is letting go
of the you that everyone knows,
poetry is you unmasked,
from within your emerging past,
a full circle of finding yourself
ending where you began
writing your name for the
first time,
who knew you had volumes
hidden inside..
unravelled, unfettered,
unfaltered, unwound,
poetry sees itself as all things
unbound
in reaching, teaching,
leaning toward the light
in guiding a promise to
garner insight,
poetry is letting go
of the you that everyone knows,
poetry is you unmasked,
from within your emerging past,
a full circle of finding yourself
ending where you began
writing your name for the
first time,
who knew you had volumes
hidden inside..
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#WorldPoetryDay
1087 reads
17 Comments
DU Poetry : World Poetry Day Published by Members Recently Online Poems