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Lust
Today in the uk
Is national poetry day
But i say
In a very tremulous way
Aware of all my fears
Tis time for international peace day
That lasts for years, and years
But Utopean dreams are fantasy
Ive oft thought this before
The sad reality we live in
Is mankinds lust for war
So no verse will ever change this
No matter how sincere, and raw
Will never prevent the blood lust
For those desiring war
by Jemia
Is national poetry day
But i say
In a very tremulous way
Aware of all my fears
Tis time for international peace day
That lasts for years, and years
But Utopean dreams are fantasy
Ive oft thought this before
The sad reality we live in
Is mankinds lust for war
So no verse will ever change this
No matter how sincere, and raw
Will never prevent the blood lust
For those desiring war
by Jemia
#despair
#humankind
#war #WritingPoetry
#war #WritingPoetry
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Her Words
Like misting rain on a still pond
First snowflakes on dewed grass
Soft hush of natures pull
Clear path before you still
Tiny feet traveling unseen
Weaving a web for life
Pollinating a flower to blooming
The pre-dawn before awakening
Crafted so delicately
Yet with hammering impact
Splitting the moments into fractures
Each ingredient measured to manufacture
A sunbeam slicing through dark
Her words pierce me so gently
Filling me with wonder and awe
With wisdom and feeling falling all 'round
First snowflakes on dewed grass
Soft hush of natures pull
Clear path before you still
Tiny feet traveling unseen
Weaving a web for life
Pollinating a flower to blooming
The pre-dawn before awakening
Crafted so delicately
Yet with hammering impact
Splitting the moments into fractures
Each ingredient measured to manufacture
A sunbeam slicing through dark
Her words pierce me so gently
Filling me with wonder and awe
With wisdom and feeling falling all 'round
#love
#WritingPoetry
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What is Poetry...
What is poetry but a history of the human heart,
its joys and aches woven through time,
a thread of truth spun by countless hands.
All poets speak the same language,
wrestling with the same restless spirits:
fear, love, death, longing, adventure, failure.
We are seekers of what lies beneath,
hunters of shadows and light.
The pleasure of rhythm,
the echoes of sound—
words that feel more
and mean better.
We stretch them across the silence,
carry them from the known
to the uncharted,
wild, unhinged, ...
its joys and aches woven through time,
a thread of truth spun by countless hands.
All poets speak the same language,
wrestling with the same restless spirits:
fear, love, death, longing, adventure, failure.
We are seekers of what lies beneath,
hunters of shadows and light.
The pleasure of rhythm,
the echoes of sound—
words that feel more
and mean better.
We stretch them across the silence,
carry them from the known
to the uncharted,
wild, unhinged, ...
#LifeAsAWriter
#PowerOfWords
#WritingPoetry
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I Nose My Prose!
Words flow from me
Like a runny nose
Fluid inspiration
Like nasal condensation
However: a blocked nose
Is no good for prose
It all goes skew-whiff
If you can't even sniff
And if one sneezes
Words flow quickly on the breezes
Scattered, wild, and untamed
Passions now contagious, and inflamed
I'll follow my instincts, and not my nose
Where this will take me, nobody knows
So i'll have a quick snifter, not a sniff
Liquid inspiration, as i fall off a cliff
My instincts proved, thus to be wrong ...
Like a runny nose
Fluid inspiration
Like nasal condensation
However: a blocked nose
Is no good for prose
It all goes skew-whiff
If you can't even sniff
And if one sneezes
Words flow quickly on the breezes
Scattered, wild, and untamed
Passions now contagious, and inflamed
I'll follow my instincts, and not my nose
Where this will take me, nobody knows
So i'll have a quick snifter, not a sniff
Liquid inspiration, as i fall off a cliff
My instincts proved, thus to be wrong ...
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#parody
#satirical
#WritingPoetry
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Fake Ass
What if we swapped that tiny
dancer in the music box,
For a stripper on a pole,
In the heat of intoxicated thoughts?
Drunk and jealousy, trust me,
don't mix,
Friction ignites where emotions twist.
Was it a fight over a customer’s gaze,
Or did beauty alone set
the stage ablaze?
I wasn't in her mind, so I couldn't know,
The tension that simmered,
ready to blow.
One stood on the side stage,
the other with a client,
Corona's in hand, the day shift riot, ...
dancer in the music box,
For a stripper on a pole,
In the heat of intoxicated thoughts?
Drunk and jealousy, trust me,
don't mix,
Friction ignites where emotions twist.
Was it a fight over a customer’s gaze,
Or did beauty alone set
the stage ablaze?
I wasn't in her mind, so I couldn't know,
The tension that simmered,
ready to blow.
One stood on the side stage,
the other with a client,
Corona's in hand, the day shift riot, ...
#anger
#conflict
#hate
#violence
#WritingPoetry
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Asymmetrical
Contorted reasoning
with an assorted seasoning
of flavored bullshit.
I tried to savor it as it hit.
Alas, ignorance was bliss.
Your traveling kisses
believed to be wholesome,
delivered too late; I succumbed.
Knelt with tears seeping
through my fingers, keeping
what was left of me whole.
Strikes against my soul.
Still, I felt hopeful, so I waited
while good memories faded.
Eventually revealing
that we were not healing.
I softly inhaled, then a hard sigh
because you never even tried.
with an assorted seasoning
of flavored bullshit.
I tried to savor it as it hit.
Alas, ignorance was bliss.
Your traveling kisses
believed to be wholesome,
delivered too late; I succumbed.
Knelt with tears seeping
through my fingers, keeping
what was left of me whole.
Strikes against my soul.
Still, I felt hopeful, so I waited
while good memories faded.
Eventually revealing
that we were not healing.
I softly inhaled, then a hard sigh
because you never even tried.
#rhyming
#WritingPoetry
#UnrequitedLove #hurt
#UnrequitedLove #hurt
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The Lazy Poet
Should i shoot down
An Albatross?
Would this be justfiable
As i have decided
To write with a quill
Also
Because of this
Bump off a few Octopusses
For their ink
And slaughter a Calf
For the vellum
So i can then write poetry
In the traditional manner!
But i'm lethargic, and lazy
So i bought a pack of biros instead!
by Jemia
An Albatross?
Would this be justfiable
As i have decided
To write with a quill
Also
Because of this
Bump off a few Octopusses
For their ink
And slaughter a Calf
For the vellum
So i can then write poetry
In the traditional manner!
But i'm lethargic, and lazy
So i bought a pack of biros instead!
by Jemia
#funny
#satirical
#WritingPoetry
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A Best Seed of Love
My muse is here, seeds in my heart abyss
invokes a soul to wake and open up
a solid earth shall treasure such a bliss
and oceans are spared for me to grow up.
A best seed of Love, a soul, ever to grace
reaching my soil, digging up my gardens
the scent of divine, the mystery of space
enlightens my spirit and my Self heartens.
A flame of Life meant to glow and brighten
the darkest of dark and every sealed whole
the core of awareness, to touch and heighten
lit paths to walk and ascend, one is my dole.
Intense powers...
invokes a soul to wake and open up
a solid earth shall treasure such a bliss
and oceans are spared for me to grow up.
A best seed of Love, a soul, ever to grace
reaching my soil, digging up my gardens
the scent of divine, the mystery of space
enlightens my spirit and my Self heartens.
A flame of Life meant to glow and brighten
the darkest of dark and every sealed whole
the core of awareness, to touch and heighten
lit paths to walk and ascend, one is my dole.
Intense powers...
#admiration
#gratitude
#inspirational
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry
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The In-between
We share alikeness; you and I,
we can play well together.
Sit and calm yourself, do try;
I have deemed us birds of a feather.
Do not get yourself in a tizzy;
oblivion is not all bad.
Please sit down; you are making me dizzy.
Shed no tears, no reason to be sad,
for we sit at the center of it all.
Hold your head high with pride.
The contrasting ends give us a call
and we get to play both sides.
we can play well together.
Sit and calm yourself, do try;
I have deemed us birds of a feather.
Do not get yourself in a tizzy;
oblivion is not all bad.
Please sit down; you are making me dizzy.
Shed no tears, no reason to be sad,
for we sit at the center of it all.
Hold your head high with pride.
The contrasting ends give us a call
and we get to play both sides.
#MentalHealth
#WritingPoetry
#acceptance
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Unattainable
Meeting passion founts, elation unattainable
Loving beyond reach, possession unattainable.
Carved pains from which to heal, an abiding endeavour
As mind pleasure, satisfaction unattainable.
Passion and reason in soul, harmony far to reach
Refining a soul, perfection unattainable.
Boundless words poetry, a wonder to uncover
Soaring fancy, destination unattainable.
Beauty, insight of the mind, rainbows of perception
Like truth core, the heart distinction unattainable.
Love, ever Life in motion, the soul rebirth and...
Loving beyond reach, possession unattainable.
Carved pains from which to heal, an abiding endeavour
As mind pleasure, satisfaction unattainable.
Passion and reason in soul, harmony far to reach
Refining a soul, perfection unattainable.
Boundless words poetry, a wonder to uncover
Soaring fancy, destination unattainable.
Beauty, insight of the mind, rainbows of perception
Like truth core, the heart distinction unattainable.
Love, ever Life in motion, the soul rebirth and...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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pub and poetry
content to be alone in the pub with poems by whomsoever
you like
rambling around in my head
and yet to be fair I’d rather those that I like
to take the occasional swig from my
pint ..
you like
rambling around in my head
and yet to be fair I’d rather those that I like
to take the occasional swig from my
pint ..
#WritingPoetry
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A Boy Can Dream Everything's Fine
Atrocity beautiful
chaos divine
enemies friends
go head inside
jesters kings
lives maligned
nuns, officers, paupers
quieted riots sigh
tones unsung
vivacious won
x-rated, young zeitgeist
adopting brainwaves criminals dish
energy faded
gallows hiss
ink just killed listless morals news
omits persist
quotas rinse soul
tear unconvinced
vicious wit
x-rated yucky zen amidst bliss
coveted dreams exist
forgo goals, hopes, invoke joy
kiss
lauded men need oafs pleased
quiet ...
chaos divine
enemies friends
go head inside
jesters kings
lives maligned
nuns, officers, paupers
quieted riots sigh
tones unsung
vivacious won
x-rated, young zeitgeist
adopting brainwaves criminals dish
energy faded
gallows hiss
ink just killed listless morals news
omits persist
quotas rinse soul
tear unconvinced
vicious wit
x-rated yucky zen amidst bliss
coveted dreams exist
forgo goals, hopes, invoke joy
kiss
lauded men need oafs pleased
quiet ...
#WritingPoetry
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