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Chéri
Doe eyes small nose lips red perfect would be said, What a pleasant beauty, must've been blessed. Dancing fireflies couldn't compete, the fire burnt
Where the fault lies
An acrostic piece for my poem-a-day challenge that has become more of a poem-mostly-every-day thing. It is what it is, lol!
Heather HublerPublished 3 days ago in PoetsA Breath Of Fresh Air
Why do they call it "falling in love" when it is something much more romantic than that? I didn't fall into your arms, let go of my defenses, spill my vulnerabilities out from my heart and let you catch the pieces.
After the Beep
My ghost likes to roam and chase inky dreams. If shaken awake, it screams many screams. - So please don’t disturb,
Sincerity
True sincerity is the scariest thing to hear It hurts to have others truly know our pain To know someone that has stood in the same rain
Atomic HistorianPublished 4 days ago in PoetsCoffee with Taylor Swift
Like sitting across from a tarot card reader You somehow find my darkest, weakest moments And tear them from my chest with no warning,
Kiersten WeldonPublished 27 days ago in PoetsA Flower Song
Apparently the Aztecs, Toltecs, Chichimecs and other Mexica were crazy about poetry. Despite the book-burning, slaughter, and epidemics that characterized the early stages of the Spanish conquest of the empires of Mexico, some hundreds of poems from the height of their tradition come down to us in Classical Nahuatl, preserved by Nahua and Spanish scholars of the 16th century. One of the most famous poets, Nezahualcoyotl, was a sage-king who opposed the cult of human sacrifice associated with Tezcatlipoca, God of the Smoking Mirror, and favored Quetzalcoatl, the Feathered Serpent. Flowers and feathers were the favorite offering of the Plumed Serpent. Moreover, flowers and feathers are a metaphor for poetry. Individual words, scattered petals, the down of tropical birds. The temples of blood sacrifice could be transformed into temples of flower and song. A sublimated offering to the Heart of Earth and the Heart of Sky encapsulated in the Classical Nahuatl kenning for poetry: in xōchitl in cuīcatl, meaning, "the flower and the song." The following poem is part of a longer work, and is in a state of flux, so take the waters as they flow:
Rob AngeliPublished 5 days ago in Poetsstay
i can never make them stay. they are like orbits always in motion around me but never holding my hand. they are like shooting stars
A Spoonful Short of Ecstasy
There must’ve been something in the water. Cuz when I looked at you that night I thought that maybe I would falter in my sense of what was wrong
power shift
for millennia upon millennia, they ruled. when one passed out of all thought and time, another took the throne. whether a giant among the trees or a beast in the clouds,
Alivia VarvelPublished 4 days ago in PoetsLei Day
Meet me in Hawai’i the first of May On a sandy shore of a turquoise sea Greet me with “aloha” and wear a lei *** On the Big Island where the palms all sway
D.K. ShepardPublished 4 days ago in PoetsThe Bird Nest
Downy tufts puff out, Warmth inside a house of hair, Drowsiness abounds. A/N: I sometimes imagine what it would be like to sleep in a bird nest, provided I can be bird-sized in the fantasy of course. I think it would be cosy! More longer stories to come! -TWW
ThatWriterWomanPublished 5 days ago in Poets