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Sacred Space
All I need is my pen when heaven ends This simple sheet of paper is my savior when my dawn is dark Subtle inspirations like apparitions appear
Wilson GeraldoPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMy Letter of Adoration
Dearest: Like a poet needs a muse to write, or An artist a vision for his work of art, I need you... As teacher needs a student to make wise, or
Michael GallegosPublished 7 years ago in PoetsFeel Alive
As you sit underneath the breathing trees And as your soul is caressed by the smell Of sweet mangoes married to the tenderness of the breeze
Kito PeferPublished 7 years ago in PoetsSometimes
love pulls tight sometimes like a dress a size too small the kind you wear for vanity though you can't sit down or breathe
Karen AnkersPublished 7 years ago in PoetsKarma
You have no Shame '' And you will never take the Blame '' Karma is coming for you '' Just out of the Blue '' You made my life hell ''
Mags Murphy LynchPublished 7 years ago in PoetsGlass Splinter
Dark coffee fragment Unspoken word flying towards the glass It struck back and hit my face Verve red blood was dripping on concrete
Katrina RinkePublished 7 years ago in PoetsWe Blameless Fools
Damn them that curse love Was it love that turned infatuation to flattery? That blinded sight to perfection beyond the surface of all
Daniel ColePublished 7 years ago in PoetsNew Home
Two goldfish have spent their entire lives living in a tiny bucket, whose water had long lost the flavor of freshness. It donned a murky cloak of flatness to it now, still and lacking bubbles.
Keith KennedyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsSpace Splatter
Knowing I'm intertwined with the night sky keeps me from falling apart The seams will tear with every pull of panic and fear
Fire's Desire
I want to burn it up. Get these feelings churned don't get turned around presented to you in great bounds and leaps so now you know those heaps are pure gold. No way to deny the king his bling only if you could ding you might get my ring but first it's gonna sting see the bee out back reach in the sack you got the knack. Now they are ready to bow at your feet you always bring the heat. So proclaim the best oh shit ain't that neat? Meet my friend he knows how to bend it to heal the mend in your heart smart words right there so that glare needs to disappear before the snow. Hug bug you smug you nug you tug at my heart more it's turning into a bore stupid whore blame it on the folklore fire's desires is to burn you up.
Pretty Pink Girl, with Your Pretty Pink Hair
"Pretty pink girl, with your pretty pink hair, My pretty, pink, perfect, little girly teddy bear" She looks back as he smirked with that devilish glare,
Tara SzafarzPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBlue Summer Rain
blue drops of summer rain cascade down, over mountain, valley, and field alone until they find each other in the lowest places of the land
Rhi ValentiaPublished 7 years ago in Poets