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The Dance
It’s all become a dance now… It starts in my mind and moves throughout the limbs of my body. A move to the left: “Can I start you out with some drinks?”
Susan DownsPublished about a year ago in Poets Decisions!
I decided this morning to fly! Not caring what others thought of me, about me - or not. I'm going to fly today. Make light of my heart and let my spirit soar. Whatever they think of me will not kill me, bother me, or bog me down, because today I decided to fly!
Susan DownsPublished about a year ago in PoetsMemory of madness.
Clouded, hating the hate, vengeful of the things create, wanting so much of the scene that doesnt make any better. Unseen revenge that doesnt get anywhere.
The treason of the mountain
Start digging. . . Start the shovel . . Begin again. There I was working the mine of my mind. Tearing my alphabet springing words and digging holes at the past of what once.
Silly old tales of
One fine day upon an age where nothing can compare, the sword and shield converse over there. Sword made a sound while the shield sacrifices.
Restoration of ones
Cut away young prince, Don't be superflous, Cut away young king. Take arrogance and pride as the hilt, not to show the blade or the tip itself.
Paint me a fog;
The pathway between extremes are not a way of life here. One sounding of way to righteous, the other too much is not enough.
Little Fool
For my thirteenth birthday, You gave me clown shoes. They were red with big toes And always left a bruise. I said, “I needed ballet shoes.”
annie harperPublished about a year ago in PoetsSomething In The Air
I follow the scent I’ve known before. I’ve known him but I haven’t experienced him. I’ve seen him but his face is blurry. He smiles.
Vanessa E-DanielPublished about a year ago in PoetsStrength in love
Sitting there fighting tears, inside her all the emotions bubbling and fighting to burst out. “Babe what’s wrong?” He asked.
Amanda McGuirePublished about a year ago in PoetsThese eyes
She’s been told many times, “you have pretty eyes.” But of those who’ve uttered those words, very few have taken the time to notice that those eyes express her emotions when she can’t find the words.
Amanda McGuirePublished about a year ago in PoetsChalice
Chalice is an entry from a collection of poetry I produced called "Smoke and the Withered Ground" Art is done by Nate Hillyer of Wyrdica
Ryan WelchPublished about a year ago in Poets