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The Woman with Red Hair
A woman with red hair in the woods A gentle breeze Red hair wild with movement Vivid Like the flicker of an open flame Her posture is confident
From Aches to Xanadu
Aches assault my muscles and Bones causing me to moan and groan. Could this be what everyone fears? Diagnosis from a quick stripe test.
The Kids whose Laughter is in the Wind
I envy those kids The ones whose laughter is in the wind The ones who can receive unconditional love The ones that can love love without judgment
It's A Wonderful World
Auras of amber at the break of day, Beneath the boughs where the bluebirds play. Canvas of clouds in a vast display, Dewdrops on daisies, a morning ballet.
Varsha ElizabethPublished 5 months ago in PoetsAn Onomatopeia Abecedarian
Acchhooo! (A sneeze) Boom, bang (drums) Creeeeeek (door opening) Drip, drip, drip drop. (Leaky faucet) Eek! (Exclamation - fear)
Donna Fox (HKB)Published 5 months ago in PoetsZero Sum Game
We went our separate ways Overstaying painful days Together tangentially, bipolar proximates Entombed, penitentiarily, unipolar opposites
Gerard DiLeoPublished 5 months ago in Poetsare memories the same?
blood, guilt, mesmerising pain, blood, guilt, machinations of pain, stain, insane, draining rein, hurt, curt, drowning rain...of memories,
Paul StewartPublished 5 months ago in PoetsWhere the Wisps Wander
Another foot inside the mushroom ring Bellow loudly under the canopy Creatures of dreams and nightmares Dance to the beat of sticks and fists
Sarah GlassPublished 5 months ago in PoetsNairadeceba
Zoonotically chaotic, a world filled with life Yawning and yelling to tell their stories in this Xenologic experience Whaling at all hours of the day to attract a mate
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsChange is Coming
One can slow down the process But, one can't deny the process Change is coming Don't you fear Don't you worry Get yourself ready
Muhammad ShaheerPublished 5 months ago in PoetsWe Come From Heights
That irrepressible urge to climb up something Limbs fueled by unending waves of muscle fibers firing in all directions
The Dani WriterPublished 5 months ago in PoetsA Farther Room
There will come a time when you feel as though You have needed a drink For years →→→ And all of the small, familiar fonts of bliss
D. J. ReddallPublished 5 months ago in Poets