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Grief's Groaning

Sounds of sorrow,

the low whistle of a train

Echoes back and forth

Between the heart and brain

Moaning deep and low

Through boughs and limbs

of thoughts and words

It trembles on their leaves

It's low pitched tones

shudder window panes

until at last they leak

And these eyes begin to weep

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Written by Azimuth in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Grief's Groaning
Sounds of sorrow,
the low whistle of a train
Echoes back and forth
Between the heart and brain

Moaning deep and low
Through boughs and limbs
of thoughts and words
It trembles on their leaves

It's low pitched tones
shudder window panes
until at last they leak
And these eyes begin to weep
#poetry  #grief  #opinion 
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Written by Azimuth in portal Poetry & Free Verse

The Dipper

Into the indigo of night

dips a bowl bejeweled with light

It lifts away the dark 

with a handle, diamond sparked

Casting dark away

from the final breaths of day

Pours the gems of heaven

across earth's night again

Oh, to take a sip

from that Dipper's deepest dip

and quench with heaven's wine

the thirst of earth's repine 

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Written by Azimuth in portal Poetry & Free Verse
The Dipper
Into the indigo of night
dips a bowl bejeweled with light
It lifts away the dark 
with a handle, diamond sparked

Casting dark away
from the final breaths of day
Pours the gems of heaven
across earth's night again

Oh, to take a sip
from that Dipper's deepest dip
and quench with heaven's wine
the thirst of earth's repine 
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Define what it means to believe in God. Pick a God, any God, or pick several if you wish. 100 coins to the very best
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To Believe

To believe,

for many,

is to believe

in the "God ideal"

But a few

standing

on Red Sea banks

have seen Him revealed

When drowning

was sure,

with that rising

and bloody tide

The Pillar of Fire

ascended

over frothing

waves to divide

So what can I say

on the other side?

If I have seen Him,

can He be denied?

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Define what it means to believe in God. Pick a God, any God, or pick several if you wish. 100 coins to the very best
Written by Azimuth
To Believe
To believe,
for many,
is to believe
in the "God ideal"

But a few
standing
on Red Sea banks
have seen Him revealed

When drowning
was sure,
with that rising
and bloody tide

The Pillar of Fire
ascended
over frothing
waves to divide

So what can I say
on the other side?
If I have seen Him,
can He be denied?
#philosophy  #spirituality  #opinion 
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Reflections with The Rain

I see reflections 

of myself

…distorted, 

shimmering in those 

drops of rain 

clinging 

to my pane

You see duplicates 

of yourself

…almost… 

swimming in these 

haunted eyes 

clinging 

to the pain

I see reflections 

of distant 

stormy skies 

etched upon these 

drops of rain 

shimmering 

newborn Suns 

Who will let go 

first? 

You or me? 

To fall upon 

a brand-new seed?

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Reflections with The Rain
I see reflections 
of myself
…distorted, 
shimmering in those 
drops of rain 
clinging 
to my pane

You see duplicates 
of yourself
…almost… 
swimming in these 
haunted eyes 
clinging 
to the pain

I see reflections 
of distant 
stormy skies 
etched upon these 
drops of rain 
shimmering 
newborn Suns 

Who will let go 
first? 
You or me? 
To fall upon 
a brand-new seed?
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Worth Breaking In

A heart that can be broken

is a heart that can feel

Empty hearts hold nothing

worth breaking in to steal

Though my heart may break

by the thieving of trust

I'd rather it broken

than hold nothing but dust

If it's bruised and bleeding

in the agony of breaking,

Then at least I shall know

It held something worth the taking

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Written by Azimuth in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Worth Breaking In
A heart that can be broken
is a heart that can feel
Empty hearts hold nothing
worth breaking in to steal
Though my heart may break
by the thieving of trust
I'd rather it broken
than hold nothing but dust
If it's bruised and bleeding
in the agony of breaking,
Then at least I shall know
It held something worth the taking

#poetry  #opinion 
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Written by Azimuth in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Roses at Dawn

Velvet lips

A ruby hue

Panting for

The mist

Of dawn

The scent

Of life wafts

On her breath

Thorns of passion

In her

Grasp

Painted with

The brush

Of beauty

Mingled with

The shadows

Of suffering

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Written by Azimuth in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Roses at Dawn

Velvet lips
A ruby hue
Panting for
The mist
Of dawn
The scent
Of life wafts
On her breath
Thorns of passion
In her
Grasp
Painted with
The brush
Of beauty
Mingled with
The shadows
Of suffering
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Written by Azimuth in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Senses

I sipped the blue

of a Winter sky

tasting life's ambrosial

memories

in the wine

I scooped up

the dirt of earth

and heard the music

sifting through

my fingers

I breathed the

silent, silver scent

of the moonlit frost

settling on

dew-dropped fields

I've touched the

smoothest, shiny satin

on a maple leaf

whose fragrance speaks

into my fingers

I've seen emotions

roll out a rainbow

across Memory's

stormy skies

through transparent tears

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Written by Azimuth in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Senses
I sipped the blue
of a Winter sky
tasting life's ambrosial
memories
in the wine

I scooped up
the dirt of earth
and heard the music
sifting through
my fingers

I breathed the
silent, silver scent
of the moonlit frost
settling on
dew-dropped fields

I've touched the
smoothest, shiny satin
on a maple leaf
whose fragrance speaks
into my fingers

I've seen emotions
roll out a rainbow
across Memory's
stormy skies
through transparent tears








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Why Do You Write? As a writer who understands the multitude of reasons why people have started to become writers I really want to know what makes you want to write. Consider this a way for me to get to know more about you as a writer!
Written by Azimuth in portal Nonfiction

The Supernatural Word

In the beginning was the Word

Creative force and power

Like an eagle in a dive

into the realm of time

Spoke into existence

Your universe and mine

The resonating sound

Contained within itself

Shapes, sounds and worlds

Breath of life, that Word

The voice that took a form

Glides through darkness like a bird

Oh the power in that word!

That we have broken down

Cacophonous clichés

Mere consonants and vowels

The word became mere letters

With no creative power

But just beyond my reach

My fingers brush its edge

Hovering in the void

An echo, I have heard

The form and living shape

Of the Supernatural Word

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Why Do You Write? As a writer who understands the multitude of reasons why people have started to become writers I really want to know what makes you want to write. Consider this a way for me to get to know more about you as a writer!
Written by Azimuth in portal Nonfiction
The Supernatural Word
In the beginning was the Word
Creative force and power
Like an eagle in a dive
into the realm of time
Spoke into existence
Your universe and mine

The resonating sound
Contained within itself
Shapes, sounds and worlds
Breath of life, that Word
The voice that took a form
Glides through darkness like a bird

Oh the power in that word!
That we have broken down
Cacophonous clichés
Mere consonants and vowels
The word became mere letters
With no creative power

But just beyond my reach
My fingers brush its edge
Hovering in the void
An echo, I have heard
The form and living shape
Of the Supernatural Word
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Let's bring back sonnets! I challenge you to write a Shakespearean sonnet. 14 lines, the first 12 lines are separated into 3 quatrains with 4 lines each. The last 2 lines are its own couplet at the end. Each line has 10 syllables. It is an iambic pentameter. The rhyme scheme is as follows: ABAB CDCD EFEF GG. For more of an explanation follow this link: https://tinyurl.com/SonnetHowTo or message me any questions. For an example follow this link: https://tinyurl.com/18Sonnet.
Written by Azimuth in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Clouds Becalmed

A vapor… I arise up from the sea

And lofting up, I'm captured by the wind

The dust of dead men's bones still clings to me

On the heat of violent waves, I ascend

I grasp for the heights, gasping for a breeze

Sorrow's weight drags me low on mountain peaks

Till tears within my bowels at last release

I pour myself on crippled earth to weep

And when the soiled thirst of dust is drenched

I heave myself up on the coming storm

And bleed at dusk when light is quenched

And there in hope I wait for dawn reborn

Becalmed by heavy darkness devoid of wind.

Oh, breathe a breath of wind on which I may ascend.

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Let's bring back sonnets! I challenge you to write a Shakespearean sonnet. 14 lines, the first 12 lines are separated into 3 quatrains with 4 lines each. The last 2 lines are its own couplet at the end. Each line has 10 syllables. It is an iambic pentameter. The rhyme scheme is as follows: ABAB CDCD EFEF GG. For more of an explanation follow this link: https://tinyurl.com/SonnetHowTo or message me any questions. For an example follow this link: https://tinyurl.com/18Sonnet.
Written by Azimuth in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Clouds Becalmed
A vapor… I arise up from the sea
And lofting up, I'm captured by the wind
The dust of dead men's bones still clings to me
On the heat of violent waves, I ascend

I grasp for the heights, gasping for a breeze
Sorrow's weight drags me low on mountain peaks
Till tears within my bowels at last release
I pour myself on crippled earth to weep

And when the soiled thirst of dust is drenched
I heave myself up on the coming storm
And bleed at dusk when light is quenched
And there in hope I wait for dawn reborn

Becalmed by heavy darkness devoid of wind.
Oh, breathe a breath of wind on which I may ascend.
#philosophy  #spirituality  #opinion  #sonnetchallenge 
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What's the scariest story you can come up with in only 15 words
Written by Azimuth in portal Horror & Thriller

Just Above the Falls (scariest short story challenge)

Just above the roaring falls,

his four-year-old scream

echoed through the canyon walls.

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What's the scariest story you can come up with in only 15 words
Written by Azimuth in portal Horror & Thriller
Just Above the Falls (scariest short story challenge)
Just above the roaring falls,
his four-year-old scream
echoed through the canyon walls.
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