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Written by DaveK in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Frailty of Hope and Sails

I'm raising a sail

with skeleton threads,

and you can see through me,

I look like heaven

above a blackened sea

that rolls like glass

as it attempts to escape

from itself,

waves raking the shore

with broken fingers,

trapped by the howling

of wolves,

and men,

and babes,

landlocked souls

with arms reaching

into the water,

no cup to catch a drink,

no sail to borrow wind,

they raise a banner of bones,

and I can see the breeze

watch itself go through

without embrace.

So,

it gives no movement back.

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Written by DaveK in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Frailty of Hope and Sails
I'm raising a sail
with skeleton threads,
and you can see through me,
I look like heaven
above a blackened sea
that rolls like glass
as it attempts to escape
from itself,
waves raking the shore
with broken fingers,
trapped by the howling
of wolves,
and men,
and babes,
landlocked souls
with arms reaching
into the water,
no cup to catch a drink,
no sail to borrow wind,
they raise a banner of bones,
and I can see the breeze
watch itself go through
without embrace.
So,
it gives no movement back.
#onefortheflames 
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Audio Poetry Record an audio version of one of your poems. Please tag me. I will do one too, and yes, I hate my own voice as well.
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We Are The Summit (audio)

Hey folks, trying something new here by creating an audio version of a write. Please join in, especially if you have an accent. Hehehe. Joking. But seriously, this could be fun. I hope the link works. If not, let me know.

https://drive.google.com/open?id=0B0YTicjI92SZdEdmeWppN1NQLU0

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Audio Poetry Record an audio version of one of your poems. Please tag me. I will do one too, and yes, I hate my own voice as well.
Written by DaveK
We Are The Summit (audio)

Hey folks, trying something new here by creating an audio version of a write. Please join in, especially if you have an accent. Hehehe. Joking. But seriously, this could be fun. I hope the link works. If not, let me know.





https://drive.google.com/open?id=0B0YTicjI92SZdEdmeWppN1NQLU0
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Written by DaveK in portal Poetry & Free Verse

We Are The Summit

I will carve the air

we breathe

with blood and words,

and we will

reinvent legacy

as two orphans,

using amnesia

to cement our second chances,

and we will leave a trail

that looks like stone

and feels like starting over,

that smells like sun-dried air

passing over lovers,

and our children will stand

on mountains that curve

like our spines,

and we will live for the weight

of tiny feet that walk

upon everything we dreamed of.

and our hearts will become lakes

at the summit,

where generations feel

the pulse as they swim.

and I will follow your essence

into the clouds, and together,

we will wash them as rain

until there is no sky.

until there are no feet

left to climb.

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Written by DaveK in portal Poetry & Free Verse
We Are The Summit
I will carve the air
we breathe
with blood and words,
and we will
reinvent legacy
as two orphans,
using amnesia
to cement our second chances,
and we will leave a trail
that looks like stone
and feels like starting over,
that smells like sun-dried air
passing over lovers,
and our children will stand
on mountains that curve
like our spines,
and we will live for the weight
of tiny feet that walk
upon everything we dreamed of.
and our hearts will become lakes
at the summit,
where generations feel
the pulse as they swim.
and I will follow your essence
into the clouds, and together,
we will wash them as rain
until there is no sky.
until there are no feet
left to climb.
#onefortheflames 
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Written by DaveK in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Don't Wake Me

when she smiles beneath the sun

day brushes against the dawn,

and I'm killing clovers like a child,

hoping that the randomness of it all

will somehow shape the future,

and I'll sneak her in

so no one catches us,

and she'll wiggle inside my noose,

and we'll steal a ride to heaven

while we listen to the ocean

sweep the shore clean of footprints,

and midnight will look

like I feel inside when

she's snuggled warm upon my chest,

and the moon will reflect her face

with continents shaped like her lips,

and I'll forget tomorrow and everything

that made it,

and I will drop a tear when

I realize that life is real,

that I won't wake up

from this dream until I die.

even then, I will wrestle eternity

in search for the humanity

that beats within her chest.

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Written by DaveK in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Don't Wake Me
when she smiles beneath the sun
day brushes against the dawn,
and I'm killing clovers like a child,
hoping that the randomness of it all
will somehow shape the future,
and I'll sneak her in
so no one catches us,
and she'll wiggle inside my noose,
and we'll steal a ride to heaven
while we listen to the ocean
sweep the shore clean of footprints,
and midnight will look
like I feel inside when
she's snuggled warm upon my chest,
and the moon will reflect her face
with continents shaped like her lips,
and I'll forget tomorrow and everything
that made it,
and I will drop a tear when
I realize that life is real,
that I won't wake up
from this dream until I die.
even then, I will wrestle eternity
in search for the humanity
that beats within her chest.
#romance  #poetry 
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Written by DaveK in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Prehistoric Love

I'm shedding scars in the form of ink,

words stretch like shadows from blood

when pain shines against my stanzas,

and I will dream of a place

where tears become knapsacks,

where thirst becomes peace

when it's full.

and I'm counting rubble

before the quake because

I have plans to build a cave

beneath the sky,

because the scrapes of my hand

have brought it down,

and clouds will drift upon me as ash,

and my pen will paint pictures of the fallout

on the walls of my dwelling,

hidden beneath the crust

of a graveyard not yet buried,

hidden under the bones

of my kin,

the death of whom,

rains down on me

in the form of dust,

currents of the future,

colors of the day,

and I'll pray for lava

to turn these weeds to stone,

and with a brush and an ax

they'll study my petrified scribbles,

my fossilized lungs,

my prehistoric love.

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Written by DaveK in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Prehistoric Love

I'm shedding scars in the form of ink,
words stretch like shadows from blood
when pain shines against my stanzas,
and I will dream of a place
where tears become knapsacks,
where thirst becomes peace
when it's full.
and I'm counting rubble
before the quake because
I have plans to build a cave
beneath the sky,
because the scrapes of my hand
have brought it down,
and clouds will drift upon me as ash,
and my pen will paint pictures of the fallout
on the walls of my dwelling,
hidden beneath the crust
of a graveyard not yet buried,
hidden under the bones
of my kin,
the death of whom,
rains down on me
in the form of dust,
currents of the future,
colors of the day,
and I'll pray for lava
to turn these weeds to stone,
and with a brush and an ax
they'll study my petrified scribbles,
my fossilized lungs,
my prehistoric love.
#onefortheflames 
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Write something about a "Butterfly". It could be in any form of poetry. There is no limit in you're imaginations, you could be as vague or as realistic as you want. I will write one too and I look forward to reading your poems :)
Written by DaveK in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Frailty and a Butterfly Soul

he flinches in the light,

head down,

checking himself for sins

he might have missed

when he tried

to scrub the darkness away,

but his soul is frail

like butterfly wings,

and he opened holes

beneath the mist

he wears as skin,

shaped like the bristles

of whiskey and cigarette burns,

harsh like good intention

possessed by weakness.

but there is no door

in the cocoon

shaped for re-entry,

no wisp of nature's breath

that forms a current

back to the beginning,

no passage beneath the clock,

but he rises, knowing,

broken wings

can still glide home.

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Write something about a "Butterfly". It could be in any form of poetry. There is no limit in you're imaginations, you could be as vague or as realistic as you want. I will write one too and I look forward to reading your poems :)
Written by DaveK in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Frailty and a Butterfly Soul
he flinches in the light,
head down,
checking himself for sins
he might have missed
when he tried
to scrub the darkness away,
but his soul is frail
like butterfly wings,
and he opened holes
beneath the mist
he wears as skin,
shaped like the bristles
of whiskey and cigarette burns,
harsh like good intention
possessed by weakness.
but there is no door
in the cocoon
shaped for re-entry,
no wisp of nature's breath
that forms a current
back to the beginning,
no passage beneath the clock,
but he rises, knowing,
broken wings
can still glide home.
#onefortheflames 
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Written by DaveK in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Fingerprint of Her Affection

he was weary from.

the burden of.

packing his.

abandoned bones.

through clouds that dripped.

like acid on his days.

and in the oil fields.

he struck a vein.

of rotten soil.

his sins had sunk.

into the blood.

of nature as it lay.

this is the price

he paid.

for what he'd done.

and in his face he saw.

the scene play out.

a reflection of his pain.

but she had.

a pocketful.

of fingerprints.

that covered him.

with the havoc of.

her beautiful display.

so he left it all.

behind the scent.

he tasted on.

the skin that stretched.

ov-er her bones.

a bridge beyond the grave.

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Written by DaveK in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Fingerprint of Her Affection
he was weary from.
the burden of.
packing his.
abandoned bones.
through clouds that dripped.
like acid on his days.

and in the oil fields.
he struck a vein.
of rotten soil.
his sins had sunk.
into the blood.
of nature as it lay.

this is the price
he paid.
for what he'd done.
and in his face he saw.
the scene play out.
a reflection of his pain.

but she had.
a pocketful.
of fingerprints.
that covered him.
with the havoc of.
her beautiful display.

so he left it all.
behind the scent.
he tasted on.
the skin that stretched.
ov-er her bones.
a bridge beyond the grave.
#onefortheflames 
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Written by DaveK in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Resurrected

she kept passing me,

in the dark,

like a shadow

the sun forgot to erase.

but I felt her

like a warmth

ready to rise,

a dead man

using hope

to resuscitate,

and I've waited

years to see the dawn,

to see her rise

beyond the bend,

to see her prove that

love beyond grasp,

can scale the earth,

can trace my steps,

can find me

long after I see it fade.

and the spin of the globe

becomes the rhythm,

that my heart makes,

when it dances at the

sight of her,

when the future

has no night,

and the pain chasing me,

becomes a shadow

before her face.

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Written by DaveK in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Resurrected
she kept passing me,
in the dark,
like a shadow
the sun forgot to erase.
but I felt her
like a warmth
ready to rise,
a dead man
using hope
to resuscitate,
and I've waited
years to see the dawn,
to see her rise
beyond the bend,
to see her prove that
love beyond grasp,
can scale the earth,
can trace my steps,
can find me
long after I see it fade.
and the spin of the globe
becomes the rhythm,
that my heart makes,
when it dances at the
sight of her,
when the future
has no night,
and the pain chasing me,
becomes a shadow
before her face.
#deadmanrises 
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Written by DaveK in portal Poetry & Free Verse

PB&J @Lish

I'm sorry in advance, but you wanted this.

Wow, your jokes even rhymed,

And it's super fuckin funny that

your pens bigger than mine.

it's cool you admit it,

Nothing's more impressive

than a hung chick,

I'm guessing you could even

fuck your own tits,

But be careful who knows it,

before you get abducted

and they stick a probe in,

and I'm sorry I got a bit too fancy,

this time I'll dumb it down

for ya, pansy.

you thought you'd win,

wagging your tail like

Rin Tin Tin,

Wait, that's just your bush

swinging free in the wind.

You didn't take me down,

but if you wanna be the champ

you can wear my ass for a crown.

don't worry about the dirt,

I'm super fuckin good

at polishing turds,

you'll enjoy the glitter

from my shitter,

and you say there's more

ink in your spit

than I have in my pen,

no one ever told you

not to swallow that shit?

guess I'll be decent give some advice,

keep your mouth closed

and learn to be nice.

because we both know

you're too busy healing,

from breaking your face

on that glass ceiling.

girl power? really?

Pms rage doesn't mean

that you're winning,

it's just that we feel bad

to attack while your bleeding,

tryin to be kind

to the weaker of two things.

and just so you know,

I've saved my best work

so you better be-lieve.

I've only just started

your destruction

so fear me.

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Written by DaveK in portal Poetry & Free Verse
PB&J @Lish
I'm sorry in advance, but you wanted this.


Wow, your jokes even rhymed,
And it's super fuckin funny that
your pens bigger than mine.
it's cool you admit it,
Nothing's more impressive
than a hung chick,
I'm guessing you could even
fuck your own tits,
But be careful who knows it,
before you get abducted
and they stick a probe in,
and I'm sorry I got a bit too fancy,
this time I'll dumb it down
for ya, pansy.
you thought you'd win,
wagging your tail like
Rin Tin Tin,
Wait, that's just your bush
swinging free in the wind.
You didn't take me down,
but if you wanna be the champ
you can wear my ass for a crown.
don't worry about the dirt,
I'm super fuckin good
at polishing turds,
you'll enjoy the glitter
from my shitter,
and you say there's more
ink in your spit
than I have in my pen,
no one ever told you
not to swallow that shit?
guess I'll be decent give some advice,
keep your mouth closed
and learn to be nice.
because we both know
you're too busy healing,
from breaking your face
on that glass ceiling.
girl power? really?
Pms rage doesn't mean
that you're winning,
it's just that we feel bad
to attack while your bleeding,
tryin to be kind
to the weaker of two things.
and just so you know,
I've saved my best work
so you better be-lieve.
I've only just started
your destruction
so fear me.
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Written by DaveK in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Future Looks Like Fossils

I keep crushing heartbeats

With errant steps

Bone splinters

And blood in shoe

Lust for nature

Making pregnant organic dirt

Make whores become harvest

And waste turns taboo

Because no one lives anymore

Just plastic and careful

Epoxy-humanity

A blend of intention and blood

Becomes stone

Our faces smeared on the mountain

Our elders raging against shame

A village waiting to become ghosts

A world summoning the dead

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Written by DaveK in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Future Looks Like Fossils
I keep crushing heartbeats
With errant steps
Bone splinters
And blood in shoe
Lust for nature
Making pregnant organic dirt
Make whores become harvest
And waste turns taboo
Because no one lives anymore
Just plastic and careful
Epoxy-humanity
A blend of intention and blood
Becomes stone
Our faces smeared on the mountain
Our elders raging against shame
A village waiting to become ghosts
A world summoning the dead
#drunkenchallenge 
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