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Thank you All!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I just want to say, thank you for all the support and encouragement and nice comments! Also, thank you for all the likes and shares!

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Thank you All!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I just want to say, thank you for all the support and encouragement and nice comments! Also, thank you for all the likes and shares!
God bless!

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"Comfort food for the soul." I'm quite down, fellow prosers. Times like these, only poetry soothes me. Please write a lovely poem about comfort or comforting somebody. Make it at least 50 words. Tag me because I want (need) to read.
Written by sandflea68 in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Budding Blooms

                                                          Scamper away

                                                      no strings attached

                                                    bare feet on rich earth

                                               incense of freshly mown grass

                                           star diamonds lighting up night sky

                                               minnows in cool pooled water

                                                 breeze kissing blushing face

                                                 sipping sweet nectar of life

                                                       ambrosia for soul

                                                       peace blanketing

                                                         weary essence

                                                             drink it

                                                              all in -

                                                              heart

                                                            reopens

                                                             ahhh!

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"Comfort food for the soul." I'm quite down, fellow prosers. Times like these, only poetry soothes me. Please write a lovely poem about comfort or comforting somebody. Make it at least 50 words. Tag me because I want (need) to read.
Written by sandflea68 in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Budding Blooms
                                                          Scamper away
                                                      no strings attached
                                                    bare feet on rich earth
                                               incense of freshly mown grass
                                           star diamonds lighting up night sky
                                               minnows in cool pooled water
                                                 breeze kissing blushing face
                                                 sipping sweet nectar of life
                                                       ambrosia for soul
                                                       peace blanketing
                                                         weary essence
                                                             drink it
                                                              all in -
                                                              heart
                                                            reopens
                                                             ahhh!

#challenge  #ComfortFoodForSoul 
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The first line of almost any story can be improved by making sure the second line is, "And then the murders began." Give it a try!
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Food > Introversion, Murder > Food

I would've avoided going to the party, but my mom dragged me there anyways (although I was able to tolerate it at first). And then... the murders began.

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Food > Introversion, Murder > Food
I would've avoided going to the party, but my mom dragged me there anyways (although I was able to tolerate it at first). And then... the murders began.
#fiction  #horror  #murders 
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Written by Bunny

Fragile Sense of Dignity

Not everyone cares

How you want them

To care,

And that's why 

You squeeze them,

'til their nails, and 

Their hair

Come out how 

You like...

...It's like riding a bike,

But I don't attest to these

Hard-hearted ways.

You have a fragile sense of

Dignity,

And that is why you

Will hit dirt...

Your self esteem 

Exhibits where 

Your heart was badly 

Hurt,

But now your out for 

Retribution.

Swimming through

The city streets...

Digging up the dead-end

Burrows,

And the Friday night

Retreats...

Just what are you 

Exploring?...

...What is kindled

In your queries?...

When you torment,

And entrap

Your prey,

Is there much more

To the story?...

You've been twisted

By the anguish

That your ego

Has endured...

...With a fragile sense

Of dignity,

The correct ways

Are ignored,

And you dive

Into the underground

Where the dark

Is not mistook.

In the darkness you

Removed my heart...

...Like a fish

Without it's hook...

I glanced you, 

From atop my book,

At your hustle 

Of an older man,

Who had just turned

53...

...Saw the light around

You sully,

And assign itself

To me,

As I was exonerated

By your fate...

Feeling quite at home,

Let off.

You can play the 

Wicked brother,

Just as long as

I can scoff.

There's an illness in

My judgement

That I haven't

Entertained,

But I like the roles

That we've 

Gone in for...

...Though there is

A guilty stain

That is growing

In the garden 

Of my cerebral 

Thought.

You have a fragile sense of

Dignity,

And that is why it's

All for naught...

...When I watch you

Tumble like a house of 

Cards,

And scatter on the floor.

The trouble in my mind

Is thick...

...It's tearing down my

Door.

©

2017

Bunny Villaire 

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Written by Bunny
Fragile Sense of Dignity
Not everyone cares
How you want them
To care,
And that's why 
You squeeze them,
'til their nails, and 
Their hair
Come out how 
You like...
...It's like riding a bike,
But I don't attest to these
Hard-hearted ways.

You have a fragile sense of
Dignity,
And that is why you
Will hit dirt...
Your self esteem 
Exhibits where 
Your heart was badly 
Hurt,
But now your out for 
Retribution.

Swimming through
The city streets...
Digging up the dead-end
Burrows,
And the Friday night
Retreats...

Just what are you 
Exploring?...
...What is kindled
In your queries?...

When you torment,
And entrap
Your prey,
Is there much more
To the story?...

You've been twisted
By the anguish
That your ego
Has endured...
...With a fragile sense
Of dignity,
The correct ways
Are ignored,
And you dive
Into the underground
Where the dark
Is not mistook.

In the darkness you
Removed my heart...

...Like a fish
Without it's hook...
I glanced you, 
From atop my book,
At your hustle 
Of an older man,
Who had just turned
53...

...Saw the light around
You sully,
And assign itself
To me,
As I was exonerated
By your fate...
Feeling quite at home,
Let off.

You can play the 
Wicked brother,
Just as long as
I can scoff.

There's an illness in
My judgement
That I haven't
Entertained,
But I like the roles
That we've 
Gone in for...
...Though there is
A guilty stain
That is growing
In the garden 
Of my cerebral 
Thought.

You have a fragile sense of
Dignity,
And that is why it's
All for naught...
...When I watch you
Tumble like a house of 
Cards,
And scatter on the floor.

The trouble in my mind
Is thick...
...It's tearing down my
Door.



©
2017
Bunny Villaire 


















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Written by butlersteph in portal Micropoetry

Keep On Keepin' On

Two rejections in one week

the future seems so very bleak

some day the outlook will be brighter

rejection means only that I'm a writer.

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Keep On Keepin' On
Two rejections in one week
the future seems so very bleak
some day the outlook will be brighter
rejection means only that I'm a writer.
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Unspoken

I'm out of words tonight

but they'll come back

one step at a time

like walking

for the very first time

until my feet are strong enough

to run

far far away

and into this world of beauty

That I struggle so hard to create

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Unspoken
I'm out of words tonight
but they'll come back
one step at a time
like walking
for the very first time
until my feet are strong enough
to run
far far away

and into this world of beauty
That I struggle so hard to create
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walls

I keep walls up around my heart. These walls have several layers. I keep my heart and soul guarded from the unknown. I sometimes walk alone. I sometimes and prefer to run alone. The thing about me doing these activities alone is that I am not alone. I am never truly alone. I always have God. He is the one who will never leave me, he is the one who will always love me; even when I feel as if I cannot love myself. I hear the chatter of my peers yet there is a shield. I feel as if I am observing them from above. Other times I am taking part in the chatter and my shield of protection is down. I do not enjoy or like being vulnerable yet I believe it is a vital part of the way humans interact. I have to reveal who I truly am to certain people. Few will have the cursed privilege of getting to truly know me. I will always have a special place in my heart where I cherish those individuals. When I am alone, I am not sad nor am I not depressed. it is good for me to get in touch with myself and focus on my true emotions. I hide my emotions from ninety-nine percent of the world. The other one percent is who I live for. It is the people I love most in life that can only be counted with two hands. They will never know how much I truly appreciate them. I hide my intelligence by the innocence of childhood until I can't keep the shield up for any longer. My grades aren’t perfect because neither am I. My life isn’t perfect because the humans in it aren’t. It is human nature for us to mess up and ruin things. Living a life of solitude is not entirely terrible. That does not necessarily mean I want it. Jane Eyre wandered the streets until a light shined and led her to her family. Her faith in God never let her down. God is not a magical fairy. God doesn’t grant every wish we ask for with every eyelash we blow. His presence is always here although sometimes we may not always feel it. His presence is like the wind; the effects are not palpable but they are most certainly perceived.

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walls
I keep walls up around my heart. These walls have several layers. I keep my heart and soul guarded from the unknown. I sometimes walk alone. I sometimes and prefer to run alone. The thing about me doing these activities alone is that I am not alone. I am never truly alone. I always have God. He is the one who will never leave me, he is the one who will always love me; even when I feel as if I cannot love myself. I hear the chatter of my peers yet there is a shield. I feel as if I am observing them from above. Other times I am taking part in the chatter and my shield of protection is down. I do not enjoy or like being vulnerable yet I believe it is a vital part of the way humans interact. I have to reveal who I truly am to certain people. Few will have the cursed privilege of getting to truly know me. I will always have a special place in my heart where I cherish those individuals. When I am alone, I am not sad nor am I not depressed. it is good for me to get in touch with myself and focus on my true emotions. I hide my emotions from ninety-nine percent of the world. The other one percent is who I live for. It is the people I love most in life that can only be counted with two hands. They will never know how much I truly appreciate them. I hide my intelligence by the innocence of childhood until I can't keep the shield up for any longer. My grades aren’t perfect because neither am I. My life isn’t perfect because the humans in it aren’t. It is human nature for us to mess up and ruin things. Living a life of solitude is not entirely terrible. That does not necessarily mean I want it. Jane Eyre wandered the streets until a light shined and led her to her family. Her faith in God never let her down. God is not a magical fairy. God doesn’t grant every wish we ask for with every eyelash we blow. His presence is always here although sometimes we may not always feel it. His presence is like the wind; the effects are not palpable but they are most certainly perceived.

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Written by Syne in portal Poetry & Free Verse

You'll Miss Me

I was there

From your birth

Cradled you

Above the earth

Protected you

From harm

As you slept

In my arms

Sheltered you

From the rain

Cured you

From pain

I gave you

Your breath

But you brought

Me death

You cut

Me down

Ripped me

From the ground

Ages of

Wisdom lost

But you see

No cost

You think

You replace me

With your

Metal beams

Your strong

Steel walls

Your new

Shelters tall

But they

Will fall

When you've

Taken all

When no more

I stand

When you've

Scorched the land

When you

Cannot breathe

In your

Toxic greed

Then you'll

Wish for me

For your dead

Mother tree

And you'll miss me

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Written by Syne in portal Poetry & Free Verse
You'll Miss Me
I was there
From your birth
Cradled you
Above the earth
Protected you
From harm
As you slept
In my arms
Sheltered you
From the rain
Cured you
From pain
I gave you
Your breath
But you brought
Me death
You cut
Me down
Ripped me
From the ground
Ages of
Wisdom lost
But you see
No cost
You think
You replace me
With your
Metal beams
Your strong
Steel walls
Your new
Shelters tall
But they
Will fall
When you've
Taken all
When no more
I stand
When you've
Scorched the land
When you
Cannot breathe
In your
Toxic greed
Then you'll
Wish for me
For your dead
Mother tree

And you'll miss me


#fiction  #education  #philosophy  #culture  #environment 
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the hidden connections between him and her

"could a stranger find us buried in places?"

worry wonder weave

they have buried parts so that no one can find them

and so they even disappear from them

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the hidden connections between him and her
"could a stranger find us buried in places?"
worry wonder weave
they have buried parts so that no one can find them
and so they even disappear from them
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Words of Wisdom

Please, son, run with scissors-

Weed out the stupid through attrition.

Your face won't freeze like that,

So fuck it up beyond recognition.

Talk with your mouth full,

As full as you can cram it.

Swim right after eating;

Drowning from cramps is bullshit, dammit!

Don't play well with others;

To the victor go the spoils.

Speak when not spoken to;

The squeaky wheel gets the oil.

Don't finish your homework-

School's a fucking sham.

Dishonor thy father;

I no longer give a damn.

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Written by Dark in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Words of Wisdom
Please, son, run with scissors-
Weed out the stupid through attrition.

Your face won't freeze like that,
So fuck it up beyond recognition.

Talk with your mouth full,
As full as you can cram it.

Swim right after eating;
Drowning from cramps is bullshit, dammit!

Don't play well with others;
To the victor go the spoils.

Speak when not spoken to;
The squeaky wheel gets the oil.

Don't finish your homework-
School's a fucking sham.

Dishonor thy father;
I no longer give a damn.
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