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I know they aren't real...
Written by sandflea68 in portal Dreams

Perceptions

My poems are not real

     just pen marks on my palms

     glistening lips searching for another

     deep pools of turquoise eyes

     crescents of my soul

My poems are not real

     floating imperfections in halos

     tinges of colors mixed with lightning

     carved thoughts and trembling hands

     love within heartstrings

My poems are not real

     stairs of tumbling rapids

     racing without destination

     brutal partings and warm embraces

     forced tears and black tunnels

My poems are not real

     endless roads paved in water

     whirlpools of striking pain

     grains of sand on beaches

     skipped stones without weight.

My poems are not real

     swimming in wide motions

     empty train tracks

     poetry unveils my darkness

     hiding behind walls

My poems are not real

     dangling thoughts on paper

     doorway to my existence

     beckoning for you to enter

     to my world of unreality.

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I know they aren't real...
Written by sandflea68 in portal Dreams
Perceptions
My poems are not real
     just pen marks on my palms
     glistening lips searching for another
     deep pools of turquoise eyes
     crescents of my soul

My poems are not real
     floating imperfections in halos
     tinges of colors mixed with lightning
     carved thoughts and trembling hands
     love within heartstrings

My poems are not real
     stairs of tumbling rapids
     racing without destination
     brutal partings and warm embraces
     forced tears and black tunnels

My poems are not real
     endless roads paved in water
     whirlpools of striking pain
     grains of sand on beaches
     skipped stones without weight.

My poems are not real
     swimming in wide motions
     empty train tracks
     poetry unveils my darkness
     hiding behind walls

My poems are not real
     dangling thoughts on paper
     doorway to my existence
     beckoning for you to enter
     to my world of unreality.

#challenge  #KnowTheyreNotReal 
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don't love an artist

they'll paint you in the stars

that people glorify and explore

distant lanterns that will drift away

to places unseen to the naked eye

they'll write words that will make you feel old

use old language that you will not know

because they'll say your an interface to time

because time seems to fly when they're with you

they'll sing songs in your name for all to hear

their gorgeous voice crying out your name

through sweat and tears and content moans

never letting you go

never letting you go.

©SelfTitled, 2017

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Written by SelfTitled
don't love an artist
they'll paint you in the stars
that people glorify and explore
distant lanterns that will drift away
to places unseen to the naked eye

they'll write words that will make you feel old
use old language that you will not know
because they'll say your an interface to time
because time seems to fly when they're with you

they'll sing songs in your name for all to hear
their gorgeous voice crying out your name
through sweat and tears and content moans
never letting you go
never letting you go.


©SelfTitled, 2017
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silent words

when I can't write and the words are trapped between dimensions I feel as though I too am trapped in the moment, meant to simply sit and feel the pain of silence.

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silent words
when I can't write and the words are trapped between dimensions I feel as though I too am trapped in the moment, meant to simply sit and feel the pain of silence.
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Losing grip (repost)

His words like promises

blown into the air

impossible to grab

floating free without a care

Chasing after dreams

left dangling overhead

torture is the tease

for words that he once said

As she grasps for even whispers

sounds that once fell from his lips

in her hands she now realizes

he has fallen from her grips

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Losing grip (repost)

His words like promises
blown into the air
impossible to grab
floating free without a care

Chasing after dreams
left dangling overhead
torture is the tease
for words that he once said

As she grasps for even whispers
sounds that once fell from his lips
in her hands she now realizes
he has fallen from her grips
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Written by paintingskies in portal Poetry & Free Verse

permanent press

this is how i hold onto you:

ankle socks, a baseball cap,

your ball state crewneck draped

over my skin so that i am a ghost

of you. i look in the mirror

and see pockets, seams

fraying, edges stitched inside-out

because i've never patched exit wounds

in my gums, i've never bound

my body without a handyman's help. 

the new cotton doesn't hold me

like you did. it stuffs my scars

but stifles sparks. i felt more comfortable

dressed in static. i miss

the electricity between us,

days spent waiting to be ironed

so we could rid ourselves of our wrinkles,

and sort the good days from the bad

like bath towels from rags. i wish

we could love like we do laundry,

forgive, rinse, and repeat. i wish

the thumps of the washer were your heartbeat.

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Written by paintingskies in portal Poetry & Free Verse
permanent press
this is how i hold onto you:
ankle socks, a baseball cap,
your ball state crewneck draped
over my skin so that i am a ghost
of you. i look in the mirror
and see pockets, seams
fraying, edges stitched inside-out
because i've never patched exit wounds
in my gums, i've never bound
my body without a handyman's help. 
the new cotton doesn't hold me
like you did. it stuffs my scars
but stifles sparks. i felt more comfortable
dressed in static. i miss
the electricity between us,
days spent waiting to be ironed
so we could rid ourselves of our wrinkles,
and sort the good days from the bad
like bath towels from rags. i wish
we could love like we do laundry,
forgive, rinse, and repeat. i wish
the thumps of the washer were your heartbeat.
#poetry  #freeverse  #freewrite 
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Written by Lenore in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Consummation

**A romantic haiku series re-imagining of the wedding night of Hades, god of the Underworld, and Persephone, goddess of spring. Enjoy! **

(Persephone)

Smoking ember eyes.

You stare at me, ravenous,

starved for fruits of love.

Still, I hesitate.

Other gods might think me plain…

can I satisfy?

Hopeful, I surmise

from your devout, ardent gaze,

hot like sun above,

I can satiate

with love that endearing thirst.

Gladly, I will try.

(Hades)

Shyly, you undress.

My heart bounds into my throat.

Venus pales to you.

Suffocating throb,

lustful blood rushes through me

from my spell-bound heart.

Your sweet blushes bless.

My hot desire swells unchecked...

How I ache for you!

Come to me, my love,

Feed me your forbidden fruit.

Let our passion start.

My goddess, your heart

will be what I seek to please

in giving my own.

Though your touch I crave,

more so, I yearn to delight

you, beloved wife.

I pleasure each part,

Feel you quiver in my arms,

cling, and gasp, and moan.

Love has me enslaved.

Eagerly I serve you, Queen.

Death will give you life.

(Persephone)

You thrill with your touch…

With your kisses, raise goosebumps

on my rosebud skin.

With your gaze you stun….

Tempting whispers in my ear…

Fantasies you rouse…

Your dark locks I clutch,

As I urge you with my eyes

And you enter in…

At last, we are one!

Eternally, I am yours,

My lord, king, and spouse.

_________________________

(c) Lenore 2017

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Written by Lenore in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Consummation
**A romantic haiku series re-imagining of the wedding night of Hades, god of the Underworld, and Persephone, goddess of spring. Enjoy! **

(Persephone)

Smoking ember eyes.
You stare at me, ravenous,
starved for fruits of love.

Still, I hesitate.
Other gods might think me plain…
can I satisfy?

Hopeful, I surmise
from your devout, ardent gaze,
hot like sun above,

I can satiate
with love that endearing thirst.
Gladly, I will try.

(Hades)

Shyly, you undress.
My heart bounds into my throat.
Venus pales to you.

Suffocating throb,
lustful blood rushes through me
from my spell-bound heart.

Your sweet blushes bless.
My hot desire swells unchecked...
How I ache for you!

Come to me, my love,
Feed me your forbidden fruit.
Let our passion start.

My goddess, your heart
will be what I seek to please
in giving my own.

Though your touch I crave,
more so, I yearn to delight
you, beloved wife.

I pleasure each part,
Feel you quiver in my arms,
cling, and gasp, and moan.

Love has me enslaved.
Eagerly I serve you, Queen.
Death will give you life.

(Persephone)

You thrill with your touch…
With your kisses, raise goosebumps
on my rosebud skin.

With your gaze you stun….
Tempting whispers in my ear…
Fantasies you rouse…

Your dark locks I clutch,
As I urge you with my eyes
And you enter in…

At last, we are one!
Eternally, I am yours,
My lord, king, and spouse.

_________________________
(c) Lenore 2017
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Written by Squeakypeewee01 in portal Letters From Prison

The Feeling of Loneliness

An empty shell

Tired

Pictures of family on the walls

Love from smiles

But nobody calls

Heart sinking

To the dark hole of nothingness

Sick to my stomach

Because no one cares


A meal for one

The lonely sit

Depressed

Sad

But what does it mean?

A solitary candle alone with its glow

Will someone please share my day

A story or even go see a play


Minutes, hours -they're all the same

Going insane

Talking out loud

To only a shadow

It's company I want, but never found

Dark thoughts creep in

And overflow

Happiness, love

A vanishing trust


Infrequent dose of visits

Lifts the mood for a time

But soon I will be alone

When all is said and done

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Written by Squeakypeewee01 in portal Letters From Prison
The Feeling of Loneliness
An empty shell
Tired
Pictures of family on the walls
Love from smiles
But nobody calls
Heart sinking
To the dark hole of nothingness
Sick to my stomach
Because no one cares

A meal for one
The lonely sit
Depressed
Sad
But what does it mean?
A solitary candle alone with its glow
Will someone please share my day
A story or even go see a play

Minutes, hours -they're all the same
Going insane
Talking out loud
To only a shadow
It's company I want, but never found
Dark thoughts creep in
And overflow
Happiness, love
A vanishing trust

Infrequent dose of visits
Lifts the mood for a time
But soon I will be alone
When all is said and done
#poetry  #loneliness  #LettersFromPrison 
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Written by DavidMark in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Always too few

Lavender and Rosemary

Inhaling fennel

Memories of licorice

Whisking the unwary

On a trip down the ages

In search of things past

Like the unreadable Frenchman

The scent of nature

Thumbs back the pages

And makes the present retreat

To when things were new

But for me it was not cakes

Instead penny treats

Out of the jar

And always too few.

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Written by DavidMark in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Always too few
Lavender and Rosemary
Inhaling fennel
Memories of licorice
Whisking the unwary
On a trip down the ages
In search of things past
Like the unreadable Frenchman
The scent of nature
Thumbs back the pages
And makes the present retreat
To when things were new
But for me it was not cakes
Instead penny treats
Out of the jar
And always too few.
#poetry  #culture 
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Chapter 4 of The Nymphs
Written by Cross in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Callisto

Hers is a most tragic tale

Of unjust punishment.

A victim of divine rape.

An unwanted pregnancy.

Broken, her oath of chastity.

Her shame, unable to hide.

Expelled by her sisters.

Hunted by her Goddess.

Targeted by Hera's wrath;

Yet Zeus was the debaucher.

Cursed into the form of a bear.

Nearly killed by her bastard son.

They survived as constellations.

But Hera would yet have her revenge.

By the will of Oceanus,

Mother and son never to meet.

Look at the stars, wanderer.

Ursa Major and Minor.

Circumpolar.

Eternally apart.

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Chapter 4 of The Nymphs
Written by Cross in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Callisto
Hers is a most tragic tale
Of unjust punishment.

A victim of divine rape.
An unwanted pregnancy.

Broken, her oath of chastity.
Her shame, unable to hide.

Expelled by her sisters.
Hunted by her Goddess.

Targeted by Hera's wrath;
Yet Zeus was the debaucher.

Cursed into the form of a bear.
Nearly killed by her bastard son.

They survived as constellations.
But Hera would yet have her revenge.

By the will of Oceanus,
Mother and son never to meet.

Look at the stars, wanderer.
Ursa Major and Minor.
Circumpolar.
Eternally apart.
#poetry  #mythology  #nymphs 
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Written by sandflea68 in portal Horror & Thriller

Anonymous Killer For Hire(*check specials!)

Name: Don’t Ask – Just call me “J"

Telephone: I’ll contact you (place an ad saying, “searching for nirvana” and I’ll be in                         touch.)

Specialty: wet work

                “accidents”

                body disposal

                wives, husbands, employers, disgruntled employees

                sniper, knives, ropes, swords, poison, you name it

                can pin it on someone else of your choosing

                guilt free for you and for me (I’m a psychopath)

                can’t be traced, no fingerprints on file

                kidnapping, holding for ransom

                mother-in-law’s, boyfriends, girlfriends, ex-friends, your choice

                sabotage resulting in death

                fake insurance claims

Payment: Drop box, 100% in advance. Since you have contacted me and made me aware                 of your need, you already have received my sterling recommendations and                         know I will fulfill your assignment.

                I charge according to what you need done but I am not cheap!

Advantage: I can blend in with a crowd, very experienced; will send photos as proof, no

                 evidence left at scene. 

Special:    *Second murder 25% off!

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Written by sandflea68 in portal Horror & Thriller
Anonymous Killer For Hire(*check specials!)
Name: Don’t Ask – Just call me “J"

Telephone: I’ll contact you (place an ad saying, “searching for nirvana” and I’ll be in                         touch.)

Specialty: wet work
                “accidents”
                body disposal
                wives, husbands, employers, disgruntled employees
                sniper, knives, ropes, swords, poison, you name it
                can pin it on someone else of your choosing
                guilt free for you and for me (I’m a psychopath)
                can’t be traced, no fingerprints on file
                kidnapping, holding for ransom
                mother-in-law’s, boyfriends, girlfriends, ex-friends, your choice
                sabotage resulting in death
                fake insurance claims

Payment: Drop box, 100% in advance. Since you have contacted me and made me aware                 of your need, you already have received my sterling recommendations and                         know I will fulfill your assignment.
                I charge according to what you need done but I am not cheap!

Advantage: I can blend in with a crowd, very experienced; will send photos as proof, no
                 evidence left at scene. 

Special:    *Second murder 25% off!

#challenge  #KillerResume 
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