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All I Can Give

As the sun sets

and the moon reigns and rules

our past bets become

futile pursuits and die as the

days are ticked on our calendars

marking our ascent into heaven

Holier than the morning song

and scarier than unpromised dawn

a flower blooms again

and life has met its adversary

where no one is meant to live

a source of misconception

is all I can give

as we learn our lessons

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Written by LadyOfBirds in portal Poetry & Free Verse
All I Can Give
As the sun sets
and the moon reigns and rules
our past bets become
futile pursuits and die as the
days are ticked on our calendars
marking our ascent into heaven

Holier than the morning song
and scarier than unpromised dawn
a flower blooms again
and life has met its adversary
where no one is meant to live
a source of misconception
is all I can give
as we learn our lessons
#poetry  #life 
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Write a poem with the beginning line....I sat down by the river Styx.
Written by poeticasymptote in portal Poetry & Free Verse

By the River

I sat down by the river Styx

And watched the water glow

With silver threads

But muddled with gray soil

Of lives half-lived, third-lived

And deaths half-buried, third-grieved

And I thought

Where would each soul

Go after the passing

Round the bend of no pain

No gain, no shame?

I sat by the river

And wondered if I flew a kite

That sways with the direction

Of where the current was going;

If it fell, would it drown

In the lapse of time;

Would it drift along

With the thread still

Tied to my frozen hand?

What is death and what is life?

A bidimensional illusion

That flows and intermingle—

One leading to another

In both ways.

What of the river

That makes us sick?

Which way is forward

And which one is back?

Is the current fast or slow?

Is my mind too slow

To catch up with tomorrow

Or is it too fast

In running towards the past?

How do you dream of the future

When all you wish are the days before?

I want to know, I want to know

Because the pain comes

With every ebb and flow.

I watched the river;

You were wrong.

I have no fear.

I just see too much

I feel too much

I think too much

And in all that

I still don't have enough.

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Write a poem with the beginning line....I sat down by the river Styx.
Written by poeticasymptote in portal Poetry & Free Verse
By the River
I sat down by the river Styx
And watched the water glow
With silver threads
But muddled with gray soil
Of lives half-lived, third-lived
And deaths half-buried, third-grieved
And I thought
Where would each soul
Go after the passing
Round the bend of no pain
No gain, no shame?

I sat by the river
And wondered if I flew a kite
That sways with the direction
Of where the current was going;
If it fell, would it drown
In the lapse of time;
Would it drift along
With the thread still
Tied to my frozen hand?

What is death and what is life?
A bidimensional illusion
That flows and intermingle—
One leading to another
In both ways.

What of the river
That makes us sick?
Which way is forward
And which one is back?
Is the current fast or slow?

Is my mind too slow
To catch up with tomorrow
Or is it too fast
In running towards the past?
How do you dream of the future
When all you wish are the days before?
I want to know, I want to know
Because the pain comes
With every ebb and flow.

I watched the river;
You were wrong.
I have no fear.
I just see too much
I feel too much
I think too much
And in all that
I still don't have enough.
#poetry  #philosophy  #life  #pain  #dark 
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Short and sweet challenge. Write a story--a horror, thriller, drama, comedy,?tragedy, etc.--in 15 words. See how much impact you can make with such few words.
Written by Jasper

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“Inoperable.”

I heard that dreaded, freeing word,

then left for the ends of the Earth.

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Short and sweet challenge. Write a story--a horror, thriller, drama, comedy,?tragedy, etc.--in 15 words. See how much impact you can make with such few words.
Written by Jasper
Sentence
“Inoperable.”

I heard that dreaded, freeing word,

then left for the ends of the Earth.
#life  #death  #spirituality  #15WordStory 
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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 Syne in portal Poetry & Free Verse

No Light Without Darkness

Without darkness there is no light

Without wrongness there is no right

Without pain there is no relief

There is no hero without the thief

There is no valor without our fears

No evidence of love without our tears

Nowhere to rise if there's no way to fall

No reason to try if we have it all

The greatest kindness is born from grief

And there is passion only because life is brief

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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 Syne in portal Poetry & Free Verse
No Light Without Darkness
Without darkness there is no light
Without wrongness there is no right
Without pain there is no relief
There is no hero without the thief
There is no valor without our fears
No evidence of love without our tears
Nowhere to rise if there's no way to fall
No reason to try if we have it all
The greatest kindness is born from grief
And there is passion only because life is brief
#fiction  #romance  #poetry  #philosophy  #life  #spirituality  #advice  #lesson  #consolation 
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Written by LadyOfBirds in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Orchids

May came through my window, softly

not wanting to wake the life that

still slept and breathed when 

the world shut down

and the lights of the town

faded in now and forever

It was easy to live and to forget

and to set timetables for things

that haven't happened yet

but were anticipated by the anger

and frustration of the afternoon and

evenings that followed birth

sculpted by the hands of the earth

and shaped to fit a common soul's worth

But as the shift came forward

and all that was accepted became scarce

a beginning was made and an end was reached

and open fields met their breach

to the eyes who saw not love 

but an enemy in life's arms

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Written by LadyOfBirds in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Orchids
May came through my window, softly
not wanting to wake the life that
still slept and breathed when 
the world shut down
and the lights of the town
faded in now and forever

It was easy to live and to forget
and to set timetables for things
that haven't happened yet
but were anticipated by the anger
and frustration of the afternoon and
evenings that followed birth
sculpted by the hands of the earth
and shaped to fit a common soul's worth

But as the shift came forward
and all that was accepted became scarce
a beginning was made and an end was reached
and open fields met their breach
to the eyes who saw not love 
but an enemy in life's arms
#poetry  #life 
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Written by Soulhearts in portal Stream of Consciousness

Love is always never enough.

I have given it the best I can.

The way I know how.

I thought that as long as I give love truly, wholeheartedly then it would be all that it takes to make you better, to make me better. But I was wrong.

Love was never the answer.

Love is a bully. It pushes you to give

and give until there's nothing left of you.Why do we love then when the only thing it gives back are broken souls and tears —hurts that never heal? We are all damned and death is the only thing waiting for us in the end.

What's wrong with love?

What's wrong with loving?

Love be kind, please be kind.

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Written by Soulhearts in portal Stream of Consciousness
Love is always never enough.
I have given it the best I can.
The way I know how.
I thought that as long as I give love truly, wholeheartedly then it would be all that it takes to make you better, to make me better. But I was wrong.
Love was never the answer.
Love is a bully. It pushes you to give
and give until there's nothing left of you.Why do we love then when the only thing it gives back are broken souls and tears —hurts that never heal? We are all damned and death is the only thing waiting for us in the end.
What's wrong with love?
What's wrong with loving?
Love be kind, please be kind.

#nonfiction  #life  #love  #opinion  #notapoem  #arantatlove  #arantatlife 
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Challenge of the Week #61: Write a piece of flash fiction about rejection. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
Written by Syne

The Man Who Was Too Mediocre

Frank had always done his job the right way, finished his work on time. He had never gotten into arguments and had gone to church every Sunday.

So he was not expecting to hear what Peter told him.

"Such an unpleasant situation. I'm afraid I cannot allow you to pass. It pains me to have to send you Below, but I have no choice. This place is reserved for the best of your kind. Yahweh's rules. I'm truly sorry."

And then Frank felt his phantom limbs leave the ground as he plunged towards Hell at the speed of light. He felt his soul stringed and stretched like melted cheese, like a light wave being sucked into a black hole.

Then darkness. He was still now, though he felt no ground beneath him. He could sense only emptiness around him.

Suddenly, from the void, a voice spoke to him. It was deeper than anything meant to be heard by human ears, but the voice penetrated him and resonated through every fiber of his soul. Every word seemed to last an eternity.

"You do not belong here.

This is a place reserved for the worst among you.

You carry no evil, no hatred.

No fears to feed from, nor any hopes or dreams to drain you of.

I have no use for you.

Be gone."

And so rejected from both Heaven and Hell, Frank was left to wander through the spiritual realm. He journeyed for thousands of years, searching every corner of limbo for a place to rest his soul.

He encountered Anubis,Thoth, and Ammut, and they judged him and weighed his heart.

But they could neither welcome him nor condemn him, for his heart contained nothing inside of it and was lighter than the feather, Maat. Thoth had never recorded an event like that before.

He met The Enlightened One, who meditated in empathy for Frank.

But Frank could not be reincarnated, for the way he had led his life had not been good, but it had not been bad either, so any new manifestation of Frank could not be anything greater or worse than himself. And coming back as your past self is prohibited for mortals.

Enlightenment was even more out of the question.

He reached the bank of the River Styx but did not have a single obol to pay for passage, so Charon could not let him step foot on his ferry.

He tried to become a ghost, but even that he could not be, for any mortal must have a strong purpose in life in order to remain attached to the physical plane.

So, aimlessly he wandered for many more centuries, barely existing as little more than a long lost memory. It was not much different than how he had existed in his physical form, and Frank realized he didn't mind limbo so much after all. Limbo was not good, but it wasn't bad either.

And that suited Frank just fine.

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Challenge of the Week #61: Write a piece of flash fiction about rejection. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
Written by Syne
The Man Who Was Too Mediocre
Frank had always done his job the right way, finished his work on time. He had never gotten into arguments and had gone to church every Sunday.
So he was not expecting to hear what Peter told him.

"Such an unpleasant situation. I'm afraid I cannot allow you to pass. It pains me to have to send you Below, but I have no choice. This place is reserved for the best of your kind. Yahweh's rules. I'm truly sorry."

And then Frank felt his phantom limbs leave the ground as he plunged towards Hell at the speed of light. He felt his soul stringed and stretched like melted cheese, like a light wave being sucked into a black hole.

Then darkness. He was still now, though he felt no ground beneath him. He could sense only emptiness around him.

Suddenly, from the void, a voice spoke to him. It was deeper than anything meant to be heard by human ears, but the voice penetrated him and resonated through every fiber of his soul. Every word seemed to last an eternity.

"You do not belong here.
This is a place reserved for the worst among you.
You carry no evil, no hatred.
No fears to feed from, nor any hopes or dreams to drain you of.
I have no use for you.
Be gone."

And so rejected from both Heaven and Hell, Frank was left to wander through the spiritual realm. He journeyed for thousands of years, searching every corner of limbo for a place to rest his soul.

He encountered Anubis,Thoth, and Ammut, and they judged him and weighed his heart.
But they could neither welcome him nor condemn him, for his heart contained nothing inside of it and was lighter than the feather, Maat. Thoth had never recorded an event like that before.

He met The Enlightened One, who meditated in empathy for Frank.
But Frank could not be reincarnated, for the way he had led his life had not been good, but it had not been bad either, so any new manifestation of Frank could not be anything greater or worse than himself. And coming back as your past self is prohibited for mortals.
Enlightenment was even more out of the question.

He reached the bank of the River Styx but did not have a single obol to pay for passage, so Charon could not let him step foot on his ferry.

He tried to become a ghost, but even that he could not be, for any mortal must have a strong purpose in life in order to remain attached to the physical plane.

So, aimlessly he wandered for many more centuries, barely existing as little more than a long lost memory. It was not much different than how he had existed in his physical form, and Frank realized he didn't mind limbo so much after all. Limbo was not good, but it wasn't bad either.

And that suited Frank just fine.
#fantasy  #scifi  #fiction  #adventure  #philosophy  #life  #death  #spirituality  #culture  #mythology  #god  #buddhism  #biblical  #mediocrity 
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Written by poeticasymptote in portal Haiku

Timestamps (a haiku sextet)

Fog

Blanket wrap of mist

Lasting embrace of the clouds

Ere parting with earth

Dewdrops

Soothing crystal drops

Tearful kisses of the night

As darkness departs

Sunlight

Bounded by nothing

Sends warmth across time and space

Its presence made known

Moonlight

A bright reminder

That as the world turns away

It's never forsaken

Horizon

Immortally drawn

The line of separation

And the place to meet

Sand

Canvas of the sea

Carpet walk till waves return

Everything in place

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Written by poeticasymptote in portal Haiku
Timestamps (a haiku sextet)
Fog

Blanket wrap of mist
Lasting embrace of the clouds
Ere parting with earth


Dewdrops

Soothing crystal drops
Tearful kisses of the night
As darkness departs


Sunlight

Bounded by nothing
Sends warmth across time and space
Its presence made known


Moonlight

A bright reminder
That as the world turns away
It's never forsaken


Horizon

Immortally drawn
The line of separation
And the place to meet


Sand

Canvas of the sea
Carpet walk till waves return
Everything in place
#poetry  #life  #nature  #seasons  #time 
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The Pi challenge. Pi day (3.14 March 14) is just around the corner and I would like you to write a micropoem with a 3-word title and consists of exactly 14 lines. The poem must be about pies or pi! Make me irrationally hungry! (15-92 words)
Written by poeticasymptote in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Life of Pi

Irrationally in, all in

Transcending, sequencing

Numbers in, stories in

belonging, growing

Listening in, living in

Realized dream, daydreaming

Really in, wholly in

All places between

Infinitely in, digits in

Rhythm, order, spelling

Rhyming in, singing in

Dazzling, breathtaking, looping

Cornered in, pulled in

Meaningfully confusing string

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The Pi challenge. Pi day (3.14 March 14) is just around the corner and I would like you to write a micropoem with a 3-word title and consists of exactly 14 lines. The poem must be about pies or pi! Make me irrationally hungry! (15-92 words)
Written by poeticasymptote in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Life of Pi
Irrationally in, all in
Transcending, sequencing
Numbers in, stories in
belonging, growing
Listening in, living in
Realized dream, daydreaming
Really in, wholly in
All places between
Infinitely in, digits in
Rhythm, order, spelling
Rhyming in, singing in
Dazzling, breathtaking, looping
Cornered in, pulled in
Meaningfully confusing string
#poetry  #philosophy  #life  #math  #pi 
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Written by LadyOfBirds in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Emmeline

The windows close upon the day

and hours soon decline

your conscience is a product

of a vintage, cool and fine

but days are soon between us

I tried to make it last

but all you really wanted was a 

feeling from the past

You never really lived up to the words that you had spoken

and now I'm left to face the world, sad, alone, and broken

I've kept the letters in a trunk

and watched as many ships had sunk

along the frightful bay

where I knew that you would stay

A pity it is

oh, pity the fool

whose heart was never genuine

and used souls like his tools

Broken windows now

as all the souls escape 

and wallow in the absence

of a well deserved fate

oh, the night is now a blanket 

and it shines across a sea

where your body left its markings 

of the essence from your flee

Oh capture!

Capture my body!

Capture me!

How blind I was

Why did I not see?

Many a moon

and many a sea

Many a feeling by

the man who 

used to love me...

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Written by LadyOfBirds in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Emmeline
The windows close upon the day
and hours soon decline
your conscience is a product
of a vintage, cool and fine
but days are soon between us
I tried to make it last
but all you really wanted was a 
feeling from the past

You never really lived up to the words that you had spoken
and now I'm left to face the world, sad, alone, and broken

I've kept the letters in a trunk
and watched as many ships had sunk
along the frightful bay
where I knew that you would stay

A pity it is
oh, pity the fool
whose heart was never genuine
and used souls like his tools

Broken windows now
as all the souls escape 
and wallow in the absence
of a well deserved fate
oh, the night is now a blanket 
and it shines across a sea
where your body left its markings 
of the essence from your flee

Oh capture!
Capture my body!
Capture me!
How blind I was
Why did I not see?

Many a moon
and many a sea

Many a feeling by
the man who 
used to love me...
#poetry  #life  #brokenheart  #glimpses  #Emmeline 
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