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Written by DSMiffed in portal Letters From Prison

Get Over You

Write a poem about what you’ve learned about yourself whilst in prison.


I came into prison all on my own

And until recently, upon my face was a frown

I became so close to a girl called Leanne

She turned my frown upside down

I was moved from one wing to another

And very quickly I replaced her with another

This girl, she knew I liked her from the start

And out of nowhere she stole my heart

I knew her time was nearly here

For her to go live her life

I thought our love was dear and true

But fact is, I’ll never get over you


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Written by DSMiffed in portal Letters From Prison
Get Over You
Write a poem about what you’ve learned about yourself whilst in prison.

I came into prison all on my own
And until recently, upon my face was a frown
I became so close to a girl called Leanne
She turned my frown upside down
I was moved from one wing to another
And very quickly I replaced her with another
This girl, she knew I liked her from the start
And out of nowhere she stole my heart
I knew her time was nearly here
For her to go live her life
I thought our love was dear and true
But fact is, I’ll never get over you

#romance  #poetry  #love  #LettersFromPrison 
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Written by kaenjelkjern in portal Poetry & Free Verse

I have tasted the rain

Falling

         e

         n

         t

         l

         y(ou too have tasted watched the stars)

And deadly,

Both

Flooding the senses

                           (ense this;

                            

                            It is general

                            Consensus

                            That we will ache

                            In life)t

                                      e

                                      r

                                      n

                                      a

                                      l

                                      l

                                      y.

I have tasted drops formed from

Mo         ai

      u    t       n

         n              s,

And dew formed upon

g    g    g    g    g

r     r    r     r    r

a     a    a    a    a

s     s     s    s    s

s     s     s    s    s(teady yourself.

You can bend

And also mend)

That grows

Taller than I do(not compare).

I aspire to be such grass,

Even as I taste rain

That

t m u o l s t u u l u y

Drowns even the ocean

(I fear the water

But oh I know it is passionate).

It waters these roots

                            (u

                             n

                             will come again)

And I fasten myself further

And my limbs Ache such an Ache

And it is in the Aching

That I am

Making myself(or the

B   eaking

   r

never lasts)

And I follow my mothers

(the mothers, the daughters, how holy are our

Spirits)

Who have bathed in the rain.

Earth is a woman of virtue leading the raindance

jump love song

Within the stars(hethey have watched the stars

                                                                      o

                                                                      eagerly)

And I am a mere virgin born from her and Mercury,

Virgin to myself,

My messages,

My rains(o many are yet to come.

So many have been weathered),

My pains.

So it seems.

My hair has turned green

And I find new names

And grow gr

                    a

                        s

                            Strong roots

(They say it is greener

But familiar dewdroprains

Scale the blades of our eyes

With Emerald hues if we open them)

When I practice

(oh it takes practice.

All in due time) the raindance

jump love song.

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Written by kaenjelkjern in portal Poetry & Free Verse
I have tasted the rain
Falling
         e
         n
         t
         l
         y(ou too have tasted watched the stars)
And deadly,
Both
Flooding the senses
                           (ense this;
                            
                            It is general
                            Consensus
                            That we will ache
                            In life)t
                                      e
                                      r
                                      n
                                      a
                                      l
                                      l
                                      y.

I have tasted drops formed from
Mo         ai
      u    t       n
         n              s,
And dew formed upon
g    g    g    g    g
r     r    r     r    r
a     a    a    a    a
s     s     s    s    s
s     s     s    s    s(teady yourself.

You can bend
And also mend)

That grows
Taller than I do(not compare).

I aspire to be such grass,
Even as I taste rain
That
t m u o l s t u u l u y
Drowns even the ocean
(I fear the water
But oh I know it is passionate).

It waters these roots
                            (u
                             n
                             will come again)
And I fasten myself further

And my limbs Ache such an Ache
And it is in the Aching
That I am
Making myself(or the
B   eaking
   r
never lasts)

And I follow my mothers
(the mothers, the daughters, how holy are our
Spirits)
Who have bathed in the rain.

Earth is a woman of virtue leading the raindance
jump love song
Within the stars(hethey have watched the stars
                                                                      o
                                                                      eagerly)
And I am a mere virgin born from her and Mercury,
Virgin to myself,
My messages,
My rains(o many are yet to come.
So many have been weathered),
My pains.

So it seems.

My hair has turned green
And I find new names
And grow gr
                    a
                        s
                            Strong roots
(They say it is greener
But familiar dewdroprains
Scale the blades of our eyes
With Emerald hues if we open them)

When I practice
(oh it takes practice.

All in due time) the raindance
jump love song.
#nonfiction  #poetry  #love  #spirituality  #culture 
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Her Soul Within Our Soul

Note: This is actually a song I wrote some time ago for my father when my grandmother passed away. I thought I would share it here.

Heaven, you've opened up your door

To the loveliest angel

You've ever seen before

She's with you now

And father, you haven't let her go

She's gone to a place

Where she can look down below

And watch over you

Brother, do you remember how

We'd walk next to her

With our eyes on the ground

Hunting for gold

Well now you know she's up above

Eyes looking down

Heart still full of love

I can feel her in my soul

Her wisdom in the morning breeze

Her strength within our bones

Her light above the tallest trees

Her soul within our soul

Mother, do you remember well

The wisest of words

She'd always tell

There's nothing she didn't know

And father, I know you miss her so

But she's with us all

She hasn't let you go

I can feel it in my soul

Her wisdom in the morning breeze

Her strength within our bones

Her light above the tallest trees

Her soul within our soul

Her vision in our eyes

Her kindness in our hearts

Her words within our minds

Her soul within our soul

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Written by Syne
Her Soul Within Our Soul
Note: This is actually a song I wrote some time ago for my father when my grandmother passed away. I thought I would share it here.

Heaven, you've opened up your door
To the loveliest angel
You've ever seen before
She's with you now

And father, you haven't let her go
She's gone to a place
Where she can look down below
And watch over you

Brother, do you remember how
We'd walk next to her
With our eyes on the ground
Hunting for gold

Well now you know she's up above
Eyes looking down
Heart still full of love
I can feel her in my soul

Her wisdom in the morning breeze
Her strength within our bones
Her light above the tallest trees
Her soul within our soul

Mother, do you remember well
The wisest of words
She'd always tell
There's nothing she didn't know

And father, I know you miss her so
But she's with us all
She hasn't let you go
I can feel it in my soul

Her wisdom in the morning breeze
Her strength within our bones
Her light above the tallest trees
Her soul within our soul

Her vision in our eyes
Her kindness in our hearts
Her words within our minds
Her soul within our soul
#poetry  #philosophy  #death  #love  #spirituality  #lyrics  #heaven 
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Written by Jasper in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Our Place

where the song of our life sings

where the whisper of our love lingers

where each antique piece has a history

where the fairy lights twinkle and candles flicker

where my love writes her stories

where we prepare our favorite meals

where we cuddle watching our shows

where the cats snuggle in laundry piles

where we share our deepest secrets

where we soothe each other’s inner demons

where we make our love under the moonlight

where our waking hours are better than our dreams

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Written by Jasper in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Our Place
where the song of our life sings
where the whisper of our love lingers

where each antique piece has a history
where the fairy lights twinkle and candles flicker

where my love writes her stories
where we prepare our favorite meals

where we cuddle watching our shows
where the cats snuggle in laundry piles

where we share our deepest secrets
where we soothe each other’s inner demons

where we make our love under the moonlight
where our waking hours are better than our dreams
#romance  #poetry  #love  #home 
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Write a poem with the beginning line....I sat down by the river Styx.
Written by Syne in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Orpheus's Lament

I sat down by the River Styx

Knowing I'd never feel her kiss

My Eurydice

She was taken from me

Dissolved into the mist

And my hand it groped the hilt

As I agonized in my guilt

If I used the blade

Could I see her face?

Would in vain my blood be spilt?

But instead I built a pyre

And for her I played my lyre

I remembered her

Then her red embers

Welcomed me into the fire

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Written by Syne in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Orpheus's Lament
I sat down by the River Styx
Knowing I'd never feel her kiss
My Eurydice
She was taken from me
Dissolved into the mist

And my hand it groped the hilt
As I agonized in my guilt
If I used the blade
Could I see her face?
Would in vain my blood be spilt?

But instead I built a pyre
And for her I played my lyre
I remembered her
Then her red embers
Welcomed me into the fire
#fantasy  #fiction  #romance  #poetry  #mystery  #love  #spirituality  #mythology  #loss  #tragedy  #greek  #Orpheus  #eurydice 
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Written by whiskeyglitter in portal Poetry & Free Verse

// I don't know when it happened

It used to be these walls.

It used to be these walls 

and that desk in the corner.

It used to be the big bed near the 

window and the clock on the stand.

It used to be the wood table 

and the mismatched chairs.

Then it became something else.

It became the jingle of my dogs

collar bouncing off the floor.

It became the crackle of oil in the pan 

and the smell of garlic on my clothes.

It became sleeping diagonal 

on that big bed just because I could.

It became my favorite coconut shampoo 

and my too long, too hot showers.

It became leaving the windows 

open and the lights off because 

I liked the breeze and the sunshine.

It became dancing around 

to "Georgia on My Mind" 

in the middle of the night while 

I made the dinner I forgot to eat.

I don't know when it happened.

I thought it was supposed to be this place.

It was this place for a long time.

But now.

Now it's you bubble-singing to me 

while you brush your teeth 

and I fog up the mirror.

Now it's the way you look at me 

across the table while we have

the dinner you remind me to eat.

Now it's you dancing with our dog 

while I make breakfast 

in the bright light of morning and 

the sounds of traffic from downstairs.

Now it's me getting flowers for 

the stand because I thought of you and

how you’d smile when you saw them.

Now it's having you,

tangled up with me in this 

too-big bed by the window.

Now it's when you kiss me

with those lips 

and those eyes 

and that body

and I think how

this is it because

now it's you.

Now it's you you you.

I don't know when it happened.

But it did.

It's not the walls.

It's not the table or the clock.

It happened and it's you.

You, darling, are home.

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Written by whiskeyglitter in portal Poetry & Free Verse
// I don't know when it happened
It used to be these walls.
It used to be these walls 
and that desk in the corner.
It used to be the big bed near the 
window and the clock on the stand.
It used to be the wood table 
and the mismatched chairs.

Then it became something else.
It became the jingle of my dogs
collar bouncing off the floor.
It became the crackle of oil in the pan 
and the smell of garlic on my clothes.
It became sleeping diagonal 
on that big bed just because I could.
It became my favorite coconut shampoo 
and my too long, too hot showers.
It became leaving the windows 
open and the lights off because 
I liked the breeze and the sunshine.
It became dancing around 
to "Georgia on My Mind" 
in the middle of the night while 
I made the dinner I forgot to eat.

I don't know when it happened.
I thought it was supposed to be this place.
It was this place for a long time.

But now.
Now it's you bubble-singing to me 
while you brush your teeth 
and I fog up the mirror.
Now it's the way you look at me 
across the table while we have
the dinner you remind me to eat.
Now it's you dancing with our dog 
while I make breakfast 
in the bright light of morning and 
the sounds of traffic from downstairs.
Now it's me getting flowers for 
the stand because I thought of you and
how you’d smile when you saw them.
Now it's having you,
tangled up with me in this 
too-big bed by the window.
Now it's when you kiss me
with those lips 
and those eyes 
and that body
and I think how
this is it because
now it's you.
Now it's you you you.

I don't know when it happened.
But it did.
It's not the walls.
It's not the table or the clock.
It happened and it's you.

You, darling, are home.
#love  #home  #you 
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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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Written by scribblermikay in portal Poetry & Free Verse

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Are you really afraid of losing me? Or you’re just afraid of being lonely?

Do you really want me to stay because you love me? Or you just want more of my body?

Are you really scared of letting me go? Or you’re just scared of being alone?

Is your love for me real? Is that what you really feel?

Are we really in love tonight? Or are we just losing our minds?

It’s time for me to let you go, because I know you won’t do it for me.

Because darling, you’re scared of being lonely.

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Written by scribblermikay in portal Poetry & Free Verse
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Are you really afraid of losing me? Or you’re just afraid of being lonely?

Do you really want me to stay because you love me? Or you just want more of my body?

Are you really scared of letting me go? Or you’re just scared of being alone?

Is your love for me real? Is that what you really feel?

Are we really in love tonight? Or are we just losing our minds?

It’s time for me to let you go, because I know you won’t do it for me.
Because darling, you’re scared of being lonely.
#poetry  #love 
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They were standing in front of each other as he was catching his breath, and she was catching her tears.

“Do you still love me?” he asked.

She didn’t expect this question. Although she is very sure of her answer.

“I never stopped loving you.

Ever since we broke up, it was still you. In the morning when I wake up. In the afternoon when I drink our coffee. In the evening before I go to sleep. Every time I pass by our favorite street. Even every song I hear reminds me of you.”

He didn’t utter a single word. He stared blankly to her eyes, waiting. It was pure silence. Until she can bare the silence no more.

“I’m sorry, but I still haven’t learned to stop loving you.” she finally said, then walked away.

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They were standing in front of each other as he was catching his breath, and she was catching her tears.

“Do you still love me?” he asked.

She didn’t expect this question. Although she is very sure of her answer.

“I never stopped loving you.

Ever since we broke up, it was still you. In the morning when I wake up. In the afternoon when I drink our coffee. In the evening before I go to sleep. Every time I pass by our favorite street. Even every song I hear reminds me of you.”

He didn’t utter a single word. He stared blankly to her eyes, waiting. It was pure silence. Until she can bare the silence no more.

“I’m sorry, but I still haven’t learned to stop loving you.” she finally said, then walked away.
#romance  #poetry  #prose  #story  #love 
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Written by Kimba in portal Romance & Erotica

INFINITESIMAL

Their eyes met

and that one infinitesimal moment

held their entire future

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Written by Kimba in portal Romance & Erotica
INFINITESIMAL
Their eyes met
and that one infinitesimal moment
held their entire future
#romance  #poetry  #love 
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