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Once upon a field of snow
Written by dustygrein

His Love For Her

Once upon a field of snow

a babe was put to breast;

his mother’s sparkling eyes aglow

with love, she did impress

his love for her so deep and true

that every ounce of his soul knew

     his love for her.

     His love for her

waxed stronger daily as he grew.

Once upon a field of snow

a young man passed the test;

he earned the right to be her beau,

with passion he’d invest

his love for her, and thus he’d woo

his future bride; so fierce and true

     his love for her.

     His love for her

gave his heart wings, with which they flew.

Once upon a field of snow

a heart was laid to rest;

his soul mate, he had watched her go,

his tear-filled eyes confessed

his love for her, so strong and true.

His future, shaded gray and blue

     his love for her.

     His love for her

would somehow help him see it through.

(c) 2017 - dustygrein

** Note: This form is called a trijan refrain, and is one of my favorite poetic forms to work in. The triple stanza structure lends itself well to story arcs that encompass lifetimes.

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Once upon a field of snow
Written by dustygrein
His Love For Her
Once upon a field of snow
a babe was put to breast;
his mother’s sparkling eyes aglow
with love, she did impress
his love for her so deep and true
that every ounce of his soul knew
     his love for her.
     His love for her
waxed stronger daily as he grew.

Once upon a field of snow
a young man passed the test;
he earned the right to be her beau,
with passion he’d invest
his love for her, and thus he’d woo
his future bride; so fierce and true
     his love for her.
     His love for her
gave his heart wings, with which they flew.

Once upon a field of snow
a heart was laid to rest;
his soul mate, he had watched her go,
his tear-filled eyes confessed
his love for her, so strong and true.
His future, shaded gray and blue
     his love for her.
     His love for her
would somehow help him see it through.

(c) 2017 - dustygrein

** Note: This form is called a trijan refrain, and is one of my favorite poetic forms to work in. The triple stanza structure lends itself well to story arcs that encompass lifetimes.
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Written by dustygrein in portal Haiku

Eternal Love ~a senryu sequence~

Look inside my soul,

Gaze deeply within my heart;

Tell me what you see.

Can you see my love,

The glowing fire of passion

Burning there for you?

My desire for you

Is deeper than the ocean.

You make my heart soar.

There are times I feel

Overcome with dizziness

Looking in your eyes.

The day I found you

My life became more complete

Than it was before.

Come lie down with me;

Let your worries fade away,

Safe within my arms.

(c) 2015 - dustygrein

** Note: I know this is a portal for haiku, but the senryu is structurally a cousin, and both can be done in sequences. I love exploring human emotions in these series of verses, as opposed to seasons and the natural world, hence the senryu instead of the traditional haiku.

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Written by dustygrein in portal Haiku
Eternal Love ~a senryu sequence~
Look inside my soul,
Gaze deeply within my heart;
Tell me what you see.

Can you see my love,
The glowing fire of passion
Burning there for you?

My desire for you
Is deeper than the ocean.
You make my heart soar.

There are times I feel
Overcome with dizziness
Looking in your eyes.

The day I found you
My life became more complete
Than it was before.

Come lie down with me;
Let your worries fade away,
Safe within my arms.

(c) 2015 - dustygrein

** Note: I know this is a portal for haiku, but the senryu is structurally a cousin, and both can be done in sequences. I love exploring human emotions in these series of verses, as opposed to seasons and the natural world, hence the senryu instead of the traditional haiku.
#romance  #poetry  #philosophy  #spirituality  #culture 
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Written by Soulhearts in portal Poetry & Free Verse

The House I Live In

I live in a place where the walls are

uniformly lined Evergreens.

The ceiling is of white

puffy pillowy cumulus clouds

painting the cerulean sky.

The floors are made of moist green grass dotted with

pink and yellow wildflowers.

The air is a scented mix of freshly watered earth and sweet lavender.

Where the birds chirp a constant lullaby and the wind blows whispers

to the tune of the rustling leaves.

Butterflies and fireflies

are frolicking lovers here.

Never tiring, prancing till dusk.

Where the sun daily rises

to dance and play with lights and shadows.

I drink from a cold running brook

that refreshes my spirit

and eat freshly plucked blossoms

that perfumes my soul.

I sleep to the sound of rolling ripples,

set in a minuet of moonbeams.

This is your house

The house I love

The house I live in

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Written by Soulhearts in portal Poetry & Free Verse
The House I Live In
I live in a place where the walls are
uniformly lined Evergreens.
The ceiling is of white
puffy pillowy cumulus clouds
painting the cerulean sky.
The floors are made of moist green grass dotted with
pink and yellow wildflowers.

The air is a scented mix of freshly watered earth and sweet lavender.
Where the birds chirp a constant lullaby and the wind blows whispers
to the tune of the rustling leaves.

Butterflies and fireflies
are frolicking lovers here.
Never tiring, prancing till dusk.
Where the sun daily rises
to dance and play with lights and shadows.

I drink from a cold running brook
that refreshes my spirit
and eat freshly plucked blossoms
that perfumes my soul.
I sleep to the sound of rolling ripples,
set in a minuet of moonbeams.

This is your house
The house I love
The house I live in
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Write about a terrible character—a monster, a villain, the worst person you have ever known—and make that character sympathetic to readers.
Written by AlSalehi

The Dawn of the Night

Hush be still

and let me in;

You I’ll hold

and place within.

Open Yourself

as this is my Day;

This is my Time

prepare for my Play.

Constricting your vision

thus blinding your sight;

Completing my mission

as Darkness mates Light.

I am the One

who commits this Rape,

Whilst drowning your Sun

beneath my cape…

As no arm of Law,

has the reach of claw,

To escape,

my Escape.

Now I mean no harm

as I may seem dark;

But blame me not

for absorbing your spark.

Alas I’m held captive

in an equation;

By an ‘Empty Set’

that solves for Salvation.

Without you beneath me

I am potential in a womb;

For your being gives birth

to my arousal to consume.

I shall take your drought

and relieve all your fears;

As I rain upon you

with oceans of tears.

Should you elect to breathe

underneath my blinds;

It shall be by a bond

that forever binds…

Me onto you

with few tears left to cry;

Leaving you wet

with no warmth to help dry.

Succumb now to this slave

of Nature’s whimsical yearning;

For I’ve many visits to make

whilst this Earth keeps turning.

Hush my beloved

be laid tranquil and light;

For ‘at the end of the Day’

I am, the Night!

Copyright © 1986-2017

Al Salehi

All Rights Reserved

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Write about a terrible character—a monster, a villain, the worst person you have ever known—and make that character sympathetic to readers.
Written by AlSalehi
The Dawn of the Night
Hush be still
and let me in;
You I’ll hold
and place within.

Open Yourself
as this is my Day;
This is my Time
prepare for my Play.

Constricting your vision
thus blinding your sight;
Completing my mission
as Darkness mates Light.

I am the One
who commits this Rape,
Whilst drowning your Sun
beneath my cape…
As no arm of Law,
has the reach of claw,
To escape,
my Escape.

Now I mean no harm
as I may seem dark;
But blame me not
for absorbing your spark.

Alas I’m held captive
in an equation;
By an ‘Empty Set’
that solves for Salvation.

Without you beneath me
I am potential in a womb;
For your being gives birth
to my arousal to consume.

I shall take your drought
and relieve all your fears;
As I rain upon you
with oceans of tears.

Should you elect to breathe
underneath my blinds;
It shall be by a bond
that forever binds…

Me onto you
with few tears left to cry;
Leaving you wet
with no warmth to help dry.

Succumb now to this slave
of Nature’s whimsical yearning;
For I’ve many visits to make
whilst this Earth keeps turning.

Hush my beloved
be laid tranquil and light;
For ‘at the end of the Day’
I am, the Night!


Copyright © 1986-2017
Al Salehi
All Rights Reserved
#fantasy  #scifi  #fiction  #nonfiction  #romance  #horror  #adventure  #education  #poetry  #science  #philosophy  #mystery  #politics  #spirituality  #culture  #lyrics 
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Written by NyxNight in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Weakness

Why is it wrong to want love? 

To wake up with a smile, 

A warm hug. 

Why is it weak to give up a part of yourself? 

To be brighter with someone else. 

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Weakness
Why is it wrong to want love? 
To wake up with a smile, 
A warm hug. 
Why is it weak to give up a part of yourself? 
To be brighter with someone else. 
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Whisper

There was a time when the wind didn't whisper. 

It didn't always speak, you know.

There weren't always these voices-

this emptiness.

I'm almost sure that what I've heard this entire time

was an echo...

The sound of me crying myself to sleep.

The sound of me promising myself everything would be all right.

The sound of me telling myself I was overreacting.

And, this wouldn't hold so much weight 

if only these whispers were empty.

Empty like the rumors you hear around school;

You don't want to believe them, but you think you just might.

They shouldn't hold so much weight,

so much power over you,

but they do.

Because they're reminders of what you told yourself

When no one else was around. 

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Written by WistfulThinker in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Whisper
There was a time when the wind didn't whisper. 
It didn't always speak, you know.
There weren't always these voices-
this emptiness.
I'm almost sure that what I've heard this entire time
was an echo...
The sound of me crying myself to sleep.
The sound of me promising myself everything would be all right.
The sound of me telling myself I was overreacting.
And, this wouldn't hold so much weight 
if only these whispers were empty.
Empty like the rumors you hear around school;
You don't want to believe them, but you think you just might.
They shouldn't hold so much weight,
so much power over you,
but they do.
Because they're reminders of what you told yourself
When no one else was around. 
#poetry  #philosophy  #feelings  #opinion 
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We are a literary agency seeking fresh talent. In 200 words or more, demonstrate your writing talent. We will be in touch with any and all promising participants throughout the rest of this quarter.
Written by laminai

A Finite Resource

We all have the right to recognize our missteps, without surrendering our self-respect. We can refuse to live in a state of regret, and insist on moving ourselves forward. It's only fair that we give ourselves the permission to stand firmly where "sorry" doesn't always have to happen, but understanding and growth will flourish.

If we want to play the victim, the universe will gladly oblige our request. In the end, perspective is everything.

While there will always be external forces that exist around us, it is our own choice to perceive them as being for or against us. Making a habit of seeing opposition as an opportunity to challenge ourselves gives us the power to transform. When external forces are aimed negatively in our direction, it is our choice to allow our strength and sight to be weakened. We invite or decline the presence of destructive forces into our lives. Certain circumstances cannot be controlled, but we always have a choice to allow a circumstance to continue, or to walk away.

It is ok to say, "There will be no more of this towards me."

It is ok to say, "I am letting go, for my own health and happiness."

Everything may happen for a reason, but it's rarely for the reasons you've imagined.

Those that are not in alignment with our purpose still have a place in our story. They are present in our lives only to shake us from our sleep. To guide us back to the path we were taking before our minds became clouded by fear, envy, shame, or anger. To remind us that expectations are often, whenever demanded, not met by the same standards we envision. The universe has a way of reminding us that we are not in control of it. We are only in control of ourselves.

You are a perishable item, with a limited time, occupying a humble amount of space. Choose either to remain mindful and present or you will struggle with the past and future distortions of analyzing a singular existence.

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Written by laminai
A Finite Resource
We all have the right to recognize our missteps, without surrendering our self-respect. We can refuse to live in a state of regret, and insist on moving ourselves forward. It's only fair that we give ourselves the permission to stand firmly where "sorry" doesn't always have to happen, but understanding and growth will flourish.

If we want to play the victim, the universe will gladly oblige our request. In the end, perspective is everything.

While there will always be external forces that exist around us, it is our own choice to perceive them as being for or against us. Making a habit of seeing opposition as an opportunity to challenge ourselves gives us the power to transform. When external forces are aimed negatively in our direction, it is our choice to allow our strength and sight to be weakened. We invite or decline the presence of destructive forces into our lives. Certain circumstances cannot be controlled, but we always have a choice to allow a circumstance to continue, or to walk away.

It is ok to say, "There will be no more of this towards me."
It is ok to say, "I am letting go, for my own health and happiness."

Everything may happen for a reason, but it's rarely for the reasons you've imagined.

Those that are not in alignment with our purpose still have a place in our story. They are present in our lives only to shake us from our sleep. To guide us back to the path we were taking before our minds became clouded by fear, envy, shame, or anger. To remind us that expectations are often, whenever demanded, not met by the same standards we envision. The universe has a way of reminding us that we are not in control of it. We are only in control of ourselves.

You are a perishable item, with a limited time, occupying a humble amount of space. Choose either to remain mindful and present or you will struggle with the past and future distortions of analyzing a singular existence.
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Written by PaulDChambers in portal Stream of Consciousness

meaty heft

Here, take this. Go on.What is it, you say? Why, that's me, of course. A piece of me. A part of my flesh and blood, to be brutally frank. It weighs in at around a pound. Feel the meaty heft of it. Go on. Thaaaat's it, get it while it's hot, and still a tad fresh. Shit, man, it ain't fresh, it hasn't been for years; but you get my drift. A term of phrase and all that. Anyways, there's still a few lumps left of me to go round, so spread the word. While I have this knife. You know what they say - when it's gone, it's gone. And it is nearly gone.

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meaty heft
Here, take this. Go on.What is it, you say? Why, that's me, of course. A piece of me. A part of my flesh and blood, to be brutally frank. It weighs in at around a pound. Feel the meaty heft of it. Go on. Thaaaat's it, get it while it's hot, and still a tad fresh. Shit, man, it ain't fresh, it hasn't been for years; but you get my drift. A term of phrase and all that. Anyways, there's still a few lumps left of me to go round, so spread the word. While I have this knife. You know what they say - when it's gone, it's gone. And it is nearly gone.
#horror  #education  #philosophy  #fuckadoodledoo  #whoring 
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decayed beauty

all beautiful things grow from the dead things around them 

and what grows from death, Life 

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decayed beauty
all beautiful things grow from the dead things around them 
and what grows from death, Life 
#poetry  #philosophy  #spirituality 
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Written by PaulDChambers in portal Poetry & Free Verse

frown and fester

now go misjudge 

do that if you must

but know of this

unjust, you are just

gauging those others

by the low standards

you are adhered to 

and can never dislodge

down deep in your

ditch, mire and sludge

where frown and fester 

dwell, plots unhatched

never rising up above

weighed down in that 

by ego and the fug

of hard narcissism

and the misdemeanors

you sweep under rug

so judge if you must

self serving slug, just

remember dark pasts

heed the inner voices

that whisper and rasp

you're nothing, worthless

realisation dawn and gasp

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Written by PaulDChambers in portal Poetry & Free Verse
frown and fester
now go misjudge 
do that if you must
but know of this
unjust, you are just
gauging those others
by the low standards
you are adhered to 
and can never dislodge
down deep in your
ditch, mire and sludge
where frown and fester 
dwell, plots unhatched
never rising up above
weighed down in that 
by ego and the fug
of hard narcissism
and the misdemeanors
you sweep under rug
so judge if you must
self serving slug, just
remember dark pasts
heed the inner voices
that whisper and rasp
you're nothing, worthless
realisation dawn and gasp
#nonfiction  #education  #poetry  #philosophy  #opinion 
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