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Wild

A butterfly parts

The wild grass framing the sea

Drawing me inwards

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Wild
A butterfly parts
The wild grass framing the sea
Drawing me inwards
#poetry  #philosophy 
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Written by poeticasymptote in portal Philosophy

Endless

Build on something that never runs out.

Love.

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Written by poeticasymptote in portal Philosophy
Endless
Build on something that never runs out.

Love.
#poetry  #philosophy  #spirituality  #thoughts  #opinion 
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///// Nightdwellers 'Beginning Line' Challenge (April) ///// Write a piece of literature with the beginning line ‘Twilight, and the ocean breaks…’ Tag it #nightdwellers #beginningline. http://www.facebook.com/groups/NightdwellersWrites/
Written by RichWithey

As The Ocean Breaks

Twilight, and the ocean breaks

A world in turmoil, like the heart that breaks

On rocks as ragged as broken bones

Ships seek shelter like orphans from broken homes

Like the lost and weary, the misguided sailing in the eerie...

Of the unsettled ink that whispers on your thoughts

A puzzle of your mind, fragmented by crosses and naughts

Solutions and stories that remain untold

Hidden on the waves for a moment before they fold

And renew...

Like thoughts disrupted and clarity disguised

The ocean of the soul refuses to carry lies

And so we come to this

A revelation in the mists

Of dark and stormy waters that purify...

Clarify?

Make ready for tales that no one knew

From broken vessels that ignored the lighthouse guiding lights

We find entertainment in the wreckage of firelight

And begin to write from secret shores

Calmer waters that make their own laws

We scrawl new histories of brighter days

Enlightened nights that follow the unforgiving sun and it's haze

We choose days to fade away

Step back from the world and play

New games, word games, puzzles and rhymes

These are the pages and these are our times

As we inspire

Set fire to the night

And party to twilight as the ocean breaks...

© Richard Withey. All rights reserved.

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///// Nightdwellers 'Beginning Line' Challenge (April) ///// Write a piece of literature with the beginning line ‘Twilight, and the ocean breaks…’ Tag it #nightdwellers #beginningline. http://www.facebook.com/groups/NightdwellersWrites/
Written by RichWithey
As The Ocean Breaks
Twilight, and the ocean breaks
A world in turmoil, like the heart that breaks
On rocks as ragged as broken bones
Ships seek shelter like orphans from broken homes
Like the lost and weary, the misguided sailing in the eerie...
Of the unsettled ink that whispers on your thoughts
A puzzle of your mind, fragmented by crosses and naughts
Solutions and stories that remain untold
Hidden on the waves for a moment before they fold
And renew...
Like thoughts disrupted and clarity disguised
The ocean of the soul refuses to carry lies
And so we come to this
A revelation in the mists
Of dark and stormy waters that purify...
Clarify?
Make ready for tales that no one knew
From broken vessels that ignored the lighthouse guiding lights
We find entertainment in the wreckage of firelight
And begin to write from secret shores
Calmer waters that make their own laws
We scrawl new histories of brighter days
Enlightened nights that follow the unforgiving sun and it's haze
We choose days to fade away
Step back from the world and play
New games, word games, puzzles and rhymes
These are the pages and these are our times
As we inspire
Set fire to the night
And party to twilight as the ocean breaks...


© Richard Withey. All rights reserved.
#adventure  #poetry  #philosophy  #spirituality  #nightdwellers 
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Written by Soulhearts in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Love Poem

To you whom I adore and love,

Your name is that of a Skylark's song. My mouth becomes a garden filled with fragrant budding roses shyly blooming in spring when I speak.

Your face is the smile on my face when you look at me.

The one you gave me when we first met. I may lose my way but I know your face will always find me for you will be looking for that smile—the one you left and shared with me.

Your arms are my fortress, my strength. The one that always picks me up when I fall. You cradle me in your arms. Your hugs, my safe place. An umbrella in the rain.

Your chest is my favorite radio station.

I put my ear against it as I listen to that strong beat. Cheeks flushed as I watch that rise and fall when you breathe. Hearts in sync, warm blood flowing in our veins, we dance to the rhythm of our heartbeats.

Your hands are magic. They leave a trail of words in many secret places. Creating poems as it glides on my skin. A gentle carving on every line and curve. You touch not only my body but something deeper within.

Yours is the name

that made my soul sing.

Yours is the face that I gladly

wake up to on every new day.

The chest that houses my heart, my life.

The arms I will always hold on to.

The hand that writes my poetry.

I thank you for loving me.

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Written by Soulhearts in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Love Poem
To you whom I adore and love,

Your name is that of a Skylark's song. My mouth becomes a garden filled with fragrant budding roses shyly blooming in spring when I speak.

Your face is the smile on my face when you look at me.
The one you gave me when we first met. I may lose my way but I know your face will always find me for you will be looking for that smile—the one you left and shared with me.

Your arms are my fortress, my strength. The one that always picks me up when I fall. You cradle me in your arms. Your hugs, my safe place. An umbrella in the rain.

Your chest is my favorite radio station.
I put my ear against it as I listen to that strong beat. Cheeks flushed as I watch that rise and fall when you breathe. Hearts in sync, warm blood flowing in our veins, we dance to the rhythm of our heartbeats.

Your hands are magic. They leave a trail of words in many secret places. Creating poems as it glides on my skin. A gentle carving on every line and curve. You touch not only my body but something deeper within.

Yours is the name
that made my soul sing.
Yours is the face that I gladly
wake up to on every new day.
The chest that houses my heart, my life.
The arms I will always hold on to.
The hand that writes my poetry.

I thank you for loving me.
#romance  #poetry  #philosophy  #love  #lovepoem 
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Written by poeticasymptote in portal Religion

Never Harden

even when everything is falling

into place

and the dawn is about to break

the compass shows the right places

and wounds are closing up

to heal

a tender heart

is to feel

the remnants of a wound

remembering

is something

that comes along

for the ride

the boat stays its course

down the endless river

ever flowing

till it reaches the edge

waters brushing

tapping

back and forth

the gathered grains

glistening

tranquil promise

on the shore at rest

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Written by poeticasymptote in portal Religion
Never Harden
even when everything is falling
into place
and the dawn is about to break
the compass shows the right places
and wounds are closing up
to heal
a tender heart
is to feel
the remnants of a wound
remembering
is something
that comes along
for the ride
the boat stays its course
down the endless river
ever flowing
till it reaches the edge
waters brushing
tapping
back and forth
the gathered grains
glistening
tranquil promise
on the shore at rest
#poetry  #philosophy  #spirituality 
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Written by JustJason40 in portal Micropoetry

Mixed Tape

Gentile waves tapping the edges of the shore

As the dragons breath overshadows the horizon 

Melting away tomorrow's possibilities 

And the sky pours down stalactite glory 

Until we are given no choice but to explore

these new vast foreboding caves

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Written by JustJason40 in portal Micropoetry
Mixed Tape
Gentile waves tapping the edges of the shore
As the dragons breath overshadows the horizon 
Melting away tomorrow's possibilities 
And the sky pours down stalactite glory 
Until we are given no choice but to explore
these new vast foreboding caves

#poetry  #philosophy  #spirituality 
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Written by JustJason40 in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Worst Critic

The imaginary world of the pens power 

This gift for words so often abused by societies misuse 

Storm clouds gathering and no silver lining can be found 

Showers of blood, we have never been so clean

Ravens perched in silent witness forever more

Flickering lights in the attic, fuse blown in the memories 

Betrayed by those now blowing nothing but hot air

Which we use to float above all this fucking unwanted hate

Ancient soul living in the body of youth

If only someone else could feel the pain

Carried on the back of so many forgotten lifetime's 

Exposing the darkness others choose to ignore

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Written by JustJason40 in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Worst Critic
The imaginary world of the pens power 
This gift for words so often abused by societies misuse 
Storm clouds gathering and no silver lining can be found 
Showers of blood, we have never been so clean
Ravens perched in silent witness forever more
Flickering lights in the attic, fuse blown in the memories 
Betrayed by those now blowing nothing but hot air
Which we use to float above all this fucking unwanted hate
Ancient soul living in the body of youth
If only someone else could feel the pain
Carried on the back of so many forgotten lifetime's 
Exposing the darkness others choose to ignore

#nonfiction  #poetry  #philosophy  #spirituality  #culture 
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Written by Soulhearts in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Woebegone

It's the eerie energy of a house with empty rooms. Powdered dust of moments left on old furnitures with parts slowly falling and decaying. All are useless. Left in haste, slowly dragging time to waste. Like the broken rooms of an empty heart—hollow laments echoing deep as sunbeam seeps through cracked walls. Allowing slivers of light to come in; warming frosted windows and trodden bloody floor as it shines. Love peeks out the tiny peephole on the door but only for a little while. Soon it retreats. Back to its space of slumber, a dark room of nothing filled with the brooding heavy clouds of repose.

dark and damp

wet and weary

grey clouds over me

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Written by Soulhearts in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Woebegone
It's the eerie energy of a house with empty rooms. Powdered dust of moments left on old furnitures with parts slowly falling and decaying. All are useless. Left in haste, slowly dragging time to waste. Like the broken rooms of an empty heart—hollow laments echoing deep as sunbeam seeps through cracked walls. Allowing slivers of light to come in; warming frosted windows and trodden bloody floor as it shines. Love peeks out the tiny peephole on the door but only for a little while. Soon it retreats. Back to its space of slumber, a dark room of nothing filled with the brooding heavy clouds of repose.

dark and damp
wet and weary
grey clouds over me
#poetry  #philosophy  #haibun 
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Written by AWriter in portal Fantasy

Penelope...

It had been a long time since dragons had ruled the world but that didn't stop them from being smug youknowwhats. The smuggest of all was a dragon named Autolatry. Far to old to change his ways, Autolatry hadn't quite gotten used to the idea, or even entertained the idea, that people now ruled the known world. The idea just didn't suit his preferred order of things. He continued to burn villages to the ground, stealing princesses only sightly less obnoxious than himself; hiding them away from wannabe knights in high towers atop higher mountains.

But as with all great villains, an end to his evil ways was drawing nearer by the day. A hero, named Penelope (The man registering births that year had been rather deaf), was growing up in a small town; ruled by the single thought of rescuing the damsels from their high towers and slaying the dragon. Then one day, all grown up, rusting blade in hand, he had arrived at Autolatry's gate.

He knocked to no reply (his mother was big on manners), so quiet as a mouse, he snuck through the "open" gates, through the great hall to the place where Autolatry lay upon a bed of gold. Great snores rumbled through the hall, sleep was rare for dragon kind and when it hit, the sleep was deep and vast. With a sicker-snack Penelope parted Autolatry from his head. Not an eyelid flickered, not a noise was made. The dragon had been slayed!

Off he went, proclaiming to all, "The deed is done, dragon is dead!" Cheers echoed through the streets but fame I am afraid, did get the better of Penelope. He soon demanded a price be paid, for ridding the land of Autolatry. But greed grows if fed. Soon princesses were only returned upon payment... Economies collapsed under the weight of heavy taxations brought about to pay the might sums that were demanded; soon the land was beyond repair and the people beyond despair.

So history teaches us, that far too often, one villain is replaced by another and that evil comes in many forms. 

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Written by AWriter in portal Fantasy
Penelope...
It had been a long time since dragons had ruled the world but that didn't stop them from being smug youknowwhats. The smuggest of all was a dragon named Autolatry. Far to old to change his ways, Autolatry hadn't quite gotten used to the idea, or even entertained the idea, that people now ruled the known world. The idea just didn't suit his preferred order of things. He continued to burn villages to the ground, stealing princesses only sightly less obnoxious than himself; hiding them away from wannabe knights in high towers atop higher mountains.

But as with all great villains, an end to his evil ways was drawing nearer by the day. A hero, named Penelope (The man registering births that year had been rather deaf), was growing up in a small town; ruled by the single thought of rescuing the damsels from their high towers and slaying the dragon. Then one day, all grown up, rusting blade in hand, he had arrived at Autolatry's gate.

He knocked to no reply (his mother was big on manners), so quiet as a mouse, he snuck through the "open" gates, through the great hall to the place where Autolatry lay upon a bed of gold. Great snores rumbled through the hall, sleep was rare for dragon kind and when it hit, the sleep was deep and vast. With a sicker-snack Penelope parted Autolatry from his head. Not an eyelid flickered, not a noise was made. The dragon had been slayed!

Off he went, proclaiming to all, "The deed is done, dragon is dead!" Cheers echoed through the streets but fame I am afraid, did get the better of Penelope. He soon demanded a price be paid, for ridding the land of Autolatry. But greed grows if fed. Soon princesses were only returned upon payment... Economies collapsed under the weight of heavy taxations brought about to pay the might sums that were demanded; soon the land was beyond repair and the people beyond despair.

So history teaches us, that far too often, one villain is replaced by another and that evil comes in many forms. 
#fantasy  #fiction  #adventure  #philosophy  #dragons 
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Written by Harry_Situation in portal Haiku

March for Science

Facts over fiction

Logic over ignorance

Mind over matter

Science surrounds us

It is life, it is death, I

Trust its principles

Be strong and be smart

Go out today, go and make

New discoveries

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Written by Harry_Situation in portal Haiku
March for Science
Facts over fiction
Logic over ignorance
Mind over matter


Science surrounds us
It is life, it is death, I
Trust its principles


Be strong and be smart
Go out today, go and make
New discoveries
#education  #science  #philosophy  #triplehaiku 
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