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poets are the loneliest

yet also the most beautiful

one can never get enough of beauty

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poets are the loneliest
yet also the most beautiful
one can never get enough of beauty
#poetry  #poet  #micropoetry  #threelinepoetry 
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Here Hear

I heard a scholar saying

that English men have died

and when we start complaining 

we've lose the sense of pride

Here hear the sadness 

The dictionary cries

I told him he was madness

his tongue was draped in fib 

yet all I feel is sadness

when he goes off that glib 

Here hear the sadness

The English word is lost

I strive to cast some sense in

an outrage to the host

but all I said was has been

and all my words were ghosts

Here hear the sadness

The pen is left to die

I left him in that booth

waving hands awry 

I knew he spoke the truth 

but I'll write till I'm dry 

Here hear the sadness

written by the dead 

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Written by WhiteRaven
Here Hear
I heard a scholar saying
that English men have died
and when we start complaining 
we've lose the sense of pride

Here hear the sadness 
The dictionary cries

I told him he was madness
his tongue was draped in fib 
yet all I feel is sadness
when he goes off that glib 

Here hear the sadness
The English word is lost

I strive to cast some sense in
an outrage to the host
but all I said was has been
and all my words were ghosts

Here hear the sadness
The pen is left to die

I left him in that booth
waving hands awry 
I knew he spoke the truth 
but I'll write till I'm dry 

Here hear the sadness
written by the dead 








#poetry  #words  #write  #poet  #dead 
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Night fears

Morning light appears, so far gone are my fears.

I wipe the tears and hold my teddy bear.

It's time to sleep.

Good night or good day?

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Night fears
Morning light appears, so far gone are my fears.
I wipe the tears and hold my teddy bear.
It's time to sleep.
Good night or good day?
#poetry  #words  #word  #lifestyle  #poet  #sadness  #spiral 
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Written by JairoChacon in portal Religion

The Word

In the beginning was the word, not video

Not the visual, imagery, allegorical

thoughts

That permeates through idevices

I see vices, fights and ISIS

Taking over with might and access 

Fact is that we gave them power

And at what cost are we willing to pay for a 

couple of followers to feed us

addictive additives adding to attitudes?

Plenitude of boasting, pride and lust 

Evaporating into the atmosphere

Emanating from the stench of sin.

 Are we blind to read what is going on?

Maybe we are,

Setting our gazes far and wide, 

Scrolling up and down, side to side, 

seeking for attention to be met 

With networks, fames, and glory 

Rather than allowing God to gauge us 

To gaze at the stars that enumerates our 

Descendants.

Allowing God to be bound to his promises,

Far as the eyes can see, 

I can see his promises, 

Synonymous with heritage, 

I declare it to be true.

Allowing God to hear our prayers and

answer them faithfully because He is a

Good Father, I pray His promises!

Allowing God to stay true to His words that 

will never return void, 

He will never be annoyed at His people's 

praises, I praise His promises!

Allowing God to call us into deeper waters,

I can't stay in this kiddie pool, I need the 

oceans!

Waves upon waves crashing into me

And I'll never fear because My God will 

protect me through the end!

I'll never stop seeing His promises, 

I'll never stop praying His promises,

I'll never stop praising His promises!

Cause He is good 

Even when life hit us with a hook, jab, and 

haymaker,

Even when we can't outrun them like 

Mayweather!

And that's not a shade because I rather

take the hits like Sweet Jesus did, 

Taking all the spit from the dirt He created 

And from Dust to Dust we will return to

Because I'm dust,

 

Muddy from tears shed,

 

Rugged from fit of rage,

 

Dirty from littered debris,

 

Hardened from illicit acts, 

 

Cracking from pounding expectations,

 

Settling into a smog of solitude.

And

I can't help it if I feel alone in this heavily 

visual saturated stain filled glass we call life

It can be a bit difficult to see through the 

mud masking the heavenly bodies guiding 

my soul across the chasm of Death,

Knowing full well that there are traps in

every steps of the way, 

snares waiting to snatch my feet 

underground, 

To meet the undertaker and grovel with 

gravels on my head to the grave

Yards and yards of bones naked and bare

Whispering, reminding me that 

I have stains in my purity,

Yards and yards of bones naked and bare


Shouting, reminding me that 

 

My heart lost its security, 

 

My mind lofted with impurity making

 

My body feel mutiny and surrendering 

 

My nature in ambiguity. 

I am lost in translation

I need guidance, 


And that's why I trust the Word over video 


Everyday of the week.

The Verb making His way through time, 


Space and cultural verbiage


Transcending over all yet never seeing fit to

stay in awe of His heavenly glory, but to

give up His divine place in the Heavens only

to reach down the grave and resurrect my 


dry bones from the pit of Hell!

So don't try to shush me while I'm praising 

Him!


Don't try to belittle me while I magnify Him!


It's not going to work because I know His 

promises!


Because I know that in the beginning was 


the Word!

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Written by JairoChacon in portal Religion
The Word
In the beginning was the word, not video

Not the visual, imagery, allegorical

thoughts

That permeates through idevices

I see vices, fights and ISIS

Taking over with might and access 

Fact is that we gave them power

And at what cost are we willing to pay for a 

couple of followers to feed us

addictive additives adding to attitudes?

Plenitude of boasting, pride and lust 

Evaporating into the atmosphere

Emanating from the stench of sin.


 Are we blind to read what is going on?

Maybe we are,

Setting our gazes far and wide, 

Scrolling up and down, side to side, 

seeking for attention to be met 

With networks, fames, and glory 

Rather than allowing God to gauge us 

To gaze at the stars that enumerates our 

Descendants.


Allowing God to be bound to his promises,

Far as the eyes can see, 

I can see his promises, 

Synonymous with heritage, 

I declare it to be true.


Allowing God to hear our prayers and

answer them faithfully because He is a

Good Father, I pray His promises!


Allowing God to stay true to His words that 

will never return void, 

He will never be annoyed at His people's 

praises, I praise His promises!


Allowing God to call us into deeper waters,

I can't stay in this kiddie pool, I need the 

oceans!

Waves upon waves crashing into me

And I'll never fear because My God will 

protect me through the end!


I'll never stop seeing His promises, 

I'll never stop praying His promises,

I'll never stop praising His promises!


Cause He is good 

Even when life hit us with a hook, jab, and 

haymaker,

Even when we can't outrun them like 

Mayweather!

And that's not a shade because I rather

take the hits like Sweet Jesus did, 

Taking all the spit from the dirt He created 

And from Dust to Dust we will return to

Because I'm dust,
 
Muddy from tears shed,
 
Rugged from fit of rage,
 
Dirty from littered debris,
 
Hardened from illicit acts, 
 
Cracking from pounding expectations,
 
Settling into a smog of solitude.

And

I can't help it if I feel alone in this heavily 

visual saturated stain filled glass we call life

It can be a bit difficult to see through the 

mud masking the heavenly bodies guiding 

my soul across the chasm of Death,

Knowing full well that there are traps in

every steps of the way, 

snares waiting to snatch my feet 

underground, 

To meet the undertaker and grovel with 

gravels on my head to the grave

Yards and yards of bones naked and bare

Whispering, reminding me that 

I have stains in my purity,

Yards and yards of bones naked and bare

Shouting, reminding me that 
 
My heart lost its security, 
 

My mind lofted with impurity making
 
My body feel mutiny and surrendering 
 
My nature in ambiguity. 

I am lost in translation

I need guidance, 

And that's why I trust the Word over video 

Everyday of the week.


The Verb making His way through time, 

Space and cultural verbiage

Transcending over all yet never seeing fit to

stay in awe of His heavenly glory, but to

give up His divine place in the Heavens only

to reach down the grave and resurrect my 

dry bones from the pit of Hell!

So don't try to shush me while I'm praising 

Him!

Don't try to belittle me while I magnify Him!

It's not going to work because I know His 

promises!

Because I know that in the beginning was 

the Word!
#poetry  #poem  #poet 
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Mahogany

You came in, gradually took over the soil until you became the dominant specie. I'm left with nothing else but you.

I'm Philippines, you are swietenia macrophylla. Stop spreading yourself.

QUITTE MA TERRE!

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Written by MediocreWords in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Mahogany
You came in, gradually took over the soil until you became the dominant specie. I'm left with nothing else but you.
I'm Philippines, you are swietenia macrophylla. Stop spreading yourself.

QUITTE MA TERRE!
#poetry  #words  #poem  #poet  #poetrychallenge  #wordlover 
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Good actions.

If you need people to clap for you when you reach the top, give them your hand when they are still down, encourage them while they are climbing and once they are at the top of the mountain make a standing ovation for them. That way, they will never forget you. They will fight to be there for you when it will be your turn.

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Good actions.
If you need people to clap for you when you reach the top, give them your hand when they are still down, encourage them while they are climbing and once they are at the top of the mountain make a standing ovation for them. That way, they will never forget you. They will fight to be there for you when it will be your turn.


#poetry  #words  #poem  #writing  #lifestyle  #poet  #wordporn  #help  #goodactions 
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