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Written by tictac in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Crumbling Monument to your Beauty

Your skin, like shadow-kissed sands of the Arabian Sea

Face carved of dark, polished stone

Sunlight creates glistening patterns

Like a carpet of diamonds spilled onto moist soil-

If only I hadn't lost my vision,

Those patterns might have been read

Your eyes, like beacons keeping ships in calm water

Shining with beads of determination

Like drops of mercury in semi-fluid motion

Exploding into graceful dance with each smile-

If only I had an ear for rhythm,

I might have applauded those pirouettes

Your laughter, eloquent enough to transcend language

Universally intelligible celebration of trivial joys

Your voice, like a practiced bow over violin strings

Echoing the emotion of your muse-

If only mine hadn't left me,

I might have understood the words

Your posture, like a free stallion in new country

The embodiment of nature's pride in her creation

The wind sculpts muscle out of soft marble

It shapes the speed, the strength, and the grandeur-

If only I were a poet,

I might have adequately immortalized your beauty

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Written by tictac in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Crumbling Monument to your Beauty
Your skin, like shadow-kissed sands of the Arabian Sea
Face carved of dark, polished stone
Sunlight creates glistening patterns
Like a carpet of diamonds spilled onto moist soil-
If only I hadn't lost my vision,
Those patterns might have been read

Your eyes, like beacons keeping ships in calm water
Shining with beads of determination
Like drops of mercury in semi-fluid motion
Exploding into graceful dance with each smile-
If only I had an ear for rhythm,
I might have applauded those pirouettes

Your laughter, eloquent enough to transcend language
Universally intelligible celebration of trivial joys
Your voice, like a practiced bow over violin strings
Echoing the emotion of your muse-
If only mine hadn't left me,
I might have understood the words

Your posture, like a free stallion in new country
The embodiment of nature's pride in her creation
The wind sculpts muscle out of soft marble
It shapes the speed, the strength, and the grandeur-
If only I were a poet,
I might have adequately immortalized your beauty
#romance  #poetry  #beauty 
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Written by poeticasymptote in portal Haiku

Hibernate

Hermit me must leave

This fancy library awhile

Thanks and see you soon

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Written by poeticasymptote in portal Haiku
Hibernate
Hermit me must leave
This fancy library awhile
Thanks and see you soon
#nonfiction  #adventure  #poetry  #solong 
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Written by ZdpZoe in portal Stream of Consciousness

Gruesome Thoughts

I like to imagine how it would feel--

The pain of the sharp edge

Digging into my flesh,

Opening me up to the world.

The feeling as the blade slid down

Away from my palm,

And towards my bent elbow.

How the thick red would tingle

As it slid down on either side--

Slow at first then like a river.

I imagine all of this

And then I imagine how I may look--

Pale, white edging on blue,

With red swallowing me on either side.

My eyes, which have been dull for so long,

Even more so as the life slipped from me

And onto the cold floor.

I picture gruesome things--

On occasion they are constant thoughts

And other times they simply enter for a moment.

Good or bad, 

These thoughts come and go,

In and out like the tides--

Sometimes I wish for them to stay;

And others I fight them off.

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Written by ZdpZoe in portal Stream of Consciousness
Gruesome Thoughts
I like to imagine how it would feel--
The pain of the sharp edge
Digging into my flesh,
Opening me up to the world.
The feeling as the blade slid down
Away from my palm,
And towards my bent elbow.
How the thick red would tingle
As it slid down on either side--
Slow at first then like a river.
I imagine all of this
And then I imagine how I may look--
Pale, white edging on blue,
With red swallowing me on either side.
My eyes, which have been dull for so long,
Even more so as the life slipped from me
And onto the cold floor.
I picture gruesome things--
On occasion they are constant thoughts
And other times they simply enter for a moment.
Good or bad, 
These thoughts come and go,
In and out like the tides--
Sometimes I wish for them to stay;
And others I fight them off.
#poetry 
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Written by DavidMark

Wild

A butterfly parts

The wild grass framing the sea

Drawing me inwards

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Written by DavidMark
Wild
A butterfly parts
The wild grass framing the sea
Drawing me inwards
#poetry  #philosophy 
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You are looking at : an object, nature or a human for the very first time. You have no words, concepts or memory to facilitate this experience.
Written by joyceanne

The Story My Heart Tells

Perhaps I've found

the story my heart tells

in silence, in stillness

as dawn peers over the edge,

Perhaps the drift of myth,

legend’s wisdom

lightens the darkness

of the haunted soul,

A flash through the trees-

Wolf? Coyote? Coydog?

sable grey blur, bullet,

an image I cannot trust,

Yet wild musk of loneliness,

ripe, feral, ancient scent,

pulses through the woods,

breath from untamed ground;

Sorrow’s cup brimming full,

nights of empty memories

loping in the wind, jumping

free beyond the fence.

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Written by joyceanne
The Story My Heart Tells
Perhaps I've found
the story my heart tells
in silence, in stillness
as dawn peers over the edge,

Perhaps the drift of myth,
legend’s wisdom
lightens the darkness
of the haunted soul,

A flash through the trees-
Wolf? Coyote? Coydog?
sable grey blur, bullet,
an image I cannot trust,

Yet wild musk of loneliness,
ripe, feral, ancient scent,
pulses through the woods,
breath from untamed ground;

Sorrow’s cup brimming full,
nights of empty memories
loping in the wind, jumping
free beyond the fence.
#poetry  #spirituality  #nature 
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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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Written by Soulhearts in portal Micropoetry

Kiss

Those lips I kiss

With closed eyes I see

The kiss I'm needing

For which I'm feeling

It's you not him

Whose lips I'm kissing

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Written by Soulhearts in portal Micropoetry
Kiss
Those lips I kiss
With closed eyes I see
The kiss I'm needing
For which I'm feeling
It's you not him
Whose lips I'm kissing
#romance  #poetry  #micropoetry 
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Written by JimLamb in portal Poetry & Free Verse

When sadness falls . . .

Cry alone,

With the front door shut,

Tears riding your face,

Like raindrops down a clean window.

Cry . . .

Weep profoundly,

Like you’ve lost a lover

Or found a friend …

& your chest hurts, deeply.

Weep.

Sob-shaking,

Quaking, with river-shivers,

Heart-pounding, beat-sounding,

Responding to Heaven’s call.

Sob.

Then wash your face,

With bright cold water,

& start your day a-new.

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Written by JimLamb in portal Poetry & Free Verse
When sadness falls . . .
Cry alone,
With the front door shut,
Tears riding your face,
Like raindrops down a clean window.
Cry . . .

Weep profoundly,
Like you’ve lost a lover
Or found a friend …
& your chest hurts, deeply.
Weep.

Sob-shaking,
Quaking, with river-shivers,
Heart-pounding, beat-sounding,
Responding to Heaven’s call.
Sob.

Then wash your face,
With bright cold water,
& start your day a-new.

#poetry  #culture 
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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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