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Still Water

Still water still water

unabashed by the sun

blushing gushing red

embarrassed by no one

Still water you rippled

a wrinkle no fuss

just a moment just a second

you'll be calm for all of us

Still water you've shattered

how can thus be so

your grace in its place

has marched right out of row

Still water a picture

you've painted hues of pain

never flat always that

sad circles warped by rain

Still water calmly

I beg for your design

and yet you stay by light of day

as broken as this heart of mine

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Written by WhiteRaven
Still Water
Still water still water
unabashed by the sun
blushing gushing red
embarrassed by no one

Still water you rippled
a wrinkle no fuss
just a moment just a second
you'll be calm for all of us

Still water you've shattered
how can thus be so
your grace in its place
has marched right out of row

Still water a picture
you've painted hues of pain
never flat always that
sad circles warped by rain

Still water calmly
I beg for your design
and yet you stay by light of day
as broken as this heart of mine
#poetry  #broken  #fall  #hurt  #sorrow 
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Written by poeticasymptote in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Last Leaf

Here's to the enduring leaf,

the last to fall,

marking the tail winds

of the fall,

the final drop

as autumn leaves;

one last warm breath

before its silent collapse—

a golden kiss on the sod

as a way to welcome

the anticipated arrival,

the severe frosty bite

from the gelid tears

of a frigid winter's

relentless blow.

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Written by poeticasymptote in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Last Leaf
Here's to the enduring leaf,
the last to fall,
marking the tail winds
of the fall,
the final drop
as autumn leaves;
one last warm breath
before its silent collapse—
a golden kiss on the sod
as a way to welcome
the anticipated arrival,
the severe frosty bite
from the gelid tears
of a frigid winter's
relentless blow.
#poetry  #nature  #seasons  #sadpoems  #autumnleaves 
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Written by stardustfalling in portal Poetry & Free Verse

listen carefully

and hold yourself still

move slowly 

carefully

but if you hear

a breath

or movement

freeze

maybe he will not hurt you

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Written by stardustfalling in portal Poetry & Free Verse
listen carefully
and hold yourself still
move slowly 
carefully
but if you hear
a breath
or movement
freeze
maybe he will not hurt you
#nonfiction  #childrens  #poetry  #fear  #opinion 
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Written by poeticasymptote in portal Philosophy

Almost

Oh, dear

I wish to answer questions

and maybe I can.

Yet, I cannot.

The visions were too vague

I barely saw it;

and whispers were too soft

I barely heard it.

The brushstrokes

were too subtle,

I could only guess the colors.

How to answer a question

that was (almost) never asked?

How to end a song

that was (almost) never played?

How to end a poem

that was (almost) never written?

Never begins

with Nothing.

Almost

made it complicated.

I am only certain of what was real

the way it is

at my End.

How to know

if it was the End?

Nothing follows.

So, what about the beginning

and end of Almost?

It begins with all;

it ends with most.

----

(If it begins at all, then it ends...at the most.)

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Written by poeticasymptote in portal Philosophy
Almost
Oh, dear
I wish to answer questions
and maybe I can.

Yet, I cannot.

The visions were too vague
I barely saw it;
and whispers were too soft
I barely heard it.

The brushstrokes
were too subtle,
I could only guess the colors.

How to answer a question
that was (almost) never asked?

How to end a song
that was (almost) never played?

How to end a poem
that was (almost) never written?

Never begins
with Nothing.
Almost
made it complicated.

I am only certain of what was real
the way it is
at my End.

How to know
if it was the End?
Nothing follows.

So, what about the beginning
and end of Almost?

It begins with all;
it ends with most.

----
(If it begins at all, then it ends...at the most.)
#poetry  #philosophy  #thoughts  #sadpoems 
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Written by stardustfalling in portal Poetry & Free Verse

bones

gnawed pallid

by the c

            o

              u

                n

                  t

                    l

                     e

                       s

                         s

worrying teeth

of the monstrous cogitations 

which invade my mind

still rattle

within my empty heart...

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Written by stardustfalling in portal Poetry & Free Verse
bones
gnawed pallid
by the c
            o
              u
                n
                  t
                    l
                     e
                       s
                         s
worrying teeth
of the monstrous cogitations 
which invade my mind


still rattle
within my empty heart...
#horror  #poetry  #spirituality  #opinion  #mind 
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Define what it means to believe in God. Pick a God, any God, or pick several if you wish. 100 coins to the very best
Written by DavidMark

A universe like this

I can only speak

of course

about my own

burning bush,

which blazed briefly

but brightly

as I searched

for ultimate truth

and genuflected

most politely 

until I realised

that God if just

would never 

have acted thus. 

All the stories 

and histories

serve to imprison

and punish 

without blinking

the revisionism 

of the thinking

and cry schism 

but in the end

our jailers are

always only us. 

I don't blame

a jealous God,

for such

was always 

part invention,

mostly fraud,

and I remain

convinced the

God of justice

would never  

have designed 

a universe like this.  

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Written by DavidMark
A universe like this
I can only speak
of course
about my own
burning bush,
which blazed briefly
but brightly
as I searched
for ultimate truth
and genuflected
most politely 
until I realised
that God if just
would never 
have acted thus. 
All the stories 
and histories
serve to imprison
and punish 
without blinking
the revisionism 
of the thinking
and cry schism 
but in the end
our jailers are
always only us. 
I don't blame
a jealous God,
for such
was always 
part invention,
mostly fraud,
and I remain
convinced the
God of justice
would never  
have designed 
a universe like this.  
#poetry  #philosophy  #mystery  #spirituality 
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Written by stardustfalling in portal Poetry & Free Verse

this house

does not seem so bad

and there has been no violence for years

but underneath

the fragile shell

lies anger 

and screams

and accusations

and tears

and pain

and hate

and complaints

and fear

of the ticking time bomb

which they are...

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Written by stardustfalling in portal Poetry & Free Verse
this house
does not seem so bad
and there has been no violence for years
but underneath
the fragile shell
lies anger 
and screams
and accusations
and tears
and pain
and hate
and complaints
and fear

of the ticking time bomb
which they are...

#nonfiction  #childrens  #poetry  #home  #opinion 
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Written by DavidMark

When I looked up...

Moon englobed with smog

On an early morning cold

Thoughts that paint it gold 

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When I looked up...
Moon englobed with smog
On an early morning cold
Thoughts that paint it gold 
#nonfiction  #poetry  #philosophy 
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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse

~waking up wednesday

 

 

 

 

january is quiet

& stars move in slow motion

as if they’re falling asleep above

a half-moon shadow

carved on my bed

 

 

there’s dust on the nightstand

 

 

thick, like overused adjectives

searching for nouns to describe this

emptiness, the way it lies

in the shape of a spiral notebook

that writes the history of us

 

 

how thirty-two seasons together

equals the distance between two pillows

 

 

I swallow another mouthful of darkness

& drown myself in sounds of this night

my writer’s ghosts will visit soon

 

 

& these thin walls are whispering

the forecast calls for snow

 

 

 

 

 

 

lah  1.19.17 ©®

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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse
~waking up wednesday
 
 
 
 
january is quiet
& stars move in slow motion
as if they’re falling asleep above
a half-moon shadow
carved on my bed
 
 
there’s dust on the nightstand
 
 
thick, like overused adjectives
searching for nouns to describe this
emptiness, the way it lies
in the shape of a spiral notebook
that writes the history of us
 
 
how thirty-two seasons together
equals the distance between two pillows
 
 
I swallow another mouthful of darkness
& drown myself in sounds of this night


my writer’s ghosts will visit soon
 
 
& these thin walls are whispering
the forecast calls for snow
 
 
 
 
 
 
lah  1.19.17 ©®
#poetry  #life  #love  #relationships  #thoughts  #personal  #marriage  #pain  #sadness  #emotional  #divorce  #separation 
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Written by Soulhearts in portal Micropoetry

She

Poetry bled from her lips

Words were worn on her skin

Beauty flowed from her hands

Art interpreted her soul

She

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Written by Soulhearts in portal Micropoetry
She
Poetry bled from her lips
Words were worn on her skin
Beauty flowed from her hands
Art interpreted her soul
She
#poetry  #micropoetry 
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