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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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I got this idea from a poetry workshop I went to yesterday: Write a poem about what your words do. "My words change" or "My words never lie" for example. Make it as creative as you want! And tag me @LiberalPoet.
Written by crayzed in portal Poetry & Free Verse

My Words are everything

My Words are,

my oxygen, my food, and my water.

My words are,

my friend, my husband, my daughter.

My words are,

my strength, my courage, and my power.

My words are,

my life, my day, my hour.

My words are,

my taste, my sight and my smell.

My words are,

my life, my heaven, my hell.

My words are,

my gift, my love and my affection.

My words are,

my shelter, my home, my protection.

My words are,

my laughter, my joy and my pride.

My words are,

my tears, my guilt, my guide.

My words are,

my weapons, my tools and my vice.

My words,

are my gift, my cost and my price.

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I got this idea from a poetry workshop I went to yesterday: Write a poem about what your words do. "My words change" or "My words never lie" for example. Make it as creative as you want! And tag me @LiberalPoet.
Written by crayzed in portal Poetry & Free Verse
My Words are everything

My Words are,
my oxygen, my food, and my water.
My words are,
my friend, my husband, my daughter.
My words are,
my strength, my courage, and my power.
My words are,
my life, my day, my hour.
My words are,
my taste, my sight and my smell.
My words are,
my life, my heaven, my hell.
My words are,
my gift, my love and my affection.
My words are,
my shelter, my home, my protection.
My words are,
my laughter, my joy and my pride.
My words are,
my tears, my guilt, my guide.
My words are,
my weapons, my tools and my vice.
My words,
are my gift, my cost and my price.

#words 
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I got this idea from a poetry workshop I went to yesterday: Write a poem about what your words do. "My words change" or "My words never lie" for example. Make it as creative as you want! And tag me @LiberalPoet.
Written by OnyxCity in portal Poetry & Free Verse

The Writer, Or Just the Pen

And off they go - in fits and starts they yell.

Or sometimes in soft tones they will reveal

a creature bidden from the depths of Hell

or hidden gems of beauty most surreal.

But when I call they seem to flit away,

like frightened birds upon a shaken bough.

Their absence brings a fear I can’t allay,

that ne’er again will they be with me now.

Then all at once - ah, yes! They have returned,

although they whisper so I barely hear.

And my heart swells - my love they have not spurned -

and slowly doubt can start to disappear.

I strain to hear what tale they bring to mind,

with pen in hand, and paper ready, too.

First one word comes, then several more in kind -

a timid trickle soon becomes a slew.

And those words tell the story of a man,

the picture floats before my very eyes.

I write as fast as any writer can

of journeys that unfold ‘neath clear blue skies.

The words, they tell me what should happen next -

I write of heroes, demons, souls possessed.

Of magic lands and old, forgotten texts,

and gentle maidens lonely and distressed.

The story ends as lovers part in death.

The words tell of a noble sacrifice.

I bring to life the hero’s dying breath.

With poignant words he’s sent to paradise.

And with “The End,” I slump and cry out loud,

without the will to read or write or speak.

I feel not joyous or relieved or proud.

I loved that hero - his death leaves me bleak.

At last I ask myself, “What is this, then?”

the paper drooping limply in my hand.

“Am I the writer? Or am I a pen

that just obeys the words' every command?"

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I got this idea from a poetry workshop I went to yesterday: Write a poem about what your words do. "My words change" or "My words never lie" for example. Make it as creative as you want! And tag me @LiberalPoet.
Written by OnyxCity in portal Poetry & Free Verse
The Writer, Or Just the Pen
And off they go - in fits and starts they yell.
Or sometimes in soft tones they will reveal
a creature bidden from the depths of Hell
or hidden gems of beauty most surreal.
But when I call they seem to flit away,
like frightened birds upon a shaken bough.
Their absence brings a fear I can’t allay,
that ne’er again will they be with me now.
Then all at once - ah, yes! They have returned,
although they whisper so I barely hear.
And my heart swells - my love they have not spurned -
and slowly doubt can start to disappear.
I strain to hear what tale they bring to mind,
with pen in hand, and paper ready, too.
First one word comes, then several more in kind -
a timid trickle soon becomes a slew.
And those words tell the story of a man,
the picture floats before my very eyes.
I write as fast as any writer can
of journeys that unfold ‘neath clear blue skies.
The words, they tell me what should happen next -
I write of heroes, demons, souls possessed.
Of magic lands and old, forgotten texts,
and gentle maidens lonely and distressed.
The story ends as lovers part in death.
The words tell of a noble sacrifice.
I bring to life the hero’s dying breath.
With poignant words he’s sent to paradise.
And with “The End,” I slump and cry out loud,
without the will to read or write or speak.
I feel not joyous or relieved or proud.
I loved that hero - his death leaves me bleak.
At last I ask myself, “What is this, then?”
the paper drooping limply in my hand.
“Am I the writer? Or am I a pen
that just obeys the words' every command?"
#fantasy  #poetry  #words  #writing  #mindofthewriter 
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I got this idea from a poetry workshop I went to yesterday: Write a poem about what your words do. "My words change" or "My words never lie" for example. Make it as creative as you want! And tag me @LiberalPoet.
Written by JosephLord in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Words

My words are air,

Shaping there way,

Through filters.

Pushing through,

The gaps in my walls,

Venting my emotions.

My words are water,

Filling me up.

Gathering,

In my eyes,

Meandering,

My thoughts.

My words are the earth,

Taking hold,

Of my feet,

Stable and safe,

My heart and my roots,

I gravitate to them.

My words are my fire,

They burn through,

All of me.

Dancing in chaos,

Clearing a path,

Freeing my feelings.

My words are my spirit,

My soul and all of me.

Laid bare for anyone,

Tidied onto a page,

For only my eyes,

And those I choose to let see.

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I got this idea from a poetry workshop I went to yesterday: Write a poem about what your words do. "My words change" or "My words never lie" for example. Make it as creative as you want! And tag me @LiberalPoet.
Written by JosephLord in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Words
My words are air,
Shaping there way,
Through filters.
Pushing through,
The gaps in my walls,
Venting my emotions.

My words are water,
Filling me up.
Gathering,
In my eyes,
Meandering,
My thoughts.

My words are the earth,
Taking hold,
Of my feet,
Stable and safe,
My heart and my roots,
I gravitate to them.

My words are my fire,
They burn through,
All of me.
Dancing in chaos,
Clearing a path,
Freeing my feelings.

My words are my spirit,
My soul and all of me.
Laid bare for anyone,
Tidied onto a page,
For only my eyes,
And those I choose to let see.
#poetry  #words  #poem 
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Written by Intimacycolours

my life

is such a mess

the dust

has no place

to lay

i keep my mind

cluttered

so that there is no

room for you

m.l. awad

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Written by Intimacycolours
my life
is such a mess
the dust
has no place
to lay

i keep my mind
cluttered
so that there is no
room for you

m.l. awad
#poetry  #words  #poem  #writing  #love  #coping  #poet  #wordporn  #shortpoem  #mess 
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Written by stardustfalling in portal Haiku

Autocorrect Nonsense

I don't know if you 

The world will never die if 

I'm just too busy 

I can't use my own 

I'm not even going to school 

I'm not even going 

I can't wait to get 

The most important thing I've 

I'm so sorry to 

I'm so sorry to 

The world is a different 

I'm not even sure why 

I don't know if I 

I don't know if I should have 

I don't know if I 

The world will never  

Know what you want and you know  

That I love your face 

I'm sorry but that's     

Why of your faith that she was 

Once upon us was not 

I'm so sorry for 

My parents I can't wait for 

The day that I'm not 

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Written by stardustfalling in portal Haiku
Autocorrect Nonsense
I don't know if you 
The world will never die if 
I'm just too busy 

I can't use my own 
I'm not even going to school 
I'm not even going 

I can't wait to get 
The most important thing I've 
I'm so sorry to 

I'm so sorry to 
The world is a different 
I'm not even sure why 

I don't know if I 
I don't know if I should have 
I don't know if I 

The world will never  
Know what you want and you know  
That I love your face 

I'm sorry but that's     
Why of your faith that she was 
Once upon us was not 

I'm so sorry for 
My parents I can't wait for 
The day that I'm not 

#words  #random  #nonsense  #autocorrect 
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Written by Intimacycolours

Prelapsarian

your teeth

crooked

against taut flesh,

like the inside

of my thigh

was a peach-skin

on the verge

of breaking

there was an apple

in your throat,

and i created sin

trying to wrap

my mouth

around it

i tried to

resist,

but my legs

held like

boa constrictors

about your waist

i cried out for

the lord but

he wasn't the one

who came

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Written by Intimacycolours
Prelapsarian
your teeth
crooked
against taut flesh,
like the inside
of my thigh
was a peach-skin
on the verge
of breaking

there was an apple
in your throat,
and i created sin
trying to wrap
my mouth
around it

i tried to
resist,
but my legs
held like
boa constrictors
about your waist

i cried out for
the lord but
he wasn't the one
who came
#romance  #poetry  #words  #poem  #writing  #love  #sex  #religion 
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Broke

She broke the void

and said a word

"Again" 

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Written by WhiteRaven
Broke
She broke the void
and said a word
"Again" 
#words  #badass  #strong  #fight  #keepmoving 
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Written by samanthairene in portal Micropoetry

details

most of all

I'd like to be

your vowels

the "ohs" and "ahs"

the ones that linger

just beyond your lips

the ones that erupt

from your core

those primal ones

let me be

your agony

your ecstasy

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Written by samanthairene in portal Micropoetry
details
most of all
I'd like to be
your vowels
the "ohs" and "ahs"
the ones that linger
just beyond your lips
the ones that erupt
from your core
those primal ones

let me be
your agony
your ecstasy
#words  #love 
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Written by Intimacycolours

where hatred

is loud,

the whispers

of love

will permeate

the masses

love will

rise up

love will

drown it

out

m.l. awad

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Written by Intimacycolours
where hatred
is loud,
the whispers
of love
will permeate
the masses

love will
rise up

love will
drown it
out

m.l. awad
#poetry  #words  #poem  #writing  #love  #poet  #lovetrumpshate  #instagram  #lovetrumpsall 
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