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Written by whothehellcares in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Life After Death

I am alive, not so dead

I tread the halls of mercy, but get nothing instead

Seeing my family for the first time, could I ask for any more?

Yet now they're all dead, and life is but a bore

Let me rip these chains off of my arms and feet,

And break free from the devil himself

I can't wait to see the light,

Just once, all but a thread

To see the light! To feel the light!

This is my heart's desire

I just wish I had done this, when not required

I bestow my belongings to whomever it may be,

Angels! Angels are all I need see!

Please remember me when I tread this land no more,

Please remember me when the light shines no more,

I will now head into my deep slumber of no return,

I hope you all remember that I was gone, with so much left to learn

I shall sleep for centuries and centuries more,

And only then will I feel peace

With my kids, my love, and all my family

May the heavens open up and lift me in,

And now I leave,

With a grateful hand on heaven's wrist.

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Written by whothehellcares in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Life After Death
I am alive, not so dead
I tread the halls of mercy, but get nothing instead
Seeing my family for the first time, could I ask for any more?
Yet now they're all dead, and life is but a bore

Let me rip these chains off of my arms and feet,
And break free from the devil himself
I can't wait to see the light,
Just once, all but a thread

To see the light! To feel the light!
This is my heart's desire
I just wish I had done this, when not required

I bestow my belongings to whomever it may be,
Angels! Angels are all I need see!
Please remember me when I tread this land no more,
Please remember me when the light shines no more,

I will now head into my deep slumber of no return,
I hope you all remember that I was gone, with so much left to learn

I shall sleep for centuries and centuries more,
And only then will I feel peace
With my kids, my love, and all my family

May the heavens open up and lift me in,
And now I leave,
With a grateful hand on heaven's wrist.




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Written by paintingskies in portal Poetry & Free Verse

permanent press

this is how i hold onto you:

ankle socks, a baseball cap,

your ball state crewneck draped

over my skin so that i am a ghost

of you. i look in the mirror

and see pockets, seams

fraying, edges stitched inside-out

because i've never patched exit wounds

in my gums, i've never bound

my body without a handyman's help. 

the new cotton doesn't hold me

like you did. it stuffs my scars

but stifles sparks. i felt more comfortable

dressed in static. i miss

the electricity between us,

days spent waiting to be ironed

so we could rid ourselves of our wrinkles,

and sort the good days from the bad

like bath towels from rags. i wish

we could love like we do laundry,

forgive, rinse, and repeat. i wish

the thumps of the washer were your heartbeat.

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Written by paintingskies in portal Poetry & Free Verse
permanent press
this is how i hold onto you:
ankle socks, a baseball cap,
your ball state crewneck draped
over my skin so that i am a ghost
of you. i look in the mirror
and see pockets, seams
fraying, edges stitched inside-out
because i've never patched exit wounds
in my gums, i've never bound
my body without a handyman's help. 
the new cotton doesn't hold me
like you did. it stuffs my scars
but stifles sparks. i felt more comfortable
dressed in static. i miss
the electricity between us,
days spent waiting to be ironed
so we could rid ourselves of our wrinkles,
and sort the good days from the bad
like bath towels from rags. i wish
we could love like we do laundry,
forgive, rinse, and repeat. i wish
the thumps of the washer were your heartbeat.
#poetry  #freeverse  #freewrite 
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Written by amBeaninbetween in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Ready to Fly

Beautiful dreamer, your head in the clouds,

Words never meant to be spoken aloud.

Innocent fawn in the green grassy den,

Your sin lies in the trust you place in men.

Human nature unkind, selfish at best,

Your eager young eyes are not like the rest.

Beautiful dreamer, whisper words in my ear,

Of days long ago and the ones not quite here.

You perch at attention, a bird on a wire,

Of riches and glory you have no desire.

Your heart so pure and filled with love,

At the gracefulness sent from Heaven above.

Beautiful dreamer, sleep the sweet sleep of babes,

Although it's been so long, and you've started to age.

Your path lies ahead, divided for sure,

Follow your conscience, don't dwell in the moors.

Pristine and intense, you choose to walk alone,

But know I am with you, my heart is your home.

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Written by amBeaninbetween in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Ready to Fly
Beautiful dreamer, your head in the clouds,
Words never meant to be spoken aloud.
Innocent fawn in the green grassy den,
Your sin lies in the trust you place in men.
Human nature unkind, selfish at best,
Your eager young eyes are not like the rest.
Beautiful dreamer, whisper words in my ear,
Of days long ago and the ones not quite here.
You perch at attention, a bird on a wire,
Of riches and glory you have no desire.
Your heart so pure and filled with love,
At the gracefulness sent from Heaven above.
Beautiful dreamer, sleep the sweet sleep of babes,
Although it's been so long, and you've started to age.
Your path lies ahead, divided for sure,
Follow your conscience, don't dwell in the moors.
Pristine and intense, you choose to walk alone,
But know I am with you, my heart is your home.
#poetry 
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Written by Ethereal in portal Poetry & Free Verse

The Different Artists I've Met

Behold! 

Here in my quiet life, 

I've met different kinds of people 

People that inspire, anger or make someone cry 

But, since I observe people 

I've noticed that we are all artists 

We all create art even we do or not know 

These were the products of my profound contemplation 

First, we've got the "artists" 

These folks can bring their imagination 

Come life through the pencil and the paper 

They tell stories, metaphors,  and poems through pictures 

Second, we've got the "photographers"

You can recognize them almost everywhere you go 

Taking pictures of the every moment that they deem precious 

With every photograph they capture are the art that they tell the world 

Third, we've got the "writers" 

Armed with words, they hit you in the heart 

Eloquent, delicate that's how they craft they work 

With every tale they tell; the world and it's folks smile a little 

Fourth, we've got the "dancers" 

Nimble, graceful, mysterious that's who they are 

They allure the folks with their ethereal movements 

Really, with each motion they make tells a different story.

And finally, the "musicians" 

As opposed to the mentioned above 

No words or visuals needed for their narrative, 

Their work needs not sight, but hearing the notes

Well, I may have forgotten some 

But whatever, these are the people I've met 

Various people are artists, expressing themselves 

Painting  their saga in either

 a piece of paper,

movements,

 photograph, 

 canvas, 

or music

...So which one are you? 

A/N: I don't do poetry but when I thought of this I wanted to do it this way so ya excuse my crappy poetry skills lol. 

BUT ANYWAYS YA, This is dedicated to us, artists since Idk I felt the urge to just write about this and words were flowy and some shiz Idk about loloololol. 

Also, no bias in making musicians the last one since before I'm a writer, I'm a musician and I do think they have the hardest way to tell the story (like dancers) coz ya the audience need to be uhm sensitive and all 

So ya. Thanks for indulging me. Have a good day.

 

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Written by Ethereal in portal Poetry & Free Verse
The Different Artists I've Met
Behold! 
Here in my quiet life, 
I've met different kinds of people 
People that inspire, anger or make someone cry 

But, since I observe people 
I've noticed that we are all artists 
We all create art even we do or not know 
These were the products of my profound contemplation 

First, we've got the "artists" 
These folks can bring their imagination 
Come life through the pencil and the paper 
They tell stories, metaphors,  and poems through pictures 

Second, we've got the "photographers"
You can recognize them almost everywhere you go 
Taking pictures of the every moment that they deem precious 
With every photograph they capture are the art that they tell the world 

Third, we've got the "writers" 
Armed with words, they hit you in the heart 
Eloquent, delicate that's how they craft they work 
With every tale they tell; the world and it's folks smile a little 

Fourth, we've got the "dancers" 
Nimble, graceful, mysterious that's who they are 
They allure the folks with their ethereal movements 
Really, with each motion they make tells a different story.

And finally, the "musicians" 
As opposed to the mentioned above 
No words or visuals needed for their narrative, 
Their work needs not sight, but hearing the notes

Well, I may have forgotten some 
But whatever, these are the people I've met 

Various people are artists, expressing themselves 
Painting  their saga in either
 a piece of paper,
movements,
 photograph, 
 canvas, 
or music

...So which one are you? 

A/N: I don't do poetry but when I thought of this I wanted to do it this way so ya excuse my crappy poetry skills lol. 
BUT ANYWAYS YA, This is dedicated to us, artists since Idk I felt the urge to just write about this and words were flowy and some shiz Idk about loloololol. 
Also, no bias in making musicians the last one since before I'm a writer, I'm a musician and I do think they have the hardest way to tell the story (like dancers) coz ya the audience need to be uhm sensitive and all 

So ya. Thanks for indulging me. Have a good day.

 

#nonfiction  #poetry  #opinion  #writers  #artists 
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// so we burned

And when you pull me closer
And your fingers lock around mine
And you start to come undone

You hold onto me to feel steady
And that’s when I know

That’s when I know there’s


Nothing else
Nowhere else
Nobody else

Just you
Just you and me

And I swear everything is on fire
Oh darling

I don’t know how we’ll survive

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Written by whiskeyglitter in portal Poetry & Free Verse
// so we burned
And when you pull me closer
And your fingers lock around mine
And you start to come undone

You hold onto me to feel steady
And that’s when I know
That’s when I know there’s

Nothing else
Nowhere else
Nobody else

Just you
Just you and me

And I swear everything is on fire
Oh darling
I don’t know how we’ll survive
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Written by Cross in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Callisto

Hers is a most tragic tale

Of unjust punishment.

A victim of divine rape.

An unwanted pregnancy.

Broken, her oath of chastity.

Her shame, unable to hide.

Expelled by her sisters.

Hunted by her Goddess.

Targeted by Hera's wrath;

Yet Zeus was the debaucher.

Cursed into the form of a bear.

Nearly killed by her bastard son.

They survived as constellations.

But Hera would yet have her revenge.

By the will of Oceanus,

Mother and son never to meet.

Look at the stars, wanderer.

Ursa Major and Minor.

Circumpolar.

Eternally apart.

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Written by Cross in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Callisto
Hers is a most tragic tale
Of unjust punishment.

A victim of divine rape.
An unwanted pregnancy.

Broken, her oath of chastity.
Her shame, unable to hide.

Expelled by her sisters.
Hunted by her Goddess.

Targeted by Hera's wrath;
Yet Zeus was the debaucher.

Cursed into the form of a bear.
Nearly killed by her bastard son.

They survived as constellations.
But Hera would yet have her revenge.

By the will of Oceanus,
Mother and son never to meet.

Look at the stars, wanderer.
Ursa Major and Minor.
Circumpolar.
Eternally apart.
#poetry  #mythology  #nymphs 
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Written by DavidMark in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Always too few

Lavender and Rosemary

Inhaling fennel

Memories of licorice

Whisking the unwary

On a trip down the ages

In search of things past

Like the unreadable Frenchman

The scent of nature

Thumbs back the pages

And makes the present retreat

To when things were new

But for me it was not cakes

Instead penny treats

Out of the jar

And always too few.

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Written by DavidMark in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Always too few
Lavender and Rosemary
Inhaling fennel
Memories of licorice
Whisking the unwary
On a trip down the ages
In search of things past
Like the unreadable Frenchman
The scent of nature
Thumbs back the pages
And makes the present retreat
To when things were new
But for me it was not cakes
Instead penny treats
Out of the jar
And always too few.
#poetry  #culture 
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Written by Lenore in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Consummation

**A romantic haiku series re-imagining of the wedding night of Hades, god of the Underworld, and Persephone, goddess of spring. Enjoy! **

(Persephone)

Smoking ember eyes.

You stare at me, ravenous,

starved for fruits of love.

Still, I hesitate.

Other gods might think me plain…

can I satisfy?

Hopeful, I surmise

from your devout, ardent gaze,

hot like sun above,

I can satiate

with love that endearing thirst.

Gladly, I will try.

(Hades)

Shyly, you undress.

My heart bounds into my throat.

Venus pales to you.

Suffocating throb,

lustful blood rushes through me

from my spell-bound heart.

Your sweet blushes bless.

My hot desire swells unchecked...

How I ache for you!

Come to me, my love,

Feed me your forbidden fruit.

Let our passion start.

My goddess, your heart

will be what I seek to please

in giving my own.

Though your touch I crave,

more so, I yearn to delight

you, beloved wife.

I pleasure each part,

Feel you quiver in my arms,

cling, and gasp, and moan.

Love has me enslaved.

Eagerly I serve you, Queen.

Death will give you life.

(Persephone)

You thrill with your touch…

With your kisses, raise goosebumps

on my rosebud skin.

With your gaze you stun….

Tempting whispers in my ear…

Fantasies you rouse…

Your dark locks I clutch,

As I urge you with my eyes

And you enter in…

At last, we are one!

Eternally, I am yours,

My lord, king, and spouse.

_________________________

(c) Lenore 2017

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Written by Lenore in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Consummation
**A romantic haiku series re-imagining of the wedding night of Hades, god of the Underworld, and Persephone, goddess of spring. Enjoy! **

(Persephone)

Smoking ember eyes.
You stare at me, ravenous,
starved for fruits of love.

Still, I hesitate.
Other gods might think me plain…
can I satisfy?

Hopeful, I surmise
from your devout, ardent gaze,
hot like sun above,

I can satiate
with love that endearing thirst.
Gladly, I will try.

(Hades)

Shyly, you undress.
My heart bounds into my throat.
Venus pales to you.

Suffocating throb,
lustful blood rushes through me
from my spell-bound heart.

Your sweet blushes bless.
My hot desire swells unchecked...
How I ache for you!

Come to me, my love,
Feed me your forbidden fruit.
Let our passion start.

My goddess, your heart
will be what I seek to please
in giving my own.

Though your touch I crave,
more so, I yearn to delight
you, beloved wife.

I pleasure each part,
Feel you quiver in my arms,
cling, and gasp, and moan.

Love has me enslaved.
Eagerly I serve you, Queen.
Death will give you life.

(Persephone)

You thrill with your touch…
With your kisses, raise goosebumps
on my rosebud skin.

With your gaze you stun….
Tempting whispers in my ear…
Fantasies you rouse…

Your dark locks I clutch,
As I urge you with my eyes
And you enter in…

At last, we are one!
Eternally, I am yours,
My lord, king, and spouse.

_________________________
(c) Lenore 2017
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don't leave me alone

with my thoughts

I stumble over things

you've failed to explain

knots gather in my throat

stones in my gut

cracks sob back

to the surface again

so do not leave me

with myself

I'm not yet immune

to this pain

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Written by Firdaus in portal Poetry & Free Verse
don't leave me alone
with my thoughts
I stumble over things
you've failed to explain
knots gather in my throat
stones in my gut
cracks sob back
to the surface again
so do not leave me
with myself
I'm not yet immune
to this pain
#overthinking 
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For you

Sun in my window birds singing "tweet"

Tea in my cup dogs at my feet

Great Day my friends may yours be sweet!

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For you
Sun in my window birds singing "tweet"
Tea in my cup dogs at my feet
Great Day my friends may yours be sweet!
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