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Written by zikeda in portal Poetry & Free Verse

ballerina

do not break

your pretty toes

for soldiers of tin

you are meant for

a starlit stage,

a snow birch shelf of

trinkets and sage

do not bruise

your nimble heels

for goblins of greed

you are born for

a cloudless night,

a heavenly page of

wishes and flight

do not trade

your kindle sway

for a fairytale end

these cold tin hearts

are paperweights,

a ball and chain of

lifeless fate, and

you are meant

to dance.

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Written by zikeda in portal Poetry & Free Verse
ballerina
do not break
your pretty toes
for soldiers of tin

you are meant for
a starlit stage,

a snow birch shelf of
trinkets and sage

do not bruise
your nimble heels
for goblins of greed

you are born for
a cloudless night,

a heavenly page of
wishes and flight

do not trade
your kindle sway
for a fairytale end

these cold tin hearts
are paperweights,

a ball and chain of
lifeless fate, and

you are meant
to dance.
#hashbrownhashtag  #cashmeoutsidedancingwithmyself  #howbowdah 
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Written by WistfulThinker in portal Poetry & Free Verse

I look for myself in others;

I look for a part of me

Worth loving.

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Written by WistfulThinker in portal Poetry & Free Verse
I look for myself in others;
I look for a part of me
Worth loving.
#poetry 
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Written by stardustfalling in portal Poetry & Free Verse

bath time

strip

quickly

as fast as you can

the tears have already begun overflowing

get in the tub

the water flows around you

so warm and comforting 

or at least it should be

instead

i

am

kneeling down

sobbing 

and letting the tears 

mix

with the water

as i force air in through my lungs

and out from my throat

and a silent keen emerges from my contorted maw

gaping 

yet filled with

a noiseless

scream 

as i sob

and i sob 

the tears will not stop

i really

really

wanna go die

i feel

too much 

but eventually i stop

and get out 

with 

my eyes red

and heart empty once more

to be filled with tears again

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Written by stardustfalling in portal Poetry & Free Verse
bath time
strip
quickly
as fast as you can

the tears have already begun overflowing

get in the tub
the water flows around you
so warm and comforting 
or at least it should be
instead

i

am

kneeling down
sobbing 
and letting the tears 
mix
with the water

as i force air in through my lungs
and out from my throat
and a silent keen emerges from my contorted maw

gaping 

yet filled with
a noiseless
scream 

as i sob
and i sob 

the tears will not stop

i really
really
wanna go die

i feel

too much 

but eventually i stop
and get out 
with 
my eyes red
and heart empty once more

to be filled with tears again
#nonfiction  #poetry  #crying  #bathtime  #feelingsuicidal 
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Written by RubyPond in portal Poetry & Free Verse

The Guide

Broken and separated

appearing precarious

dawn forced itself through

all the bleakness

pushed down, pressed

and weeping dew

now secured 

hovering and rising

I cower

and follow

the Guide

Highlighted

bringing brilliance

emitted the power

squeezed

between and 

clutched tight

the rope

rebuilt and

assembled high

in hope

where waits 

the Guide

Doubled back

over-view

declined to set

upon the

lowering side

returning yet,

right side up

like yolk of egg

was met

and undivided

in the sky

I lie upon the rise

from worship knee

the outside

turned to in

and face up

look to Guide

And there,

that, that shines

upon my

shadowed face

from ground

of desperation

received my grace

And grabbed

replaced

my pride/

the inner -side

my weakness there 

met/the Guide

(C) 2017 RubyPond ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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Written by RubyPond in portal Poetry & Free Verse
The Guide
Broken and separated
appearing precarious
dawn forced itself through
all the bleakness
pushed down, pressed
and weeping dew
now secured 
hovering and rising
I cower
and follow
the Guide

Highlighted
bringing brilliance
emitted the power
squeezed
between and 
clutched tight
the rope
rebuilt and
assembled high
in hope
where waits 
the Guide

Doubled back
over-view
declined to set
upon the
lowering side
returning yet,
right side up
like yolk of egg
was met
and undivided
in the sky
I lie upon the rise
from worship knee
the outside
turned to in
and face up
look to Guide


And there,
that, that shines
upon my
shadowed face
from ground
of desperation
received my grace
And grabbed
replaced
my pride/
the inner -side
my weakness there 
met/the Guide



(C) 2017 RubyPond ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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Written by JamesMByers in portal Poetry & Free Verse

We the People

We the people won't divide

We simply will unite

We the people shine our pride

We band and stand to fight

We the people must align

No matter black or white

We the people are the sign

We only make things right

We the people overcome

Regardless of our creed

We the people, not just some

All share a common need

We the people get to love

No matter, gay or straight

We the people conquer fear

We all can conquer hate

We the people have the will

We exercise belief

We the people, stronger still

Must comfort those in grief

We the people make this land

The yellow and the red

We the people, hand in hand

The melting pot gets fed

We the people get to choose

This country is our voice

We the people didn't lose

We still are given choice

We the people have a chance

Religious freedom here

We the people make a stance

To rise and make it clear

We the people must be one

We mustn't slip and fall

We the people are the sun

We'll shine above it all

We the people, not one man

Or woman, duly give

We the people have a plan

Let's love and laugh and live

We the people march to say

The anthem shall persist

We the people, rainbow rock

Together we resist ...

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Written by JamesMByers in portal Poetry & Free Verse
We the People
We the people won't divide
We simply will unite
We the people shine our pride
We band and stand to fight
We the people must align
No matter black or white
We the people are the sign
We only make things right
We the people overcome
Regardless of our creed
We the people, not just some
All share a common need
We the people get to love
No matter, gay or straight
We the people conquer fear
We all can conquer hate
We the people have the will
We exercise belief
We the people, stronger still
Must comfort those in grief
We the people make this land
The yellow and the red
We the people, hand in hand
The melting pot gets fed
We the people get to choose
This country is our voice
We the people didn't lose
We still are given choice
We the people have a chance
Religious freedom here
We the people make a stance
To rise and make it clear
We the people must be one
We mustn't slip and fall
We the people are the sun
We'll shine above it all
We the people, not one man
Or woman, duly give
We the people have a plan
Let's love and laugh and live
We the people march to say
The anthem shall persist
We the people, rainbow rock
Together we resist ...
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Written by manto in portal Poetry & Free Verse

A meditation

Settle into the paper feel the brittle hairs of the brush move through sticky paint across granular texture You are in the paint

as it settles into the spaces

between molecules on the paper,

in the pores

inhabiting its new home.

It is inside and covering the paper, they are one

 like qalandar and his beloved

dancing in his orange tunic in place

 movement captured on paper

life evident in each angle of the painted body eyes closed focus

left shoulder and bicep straining to the sky index finger stretching up, witness

right foot hovers

toes point down heel skyward,

soaring

left firmly on the ground,

connected 

Qalandar is the paper and the paint

He is the painting and the gazing eyes

He is all that, but he is also only a metaphor. 

 

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Written by manto in portal Poetry & Free Verse
A meditation
Settle into the paper feel the brittle hairs of the brush move through sticky paint across granular texture You are in the paint
as it settles into the spaces
between molecules on the paper,
in the pores
inhabiting its new home.
It is inside and covering the paper, they are one
 like qalandar and his beloved
dancing in his orange tunic in place
 movement captured on paper
life evident in each angle of the painted body eyes closed focus
left shoulder and bicep straining to the sky index finger stretching up, witness
right foot hovers
toes point down heel skyward,
soaring
left firmly on the ground,
connected 
Qalandar is the paper and the paint
He is the painting and the gazing eyes
He is all that, but he is also only a metaphor. 
 
#poetry  #philosophy  #spirituality 
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Written by StephanieMarie in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Brass frame dulled

By years of neglect

Holds a shattered glass

Doorway I've come to inspect

It's a mystery to me

It just seems to reflect

My face back again

With tiny black flecks

Of aged silver poured

Thick to protect

A passage it holds

Where worlds will connect

But its glass doesn't waver

It shows no suspect

It's just another mirror

No difference to detect

But upon looking closer

At this tarnished object

I've come to realize

The door works perfect

From another angle

I can see its effect

The mirror has captured

And begun to collect

The faces it's seen

And the ones it reflects

They swim in the glass

While the mirror infects

Turning them inward

And they start to reject

The face that it shows

And they start to expect

The mirror to fix them

Replace incorrect

But the mirror just stays

It will not resurrect

What it has taken

Or fix what it wrecked

This mirror is dangerous

It steals self respect

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Written by StephanieMarie in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Brass frame dulled
By years of neglect
Holds a shattered glass
Doorway I've come to inspect
It's a mystery to me
It just seems to reflect
My face back again
With tiny black flecks
Of aged silver poured
Thick to protect
A passage it holds
Where worlds will connect
But its glass doesn't waver
It shows no suspect
It's just another mirror
No difference to detect
But upon looking closer
At this tarnished object
I've come to realize
The door works perfect
From another angle
I can see its effect
The mirror has captured
And begun to collect
The faces it's seen
And the ones it reflects
They swim in the glass
While the mirror infects
Turning them inward
And they start to reject
The face that it shows
And they start to expect
The mirror to fix them
Replace incorrect
But the mirror just stays
It will not resurrect
What it has taken
Or fix what it wrecked
This mirror is dangerous
It steals self respect
#fantasy  #horror  #poetry  #freeverse  #mirror 
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Written by CaitlinMarie in portal Poetry & Free Verse

monstrous

Because if i laugh then i will cry,

and cry and cry and when the water

is wrung from my eyes the laughter will spill

again, harsh and cackling like a hyena's joy,

because i am not the one in control

right now; the monster is. It has broken free

of my restraints to gorge itself upon the meal

that you provide for it. It does not care

that i do not feed it; it does not care

that i do not provide the meal. In truth,

it prefers things that way! I know what not

to feed it; i know how to manage and corral

its appetite and desires.

You do not.

You offer sustenance to it without thought

or care, regardless of any instruction

i may care to give you.

And when the monster has finished

with the meal that you provide it, it will turn

its maw on me and work to swallow

me whole.

It would, if it could.

It offers soft sweet words

and an illusion of protection from all

else because it knows that it must coax me,

persuade me, because it knows that i know

that it does not care for me alive, it only

wishes to glut upon and savor the warmth in

my flesh and the power in my bones.

But when it has fed itself upon the feast

that you provide for it, it does not need

to offer me soft sweet words and illusions

of protection, for then it has the strength

to ignore my cold shoulders and

pointed reminders of every time it lied before.

After your feast, the monster has no restraints

upon it and gambols merrily about my soul,

taking large bites here and there that it drags

back to its cave to bury and preserve for the

long winters of my resistance.

The monster is patient.

It would kill me, if it could.

It knows that you give it the strength

to do so, one inch at a time. It knows

that by dividing my attention between it

and you, that it can slip out the postern gate

and down to the encampment where your

unintentional siege machines await it, knowing

that i will have to breach my own gates to retrieve it.

The monster is patient.

The monster is clever.

The monster is mine, and i am the monster.

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Written by CaitlinMarie in portal Poetry & Free Verse
monstrous
Because if i laugh then i will cry,
and cry and cry and when the water
is wrung from my eyes the laughter will spill
again, harsh and cackling like a hyena's joy,
because i am not the one in control
right now; the monster is. It has broken free
of my restraints to gorge itself upon the meal
that you provide for it. It does not care
that i do not feed it; it does not care
that i do not provide the meal. In truth,
it prefers things that way! I know what not
to feed it; i know how to manage and corral
its appetite and desires.

You do not.

You offer sustenance to it without thought
or care, regardless of any instruction
i may care to give you.

And when the monster has finished
with the meal that you provide it, it will turn
its maw on me and work to swallow
me whole.

It would, if it could.

It offers soft sweet words
and an illusion of protection from all
else because it knows that it must coax me,
persuade me, because it knows that i know
that it does not care for me alive, it only
wishes to glut upon and savor the warmth in
my flesh and the power in my bones.

But when it has fed itself upon the feast
that you provide for it, it does not need
to offer me soft sweet words and illusions
of protection, for then it has the strength
to ignore my cold shoulders and
pointed reminders of every time it lied before.

After your feast, the monster has no restraints
upon it and gambols merrily about my soul,
taking large bites here and there that it drags
back to its cave to bury and preserve for the
long winters of my resistance.

The monster is patient.

It would kill me, if it could.

It knows that you give it the strength
to do so, one inch at a time. It knows
that by dividing my attention between it
and you, that it can slip out the postern gate
and down to the encampment where your
unintentional siege machines await it, knowing
that i will have to breach my own gates to retrieve it.

The monster is patient.

The monster is clever.

The monster is mine, and i am the monster.
#poetry  #freeverse  #mentalhealth  #innerdemons  #monsters 
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Chapter 12 of Of Love, Loss & Loneliness
Written by Cross in portal Poetry & Free Verse

Our Mighty Castles

We built our mighty castles

On rotten swamps

And sickly mires.

Crumbling, now;

Like my dreams.

We crossed these deadly bridges

Our fingers entwined

Our eyes closed.

Burning, now;

Like my rage.

We whispered silent promises

Of unending lust

Of everlasting love.

Broken, now;

Like my wings.

We dawned endless sunsets

My arms around your waist

Our bodies embraced.

Fading, now;

Like your breath.

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Chapter 12 of Of Love, Loss & Loneliness
Written by Cross in portal Poetry & Free Verse
Our Mighty Castles
We built our mighty castles
On rotten swamps
And sickly mires.
Crumbling, now;
Like my dreams.

We crossed these deadly bridges
Our fingers entwined
Our eyes closed.
Burning, now;
Like my rage.

We whispered silent promises
Of unending lust
Of everlasting love.
Broken, now;
Like my wings.

We dawned endless sunsets
My arms around your waist
Our bodies embraced.
Fading, now;
Like your breath.
#romance  #poetry  #death  #loss  #LLL 
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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse

~linger

 

 

 

 

 

pretend you're

windowless

& I'm the

unseen

 

 

an unassuming scent

of august rain

that delicately

spins still air

paints walls pink

 

 

like baby-soft breaths

between ribs &

hipbones

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

lah  8.9.12 ©®

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Written by InkArtist in portal Poetry & Free Verse
~linger
 
 
 
 
 
pretend you're
windowless
& I'm the
unseen
 
 
an unassuming scent
of august rain
that delicately
spins still air


paints walls pink
 
 
like baby-soft breaths
between ribs &
hipbones
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
lah  8.9.12 ©®
#poetry  #life  #love  #nature  #thoughts  #personal  #emotional  #seductive  #sensual 
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