Writing a poem:My mind comes out From hibernation ..
Writing A Poem — yaskhan
Tag: Poetry
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Writing A Poem — yaskhan
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Poem- — mtaggartwriter
In existence, where we roam with our eyes closed after the last hour, Our separateness becomes nothing of a divide- Pronounce your words if you’re capable. The 21 remains. Walk calmly, see clearly, and notice the false prophet entered into view, just below your thumb. -M. Taggart
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You and poems — a.mermaid’spen_
Distance between wordsis our home. I hang my words on thered thread around your neckand everytime I look at youit reminds me of the factthat my poems and you are one,Talking about chillsI never met anyone like you, none. Your smile reminds me of the skyunder which we first met,and the summer breezetake me back […]
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Poetry — forgottenmeadows
I lay, listening to the quiet sound of summer rain… tapping on the forgotten window of my heart, writing poetry on earth.
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poetry — (CALIATH)
I don’t talk much about poetry (the theme) anymore, and I’ve always found it difficulty answering questions such as “what is poetry to you?” and “what is your relationship with poetry?”, (not that I get deluges of questions, I certainly do not). Some days ago, I was reading about Albert Tarantola, and I thought, why […]
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A Sonnet For Lockdown #poetry #poem — TanGental
While I lay sleeping, my whole world turned Freedom, once cherished has been handed back By my friends, whose company I’ve spurned. I step outdoors, ready to jib and tack; I’m negatively charged, pushed apart By novice joggers and nervy walkers Who’ve made assessing two metres an srt As they follow, in line like trainee […]
A Sonnet For Lockdown #poetry #poem — TanGental -
Lone Cactus
I stand alone on top of a hill.
In front and behind me are valleys of sand.
I sometimes see birds and other critters try to greet me,
But ones who are bigger try to avoid me.
It makes me feel lonely.
Sometimes I just want someone to love me.
Sometimes I feel like I want someone to hug me.
I don’t want to hurt others.
I don’t mean to be a pain.
I just want to put a smile on everyone’s face.
Maybe one day, someone will love me.
Maybe someone may even adopt me.
Until then, I just stand here, waiting for the rain.
That could take days, weeks, months, or even years.
In the mean time, I’ll just stand here and wonder why everyone avoids me.
Maybe it could be all the flowers and fluff. -
Snowpeople
Snowpeople; they are so unique.
They’re cold on the outside, but they’re still great.
They come in all shapes and sizes,
And have different personalities.
Even though they’re not alive,
They were made by someone who is.
They are phsyical manifestations of someone’s creativity.
They are sculptures of art,
Made with something that is soft and fleeting.
Even if they may not last physically, they can remain engrained in memories and photographs. -
Rental Scooter
With my handles, board, and wheels,
I can take you anywhere you want to go.
If you have the money to pay my fee,
I can take you anywhere you want to see.
When you ride me downhill, you’ll feel the wind as you go.
But once you are done, I get left all alone.
At times like that, I hope
That one day, someone new will come along. -
Praying Mantis
Praying Mantis, how do you be?
Praying Mantis walks graciously.
Praying Mantis, what do you see?
Praying Mantis, what are your fantasies?
Praying Mantis, what do you fancy?
Praying Mantis, do you come in peace?
Praying Mantis, are you from Atlantis?
Praying Mantis, you are so dazzling.
Praying Mantis, you act so careless and free.
Praying Mantis, how do you plea?
Praying Mantis is what I see.