No poet, I'm a PoetryJournal of thoughts, emotions, and experiences.

All works here are solely mine. Stay away plagiarizers.
No poet, I'm a PoetryJournal of thoughts, emotions, and experiences.

All works here are solely mine. Stay away plagiarizers.
PoetryJournal
PoetryJournal
1 day ago

The louder age knocks on my door
the fiercer the desire
to love her a little more.

PoetryJournal
PoetryJournal
3 days ago

Not the size of wing
but the strength of will
propels the butterfly
to sky.

PoetryJournal
PoetryJournal
4 days ago

The weathering on your face
orogeny
denudation
folds
faults
rivers
deserts
cartograph of cracks
seismograph of soul's shaking

why not record for posterity
the river's route to the sea

and embrace immortality
for the weathered face
withering away
every day.

Long before they were called selfies, Karl Baden snapped a simple black and white photo of himself. Then he repeated it, every day, for the next three decades.
Baden’s “Every Day” project officially turned 30 on Feb 23 and he says he has no intention of stopping. The stark contemplation on mortality and aging has prompted some to dub the Boston College professor the unwitting “father of the selfie.”
https://www.thestar.com/news/world/2017/02/23/professor-dubbed-father-of-the-selfie-takes-photos-everyday-of-himself-for-last-30-years.html
PoetryJournal
PoetryJournal
5 days ago

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 V
    E'S
  
                BLOOD                            STILL OOZING

     P
     U
     R
     S
     U
     I
     T

He died for the love of us.
PoetryJournal
PoetryJournal
6 days ago

You don't need a crowd
just be on your side
and feel rightly proud
your life is justified.

every person is a wonder.

The clever poet makes readers cry
The poet can't keep his tears dry.

First love
is the last time
you loved so wild.

Got nothing
but the first scar
of an erring child.

 
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