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Cassie love Sep 30
I love watching the sun
stretch its magnificent spikes,
giving life to an aesthetic morning
while its golden rays caress my lips.

Sunrise reminds me
that there’s beauty in life—
nothing is so broken
it cannot be stitched whole again.
Juno James Sep 30
Life ain't no bed of roses
We're not destined to
drown in a pit of despair
Aguish is unknown until flesh
grazes a blade of barbed brair

A prickle that ******
A nettle that nicks and
stings my gaping gore
A scab I scratch and pick
My heart...a naked sore

The pain of a plant's pike
Poison seeping through my pores
Miss Ivy takes her effect
Toxins causing lock jaw

Severed sinew plastered with rags
A slash sutured with cotton and thorns
Suffering through my misery
The tears begin to fall

Hard crust clogging my chest
Covering a fresh wound
that once formed
Blood caked over a cut
Creating a congealed blood cork

Fighting my inner demons
The tiger bears it's claws
Messing with the bulls emotions
I am the matador

Dismembered dreams it seems
that every memory is now torn
Present and future vines intertwine
The past pondered and warped

Mouths spew false truths
Profanity strewn on the floor
Ears sewn shut while lips sip
on a glass of gossips gall

The wizard chants
and casts a spell
A corpse is reborn
Here I sit on the edge of a cliff
While thoughts pace and
linger outside death's door

My brain is linched,
hung by a hurricane of thoughts
Head decapitated by a
sickle my mind is now
brutally butchered brawn

A bayonet thrusts into my side
An assassin attacks me with saws
Penetrating my beating benevolence
I'm punctured by grape-stained swords

I am nothing but a ragged ragdoll
A cast-away with an aching core
A strolling soldier
A wandering warrior
An outcast that was scorned
Took around a year to write and finish editing this poem...It was grueling process of reliving and re-feeling past pain...but I did it and this is what I have to show for that introspection...
somedumbbitch Sep 30
I want to show you,
Everything, in this life,
that is beautiful.

Everything... Anything.

I want to collapse the breadth,
of star-speckled sky,
into something small enough,
that it blooms, eternally
from the palm, of your hand.

I want to chase you up
forested trails,
and down alpine valleys,
to see the simple,
awestruck expression
fill your eyes,
as Mother Earth,
beckons you.

Swaying, meditatively
with her fruity bunches,
of bountiful branches,
looming over sturdy shoulders,
and the tune, of avian choruses,
capturing your interest...
undivided.

I want to kiss you, through rain storms,
and caress you,
through ferocious, roaring blizzards...
and make love, to you
in front of flickering bonfires,
as apples release, from trees,
and plummet to their quiet rest.

If the atmosphere, was our canvas,
I would paint it, over
with scenic, splashy murals,
of me, and you.
Locked, into an endless loop,
of exploration, and ecstasy.

While the Earth, itself
shuddered breathlessly,
around our peaceful,
dreaming, hearts, beating
in a synchronized throb...

Our interwoven souls,
would go on,
dancing, divinely

through daylight,
and darkness.

...I dream...of a world,
with you,
that eclipses,
even the light,

of the sun.
https://allpoetry.com/Kate-the-Shrew

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somedumbbitch Sep 29
Goddess:

you gleam,
in hand-painted fairy tails,

a pixie,
poised
in pirouette

playing peekaboo,
in your gilded, sunglow
petticoat.

A buttery beacon,
bashful,
beneath its breezy lace...
boustier.

Golden,
as the dreaming dawn;

you dazzle, these ...
jaded,
jubilant blue eyes, like a blazing deity
as your doublecloth curtains,

divide,
and dance,
upon a distant draft,

and, then sweetly...
slowly,

unfurl, to the floor,
in a creamy chiffon.
I saw the prettiest yellow underwing moth; I have never seen such a thing, before, and so this piece, is what came, of that.

https://allpoetry.com/Kate-the-Shrew

I cross-post from this account! It's my only other account, no other. If it doesn't include hyphens, it's Ryan. See me for proof

I'm also u/cutthroatqueen on Reddit, formerly u/Mermaidinshade. Come see me and learn what I'm about!
The water flows along the creek
The fish swim upstream
I see some horses running
Birds flying
The nature's healing

Are we getting there this time
I'm getting tired of the walking
The time it took me to get here
Seems not to be worth it

I look at the horizon
The sun is only half down
The day is getting darker
I should be going inside

A random cabin in the woods
Inside there's a old guitar
The walls have a song written
Who even lives here
Mitch P Sep 27
Feathers in the fullness
Of a wind through forest trees
Find a home when
They make a nest complete

My soul is changed
A rain drenched sheet of paper
And even under cloudless skies
I can't rewrite my chapters

But you, a brand new page
Reaching for the breeze
Ready to float with dazzled eyes
Give my story hope for an ending
That will let me rest one day
Where my mother rode the ripples
Off into the rhythm of the rain
That cycles through this world
never returns
but always remains.
We all give a little bit of ourselves to life, but giving those pieces to our children make those losses meaningful
dead tree limbs
peer into a lake mirror
hoping for one more spring

gray clouds smudge
the water with prayer
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