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I Want To Make Love To YouI want to / make love / to you

@kaitlyn-caddell68

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Stanley Parkthere’s a barnacle scar / deeply ingrained / on the basalt stack

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DaydreamI want to take your attention / and send in a direction / that takes you away

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On PhotographyPhotography, / Photo journalistic, / Everyday, realistic.

@blair-butterfield56

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al-Ala As-Salām (A prayer- Hindi -Urdu)Ambar ki aftaabi mein muskurata hai tu / Samundar ki gehrayeon se gunjtah hai tu / al-Ala As-Salām, al-ʻAziz As-Salām

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HollowStatic, memories / Emanating, separating / The postcard- perfect

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Ode to a SunflowerOde to a Sunflower / I dare not speak against her beauty; beauty which encompasses the spirit of truth, the spirit of faithfulness, the spirit of light. / I was walking alone in desolation when I encountered the blinding sight of my sunflower. There it was staring at me with its inviting eyes, eyes which seemed a little lost, a little troubled, a little like mine. My hand trembled as it wiped the disbelief from my vision. The seeds which I had planted in an attempt to dispel my restless woes had sprout up in a seemingly un-fertile place, a place where I could not fathom I would find my Sunflower. But there it was in all its beauty: eloquent, mysterious and enchanting. A vivid portrait of heavenly grace. all could witness , yet, one could possess.

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"With This Pen..."With this pen, I paint an image of you. / Not a portrait, but a true portrayal of you. / The ink flows into words that dance across your hair.

@brandon-k-stephenson18

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ReflectionYou're not a mirror / You're not a books / Even not a songs

@ferdinand-panerio14

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SunsetShe introduced herself, as / Sunset. / Batted her lashes not to be flirtatious ,

@nicole-ann-osborn54

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PortraitA child draws the outline of a body. / She draws what she can, but it is white all through, / she cannot fill in what she knows is there.

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Monster**I see you, monster...** / In your sockets bore dead, dark eyes / They hold the blackest of stares

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PaintingIn a loud corridor / Full of young people / I move slowly, reconciled.

@Agnes-de-Lodz39

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Optimistic Hopelessness...A girl, a woman, lover, friend, / liking me more than she should. / I want to love someone again,

@Patrick_Austin20

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sorry we never played putt-putt, have fun kissing other girlsi thought it’d be poetic / to leave you the same way i found you, / with a contentless text—

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Sweet Siren SongSuperhuman in this skin / Red-lipped smile sweetly / (but beware teeth beneath)

@sweet-siren-song19

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Color Me LonesomeBlue is the color of unrequited love / Grey the emptiness therein / Paint a perfect portrait of the loneliness thereof

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Jealousy*Anguish pain, I felt inside* / *Meteors rain, two worlds collide* / *Crash of plane, the heavens chide*

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StrongerWe are a collection of our own experiences. A destruction of our own making, we undo ourselves with what we've learned, unlove ourselves with what we've learned. / I have looked in the mirror to a stranger too many times for my liking. The girl that I became mirrored back in agony to the girl she wanted to be. She wanted to be a poet, she wanted to be a portrait. She wanted to be stronger. / My experiences have become me. But I don't want to be defined by broken hearted and tormented by my dreams. I don't want to be defined by the dark circles under my eyes, the heart beat in my ears. I wanted to be stronger.

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Ode to a Brimful Poet...with a Twist (2013)A message heart delivered by a musing troubadour / left footprints upon a well weathered rivers’ rocky shoal / the lazy days of the summer’s simmering

@nat-lipstadt40

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**** DepressionDepression... / angry vultures pecking at my mind / Depression...

@OddOdysseyPoet31

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Lost Days With My FatherI never got to meet my father... / He died when I was nine months old, / But his presence, I always felt

@sally-a-bayan43

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The CanvasThe Canvas / (c)08-25-2012 / A canvas sets on the edge of greatness and beauty, blank, waiting for the touch of the master’s hand. She takes charge of what is to be. Gentle strokes, broad strokes, strokes that caress the canvas… leaving the marks of imagination, transforming nothing into beauty. The image emerges revealing the thoughts and desires and power of the canvas. It is breath-taking to the beholder. She understands the difference between OK and great. Nothing will do but great. It must emulate the original. It must **be** the original! So it is with our canvas of life.

@john-stevens11

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CANVAS - that speaks a lotWhat a beautiful thing it is ! / A Canvas that speaks a lot / Wow ! an artist’s soul

@viji-vishwanath114

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SelfiesThere's an awkward thrill I feel / like wicked-wet rabies – / Oh. Ah. Oh.

@httphellopoetryramona-argo47

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