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 Dec 2024 Khoisan
S R Mats
All are welcome, come to rest,
Within my feathered nest

To find what you may seek
Love and comfort if you be weak.
 Dec 2024 Khoisan
Soraya Ali
I can write you a letter
You can read it before you sleep
I can knit you a toy
Only one which you can keep
My gifts to you
The only trace of me in your world

A strand of my auburn hair touches
Your floor
Your face
Your bed
Your beard
My gifts to you
The only trace of me in your world
 Dec 2024 Khoisan
Kaiden
Warm water
 Dec 2024 Khoisan
Kaiden
I enter the bathtub filled with warm water
To wash away the stress and trauma.
The liquid which used to bring me so much comfort
And so much fear.

The water i used to warm my hands with,
The water i used to make food i hoped no one knew about,
The water i gave my dying dog,
The water that kept me alive.

And i sit there, thinking about it.
About everything that can happen
In the span of 4 years.
Earth is a strange place indeed,
As it is filled with water.
Kinda a reference to a poem i wrote some time ago, also named Warm water. Also, i really miss Drab, he left Hello Poetry some time ago. He was my first follower and even tho i don't really know him i still miss him :(
 Dec 2024 Khoisan
Ghost
This is a story about a young man and his web of lies and smoke and mirrors. This man was once a honest man alas the temptation of the dark led him to the smoke and mirrors that are the demons in his head
 Dec 2024 Khoisan
Agnes de Lods
The circles of time overlap.
You see with myriad eyes.
Rings in different directions are spinning
At variable speed,
Following the invisible spirit.
You already know about everything,
But dogma’s tightness limits
Make you indifferent to
An individual fate lost in time and dimension.
A single person in the turn of the wheel
Of celestial spheres is like
An ant colony crushed by a hurtling machine.
Goal achieved:
Created on the ruins of destruction.
The fear of passing glimpses
Is just an echo of scattered glints
Orion’s Nebula.
I ask and I’m afraid of answers.
I chose the unskilled objection
Rather than conviction about inerrancy.
To be floating in your oblivion
Like a discordant sound
in a harmonic chant
of everything is my privilege,
My existential plan.
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