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 Aug 2023 Jas
Kit Scott
soft
 Aug 2023 Jas
Kit Scott
i believe in a gentle kind of love
all soft and soothing and
just right
when i am so terribly, irritatingly fragile
fingers running down my back while we lie
rib to rib, heart to heart
listening to the beat, and to the breath
and perhaps it is that, in this world of rough and tumble
of screaming and aching, to believe in a love kind and sweet is
a naivety but i find that
because of all this roaring outside our window, i much prefer
to think of that love sweet and kind
and us, tangled around each other, i think, yes

i find that i believe in a gentle sort of love
 Nov 2020 Jas
caroline
never grow up
 Nov 2020 Jas
caroline
pony-tailed playmate
head tucked in her shirt
gazing steadily down
at her toes in the dirt

chaos tiptoes around her
naive oblivion
journeys in far away lands
just west of the meridian

watercolor fairy tales
bleeding outside the lines
unaware of the danger
unaware of the signs

let me sit with you, darling
in the dampened flower beds
and paint a new world
for us in our heads
 Nov 2020 Jas
Evan Stephens
A Low
 Nov 2020 Jas
Evan Stephens
Things between us
have reached such a low
that I'm drunk at noon
on a Wednesday in October.

But what if I grabbed the sun
for you, shaking it free
from lacy palms of cloud,
and gave it to your greennesss?

Would it be enough to fix it?
Or are all these drams
of Scotch just turning out
dreams in the early afternoon?
 Nov 2020 Jas
Kafka Joint
Every morning,
I am an evening person.
 Oct 2020 Jas
pilgrims
Swollen
 Oct 2020 Jas
pilgrims
The rain has been filling up my spiritual well,
well it's better than being empty.

I saw another to share myself
but it was bait to trap and tempt me.
My heart has snapped in so many places
you gaze on and just see the spaces.

I relent; go be content.

Go seek another then.
I told you I was bleak and broken,
happiness is beyond my ken.
So blind myself, the wrong words were spoken.
I'll stick to my diligent pen.
All I seem to share is pain
so I cry by myself to help the rain.
 Oct 2020 Jas
a m a n d a
that my default behavior
when desperate to
fix an electronic device
is to blow into it
like a nintendo game.
 Oct 2020 Jas
Glenn Currier
My expectations
are chains
pressing down
hovering wings
keeping me from the sparkle
in you
 Oct 2020 Jas
Ariana Solo
Be cautious if you have crossed a poet's path and be more cautious if you cross a poet's heart

For you and the poet's love will forever live in the pages of the poet's poems,you will inspire the poet's art.

You have the right to remain silent for each of your word, or even action, will forever be remembered and could be written about.

Do comprehend the responsibility of being a poet's litirerary innovation,
carefully choose your route.

๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’Œ๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’Œ๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’Œ๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’Œ
 Oct 2020 Jas
rishita
Feather
 Oct 2020 Jas
rishita
I don't have wings
But I wanna know the feeling when a bird flies.
On the first day of spring ,
I wanna free myself from all the ties.
Migrating from one place to another,
The places I have been having my worn out feather.
My destination is nowhere ,
I just want to explore.
Not interested in knowing anyone,
I wanna know myself little more.
Thinking about bad weather can stop me from flying ,
I trust my feather and I can't stop trying.
One day I will fall and I want to fall like a feather.
Not too early ,
Swinging in the mid air with feathers altogether.
Feather - A poem for a dreamer .
Imagination don't have any flaws.
 Oct 2020 Jas
J-J Johnson
Listen
 Oct 2020 Jas
J-J Johnson
My grandpa
             Words he gave
                            To me once upon a full moon
โ€œSonโ€ he said
            โ€œWhen you go into this lifeโ€
โ€œRemember, that love is a language โ€œ
             โ€œSo find, my son, find someoneโ€
                     โ€œWho speaks your language โ€œ
      โ€œSo you donโ€™t have to translate your soulโ€
                                   Hmmm.
12/17/18
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