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 Dec 2024 Mari
Hamzah
Meaning
 Dec 2024 Mari
Hamzah
What's the meaning of deep inhale?
If the tar clings to lung while smoke exhaled
Cancerous
Yet brutally devoured like carnivorous
Venomous
Yet corroding slowly like oxidous

What's the meaning of a sip?
If the alcohol kicks in a dip
True
About being blue
Flew
Up into the sew

What's the meaning of a romance?
If memory leaves as the pain stays
Sorrow
Gone as a throw
Grow
Indisputably slow

What's the meaning of life?
If everything seen is a lie
Null
As it dull
 Dec 2024 Mari
Melanie Jackson
All that I do
Is just sit in my room
And just stare at a hole in the wall
Sometimes I see you
And sometimes I don't
I just wish I had learned to let go
I let you break me
And fell way to hard
Now I'm broken and your doing fine
 Dec 2024 Mari
Asher
Sometimes all I need
a soul to mirror my own.  
Am I too much, though?
Having spelt my name wrong, Bob , I wonder.

Everyone is separate, even with the same programme.
 Dec 2024 Mari
Shane Lease
Will you be the tears between my eyelids?

Hold me together when the night wind hits?

Only Sandcastles can fight this..

Where is my water drop bridge?
 Dec 2024 Mari
Dr Peter Lim
Is it true
most of us
don't know
our true selves?

if we were birds
we wouldn't know
we had wings-

if we were fish
we wouldn't know
we could swim-

if we were clouds
we wouldn't know
we could float-

if we were flowers
or plants, we wouldn't know
we could grow-

is it true
most of us
are partially blind
to ourselves?
 Dec 2024 Mari
Khoisan
Love is
 Dec 2024 Mari
Khoisan
S
t
r
o
n
g
e
r
than time
forever North
a
coronation
the
gift of love
The
❤️
Crown's it's captain
 Dec 2024 Mari
Nat Lipstadt
when does the poem end?


creation is never ending,
the earth is endlessly morphing

but you lean back and say
enough
not because the poem
is finished,
for it is never finished,
because an exhalation feels
satisfying, releasing

but the poem never ends,
nor does the need to

exhale

not with the final .


the next poem is

but a

continuation

of the previous poem;

a continuation

of you~poem,

inhaling

and

exhaling

& morphing.

Sat Jan 7
7:57am
Go into the arts. I'm not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven's sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something. ~Kurt Vonnegut
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