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 Dec 2018 Panteh-A
Zoe G
We talk through
smiles
When we pass in the hallway
we smile
when we stand in the stairway
so close to one another
we still smile
and we don't utter a single
word
we let the curves of our faces
speak
for us
and we understand
one another
more
intimately
 Dec 2018 Panteh-A
Xion
i'd like to figure out
exactly how much
i really mean to her
because, well she
means the world to me
 Dec 2018 Panteh-A
1487
The poetry isn’t in all these words —
It’s in knowing I survived them.
Holy smokes! Thank you everyone for all of the support! I don’t come here too often so I did not expect this; what a beautiful surprise ♥️
Dry
.
It
is
true,
you are
totally right.
I'm as dry as
a desert, I'm a dead
empty land. I used to be
a  jungle  when  the  clouds
where by my side, and now that
they are gone, my trees, my dreams
they dried and died. Because of this,
nothing grows inside of me, there is
only silence and despair. I can't feel
what  I  write,  I  barely  feel alive
I want to feel human again
Oh god, I really miss
the rain
Es frustrante tener  las palabras pero no el tiempo y luego tener el tiempo y no recordar las palabras
 Dec 2018 Panteh-A
Damien Ko
rest the creek, the brook the stream
dear soldier, traveler, pilgrim, dear king
stay and slow father mountain commands
silver wisps of cloud strand stone crown

o father o father there is a dream
I must go I must go I must be leaving
his silent reproach communes and remands
"my son, to me so you may gaze down upon"

"the earth, the mother sleeping tonight"
imperiously meekly father gazes a fondness
mother slumbers 'neath blanket down white
and its here and its here in the earth it is here

the stone and the tree and the river decree
the truth to the traveler the truth he must see
the man who must remember the face of his father
they Pyrenees did a number on me in a good way
 Dec 2018 Panteh-A
Philipa James
If only for today

I'd love to hear you say

The words that mean so much

Loving ones that touch

My soul aches to hear spoken words so true

Please let the words come through
 Dec 2018 Panteh-A
Brizar Poetry
There's glory in her story,
and buckets full of pain.
Once they tip over...
only emptiness remains

There's glory in her emptiness,
it sets her free.

  
There's glory in her heart
now that there are no limits to
what she sees.

There's no place to go.
There's no one to be.

— The End —