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solEmn oaSis Oct 2020
open up Less upclose hint:
upsidedown absorb unwet waves of silent noise,
otherwise Loud silence moist more !!!
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  Aug 2020 solEmn oaSis
Megan H
Is a poet still a poet
If they do not write?

A journal gathering dust,
But a yearning to write.
Am I still a poet
Without my inner light?
I'm sorry I haven't written a while! Love you all
  Aug 2020 solEmn oaSis
Alias
The sun will relentlessly continue to rise
The earth will unabatingly continue to turn
And I will continue to live full of love  Despite it all
  Aug 2020 solEmn oaSis
ryn
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I've stared...
Longingly forever into you
You'd stare back but you never really knew
Hands of hours, minutes and seconds I've shook
All the time I've carelessly took

I've witnessed...
That etched on each one, that amazing smile
A crutch forged of sunrays that had carried me many a mile
It's all that I have to know of you
In this endless chase I've sought to pursue

I've envisioned...
Different ways you'd wear your crown
Various trimmings on lavish gowns
Smitten by the way you sport your paint
The nectarous song sung in your gait ever so faint

I've imagined...
The addictive rise and fall of your every breath
Bringing me back to life after every death
Pulses of sweet nothings that never did ebb
Ensnaring my heart with your silk spun web

I've believed...
You are the queen of my future tale untold
I've felt it so real like verses written in bold
But I've awakened from slumber into terrifying reality
Pains me to realise that you're nothing but imaginary...
  Aug 2020 solEmn oaSis
ryn
Grant me forgiveness.
For my mouth had acted prematurely
and erred.
Acrid words my tongue can't retract.
My lips quiver,
pursed and scared.

Grant me relief.
For my ego had lunged.
Fueled emotions that strayed.
Sensible thoughts in mind
that my heart had betrayed.

Grant me strength and courage.
Let the next morn's sun,
illuminate the dark obstinacy of my heart.
Allow this bitter turbidity to pass.
So I could walk the hard road,
to a brand new start.
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Sometimes words carry more venom than fangs.
And often, the path to absolution lies first, in forgiving oneself.
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  Aug 2020 solEmn oaSis
ryn
I want to be there...

When the sun would shine
upon the ready sand -
and presents us gold.

When it spears
into the excitable ripples
of the water -
and gives us emeralds.

When it caresses
sun-hungry skins -
and gives them back
their lives.


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I miss the beach.
  Aug 2020 solEmn oaSis
Isabella
It used to be screaming cries.
But what happens when a scream dies.
It's left with silence, in candle light.
But what's one candle in the blackness of night.

You can't fill the empty hole inside.
It's hallowed out from all the times you tried.
There's only fragments left and so you hide.
Just waiting for the pain to subside.

Why has it become so much more quiet.
When moments ago it was chaos and riot.
I extinguished the only spark.
Now I'm just tiptoes in the dark.
I wrote this poem with my best friend, alternating who wrote each line...
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