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Yearning

When soul fire

Longs to be free

Heart and Bone

Ache

But the words don't come

And beauty is stilled

A dry garden

Dust in the wind

A living thing

empty

With the promise

Of rain

Tomorrow
writer
 Jan 2020 Serendipity
Mari
You chased after the bus
JUST to see me?
How lucky can I be.
 Jan 2020 Serendipity
Mari
You care.
 Jan 2020 Serendipity
Mari
It was good to know,
That you cared.
Like I did for you.
 Jan 2020 Serendipity
Ryan Joseph
people say:
'crying is only for a weak person'

why would I  not agree?
of course yes.

but, is it only for a weak person?
and for a dispirited person?

because I believe that;
'crying is also a part of being strong--strong in emotion".
The sun has come and gone
The moon eclipsed
The wind has run away
The sea receded

How many opportunities
Have been lost
Because of waiting for
'The right moment'
 Dec 2019 Serendipity
Mari
NO. But he'll always remain
A special person to me
'cause I
Loved him once.
L
 Dec 2019 Serendipity
Asonna
I love a sunburnt country,
but now the land's ablaze.
the oxygen we breathe has turned to dust
yet our request for help is denied.
I love a sunburnt country,
but there's not much left to last.

Firefighters aren't getting paid,
Neither are their bills.
yet our leader claims we're all fine
but he can afford to jet away.

The wildlife is damaged.
Koalas are losing homes.
much like the population
as the fires rip through their walls.

I love my sunburnt country,
but this has gone on too long.
while it's nice you're in hawaii Mr. Morrison,
everyone else is left to stand alone..
You see the slump in my shoulders
the way I carry myself
the burdens of boulders
that threaten my health.

When you ask what's wrong
I pull up my guard
don't want your pity or sad song
won't tell you why life's hard.

So if you want to know
I'll bottle it inside
wrap up all remains in a black bow
and tell you I'm fine.
 Dec 2019 Serendipity
SophiaAtlas
" Cut yourself"

Just a cut
Just a scratch
"What's that mark?"
"It was the cat."
Just an excuse
Just a lie
"What's with all the bracelets?"
" Just fashion, why?"
Just a tear
Just a scream
" Why were you crying?"
"Just a bad dream."
But it's not just a cut, or a tear, or a lie
It's 'just one more' until you die
this poem is about me
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