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 Jan 2021 Wanangwa
Ciel Noir
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 Jan 2021 Wanangwa
Ciel Noir
X
I loved you

true

but it was wrong


and I learn now

how

to be strong
 Jan 2021 Wanangwa
Edmund black
If
I
Look
Like
I’m
Not
Worried
It’s because I’m not

I’ve learned to
Chase no one.
Chase nothing.
Force no one.
Force nothing.

Truth remains
You’ll rarely have to run after who/what’s meant for you.
 Jan 2021 Wanangwa
Kathryn Heim
Before you judge
Another's heart
Examine your own
Inside and out.
What you criticize
In another
Is what yours
Is all about.
 Jan 2021 Wanangwa
LannaEvolved
All of the love you have given to the wrong people-
will find its way back to you with the right person.
Stay inspired.
 Jan 2021 Wanangwa
Vic de souza
I will remember you,
Will you remember me ?
The memories made
Will never fade
Engraved in the clouds
Screaming out loud
I will remember you,
Will you remember me ?
 Jan 2021 Wanangwa
jl
Crush
 Jan 2021 Wanangwa
jl
Late night texts
Sleepy eyes
Small smiles
Butterflies

Stolen moments
Held inside
Beating heart
Stupefied

~

Left alone
Tear filled eyes
Chapped lips
Scarred thighs

Empty promises
Cast aside
Broken heart
Terrified

~j.l.
there's a reason why its called a crush
 Jan 2021 Wanangwa
Crystal Freda
Why is poetry dying
when we still have the gift?
If we still have water
then we still have a ship.
We can sail to the places
these words take us.
We are still shaken
by the words that make us.
Why should we let poetry die
when there is so much to explore?
If only people read it
and discovered more.
 Jan 2021 Wanangwa
Lyn-Purcell
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║                𝔯𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔦𝔐 ,𝔯𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔦𝔐             ║
╔══╝       𝔢𝔰𝔞𝔢𝔩𝔭 𝔢𝔲𝔯𝔱 𝔩𝔲𝔬𝔰 𝔶𝔪 𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔗         ╚══╗
║  𝔪𝔞 𝔡𝔫𝔞 𝔰𝔞𝔴 ℑ 𝔱𝔞𝔥𝔴 𝔫𝔞𝔥𝔱 𝔢𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔢𝔟 ℑ 𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔚    ║
       ╚═╗      𝔢𝔟 𝔬𝔱 𝔱𝔫𝔞𝔢𝔪 ℑ 𝔬𝔥𝔴 𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔪 𝔡𝔫𝔞
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Tried my hand in something new, mirror-writing!
One of the most prominent people to do this was Leonardo Da Vinci though it is unclear why despite all the ideas that have been suggested.
I found it quite fascinating!
It was a bit of a challenge to format, but I'm happy with the end result.
This poem reflects something I ask myself internally everyday.
And what better way to share it than with the 'hand of Da Vinci'?
I will definitely be experimenting more with new styles.
Stay safe everyone!
Kind regards,
Lyn x
 Jan 2021 Wanangwa
Sam
her
 Jan 2021 Wanangwa
Sam
her
effortlessly wearing a cigarrette on her lips
head tilted high with one hand on her hips
a dizzyingly incandescent, nicotine laugh
i think i'd die for her
write that on my epitaph
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