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Poetria
Cursed
 Nov 2017 g
Poetria
divided,
undecided,
trying to hide it;
struggling.
indecisiveness is a curse in a world where you can either be one thing or the other
 Nov 2017 g
Sarita Aditya Verma
She is the woman
I truly admire

Agile and  spirited
Positivity unlimited

A day's train journey
Is what she took
To be with us

Flying is not her thing

She inspires
At 91, yes age is just a number
My grandmother in law has come to stay with us for a few days
She is an inspiration

https://hellopoetry.com/poem/1924502/inspirations-galore/
 Nov 2017 g
Lorem Ipsum
How to stop time: kiss.
How to travel in time: read.
How to escape time: music.
How to feel time: write.
How to release time: breathe.

-Matt Haig
Yet, so relatable.
 Nov 2017 g
ronnie b
you
are the brightest colors in my palette
with which i paint
the most beautiful pictures

you
have inspired me
to paint pictures
of light and happiness

you
are the stars and galaxies
on my midnight blue skies
supernovas of light

you
are the lilies
somehow growing and flourishing
in the messy muck of my soul

you
are my muse
my inspiration
and the one i love the most
dedicated to my beautiful girlfriend

who has inspired me for multitudes
 Nov 2017 g
caroline
Untitled
 Nov 2017 g
caroline
i have nothing beautiful to write
i have no elegant way of saying
i just want to be in your arms
 Nov 2017 g
Traveler
AGEISM
 Nov 2017 g
Traveler
Can you really trust me
Within this old dead skin
Crow-eyed and wrinkled
Hair graying thin

Moving forward
Ever nearing
The wickedness
  Of that bitter end...

Is it casual or systematic
When age becomes a sin?
Traveler Tim
Ageism is an American thing?
 Nov 2017 g
Elizabeth Squires
a
chap
at
a
poetry
site
asked
a
poetess
to
send
him
her
silk
*******
well
his
request
didn't
go
down
too
well
she
was
shocked
by
the
audaciousness
of
him
wanting
her
tail
coverings
the
thought
did
cross
her
mind
that
he
was
of
the
cross-dressing
kind
 Nov 2017 g
ryn
Out of Sync
 Nov 2017 g
ryn
I have forgotten how to breathe.

For something so natural,
I’m finding it so hard.

I catch myself talking
through the process.
Much alike coaching
a child to walk.

Each breath is a step
- slow, calculated and clumsy.
And with each successful step
comes the exhilaration
and the confidence.

The next following steps
executed in haste causes
the body to lurch forward.

Losing balance.
Losing composure.


Unready feet caught unawares...
Haphazard footfalls.

I have fallen.
I have forgotten how to breathe.
I’m out of sync...
And I’m at a loss...
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