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 May 2017 Bunny
Richard Grahn
Linger
 May 2017 Bunny
Richard Grahn
Winter fades away
Lasting memories linger
Some time passes by
 May 2017 Bunny
Richard Grahn
Storm clouds do wither
Sunshine breaks out in laughter
Light steals the winter
 May 2017 Bunny
Richard Grahn
The heart of a tree
Dances in the summer breeze
Ever comes the rain
Why does everyone have a category?
put into separate boxes
separate
different
gay
lesbian
black
white
rich
poor
but why do we need these "titles"
because aren't we all the same?
aren't we all the same stupid people?
the same stupid
ignorant
****** annoying
people
that put us
into these categories as well?
So why all the TITLES
We r all the same, but different at the same time...
haHA Think about THAT
And yes I've posted a lot today...
keep up :)
 May 2017 Bunny
Lote Do
iNSIDE
 May 2017 Bunny
Lote Do
Smiling
Laughing
That girl looks happy, right
But
can't you see she's crying
on the inside
she's hurting
on the inside
she's slowly dying.
 May 2017 Bunny
Mildred Sim
royan
 May 2017 Bunny
Mildred Sim
you were a jerking ripple
to the tranquility of stilled waters
a wind that slaughters
sturdied barks *******

you invaded the dead of the night
and occupied home within my thoughts
I try to draw the dots
like constellations that rewrite  

what could have, would have -
oh what a fallible attempt of a retaliation
that made no mention
of the wails of the stars; where I gave

the unanswered Okay
that you robbed and thieved away
Unicorn sprinkles,
Daffodils jam,
A little star's twinkle
And some dragon ham.

Some emerald clovers,
A pint of fairy dust,
A handful of stover
And some canned gust.

Teardrops of a Selkie,
Well shaken, not stirred,
The horseshoe of a kelpie,
Late Iron Age sherds.

Some fizzy witchcraft,
One bottle or two,
And maybe a draught
Of love potion too.
Someone challenged me to add my shopping list in here and to have it called a poem. I think they had no idea what they were asking of me, so... here is my shopping list. Enjoy!
 May 2017 Bunny
jess
ribcage
 May 2017 Bunny
jess
the human heart
is the size of
a closed fist.
it punches
in my chest,
leaving bruises
on my soul

it beats out the
everylastbit
of love i hold.
show me how
i can ever
set myself free
from the idea
that, i, too
am bitterly alone.
 May 2017 Bunny
PaperclipPoems
In this life I have found you to love
And in the next I shall do the same.
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