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 Oct 2019
Matthew Berkshire
I drank you deeply at dusk,
and that,
is where I'll wait-
drunk on your magic
grasping at your ether.
 Sep 2019
Edward
I pray that Christ shall heal all of your pain.
Thus enriching your poetry with Great healing.
I pray that Christ then shall use you all mightily.
To reach out and he shall keep filling your heart.
With love, so you can keep reaching out to more.
With the same love that Christ has loved you with.
Then God shall start to bless others through you.
For first of all, he shall bless each of you here.
With so much more than you could ever handle.
So that people shall know that Christ lives in you.
 Jun 2019
The Concrete Poet
Be proud of your roots.
Let them grow,
unruly,
wide and deep
where you are.

Be a shelter
for weary souls.
We all need to rest
from time to time.

A shade for travelers;
living can be hard.

Storms will come,
undeniably,
but stand firm.

They will make you stronger.

Just hold on.

We really only need
Sunlight,
Water
and Mother Earth.

The rest isn't needed
for you to truly grow.

And when you die,
die gracefully,
just as you lived,
with your heart open and with
outstretched limbs.

And
maybe... ..

most importantly,
remember...

like a tree,
you are beautiful in every season of your life.
 Apr 2019
nathan
did i ever need you?
there are days
i can't remember
the feeling
of your touch
there are days
i wish
i hadn't known it

you never needed me.
your gaze
never quite held
the same weight
as mine
your words
never quite
broke the surface

did you forget me?
do her
hands heal
the pain
mine caused
does her
love put mine
to shame

i never forgot you.
i still
stew alone
in my room
at night
i still
mourn a love
never born
another raw piece.
hopefully, i'll be out of my slump soon.
 Apr 2019
grim-raven
we go in circles

|circles, circles, circles|

an undisturbed cycle
of two particles
trying to annihilate each other

until a millisecond passed
the pattern broke
&
you went away
scattered across the dark matter
gone forever
 Feb 2019
bones
On the first hour of my first day
in the front trench I fell;

'Get up,' bawled Sergeant Major,
'and stand eye to eye with hell,

and look ye on the plucky dead
whose chests swell out with pride';

but t'was the rats that swelled them
as they plucked them from inside..
I wondered if I borrowed a line of poetry whether words of my own might follow after, the borrowed line is Mr Kipling's, from Epitaphs of the war 1914-1918..
 Feb 2019
bones
Somebody bundled
it into a clock
and slung it up high on a wall,

with numbers
like bars between us,
where there had been nothing before;

before,
my days had come open,
open and endless like sky,

but boxed on the wall
there looked no room for all
of the rest of my lifetime and I.
 Feb 2019
bones
A certain song the sea wind knows
it sends thru puckered lips,

like kisses blown, across the bows
of drowsing sailing ships;

and stirs their sleepy sails
from their slumber with it's tune,

unfurls their folded petals
and brings them back in bloom.
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