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 Apr 2018
Traveler
Sometimes it feels
Like we're just holding on
Biding our time
To the end of our songs

Somehow I know
There's much more in store
So many more paths
So many more wars

Somewhere awaits
A peaceful reprieve
For all of the Poets
And hopefully me
Traveler Tim
 Apr 2018
Amy Perry
Poetry runs through my hands
Like grains of sand.
Plucking the words
Like the strings of a harp,
My heart
Gathers strength from truthful poems,
Devoid of rhyme or reason,
Though I often try for both.

Poetry runs through my mind
Like lyrics.
Music so sweet, the words.
The ink casts a spell
When I spell
And I wish to enchant
With peaceful prose
In a gesture with rose.

I scatter the petals,
The words scrambled again,
To be plucked from the ether,
To be plucked from the ground,
And used for the good,
Or used for my own ego, or neither.
Perhaps they are used
To battle a stormy mind with sunny words.

The sands of time are ticking.
The music of the world ensues.
The voices of my mind pause and listen
When the ink and the paper meet and muse.
I hear a rhythm, I feel a dance
Everything else is silent.
As words, sweet words,
Run through my hands.
 Apr 2018
Fox Friend
And on the final day,
I watched the flames
lick up my words.

I set them all ablaze;
none of them
made you
stay.
 Apr 2018
Linnea
you promised
we would
meet each other
one day.
we would go
crab fishing
and drink some wine,
looking at the sunset
a little bit drunk
on the sandy beach.
smelling the salty air.
it was just empty words.
meant everything to me,
and nothing for you.
I am just a bunch
of flowers you
got tired of
watering.
hanged me on your
wall, my flower soul
dried like a desert.
dead from all the promises
you made.
beautiful but forgotten.
and it was so
simple for you
to just buy a
new bunch
of flowers.
 Apr 2018
z
yours
     glossy
           cherry red
                and ever so
                           enticing
                                      perhaps
          ­                                      could i
                                      invite them over
                   so they could lay
         ever so softly
on mine?
kiss me before you go
 Apr 2018
Ash
she sits in the dark

a **** to her lips

pain forgotten

she blew rings to the wind

with half moon eyelids

she inhaled a philsosphers dream

lost amongst the stars

-A
 Apr 2018
Rochelle Bourque
The song of spring is in the wind,
The smell of rain heavy in the air.
What once was frozen solid,
Now breaths life into the soul.

Born from hope and desperate dreams,
The bright rays of life infiltrate the skies.
Rising from death and growing strong,
Enchanting green joins the living.

Returning peace to the once restless,
Warmth to the cold.
Winter is finally leaving,
The snow finally melting.
 Apr 2018
Johnny Noiπ
Every pin-up is a product
of the machine-age; even
beauty is man-made;
woman are simply naked.

My girl has green skin;
Fuchsia ******* & a blue
snooch; snakes for hair
& she likes it from back.

There is no such girl yet if u
will u can imagine such thing
w/o the Internet or machine.

Read ur mythology carefully
& u will discover they had
super advanced technology.
***** locked
Stomach twisting
Grasping for control
But my world's shattered out from beneath me
And I feel no soul.
Miles of sedation could not save me from this.
No nirvana no mothers love
No meditational bliss.
Here I am empty no feeling but this sick.
Tired and turmoil.
My stomach twist.

I could ***** or die
Or both at the same time.

Nothing could save me from this.
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Not every moment is perfect
some of my memories not so sweet,
but that love I hold in my heart
really, is what makes life complete.

Sweet moments can last forever
as love can make time still,
just like the beauty of a first kiss
my love for you lives on in my heart
and always forever will.

There’s a twinkle in my eyes
a tango step In my walk
it’s been so very long
since there was hope in my talk.

It’s your love,
like a river flowing through my soul
protecting, embracing, graceful,
beautifully, it makes my love whole.

Sweet moments can last forever
as love can make time still,
just like the beauty of a first kiss
my love for you lives on in my heart
and always forever will.

When my hands, you placed in yours
a passion unleashed, that all can see,
burning away the imperfect moments
making room for new sweet memories.

And when all else has been forgotten
when minutes are forever gone,
there’s a song that will continue
our love will play on and on.

Sweet moments can last forever
as love can make time still,
just like the beauty of a first kiss
our love lives on in our hearts
and always forever will.


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