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 Jul 2019 Valerie
Poet X
I know my insignificant soul
and these poems
that are my lifeline
will melt into oblivion

but it just makes life so much easier
so much more
beautiful  

so much more
worth

living . .
 Jul 2019 Valerie
Olivia
Escape
 Jul 2019 Valerie
Olivia
Yes, I am a dreamer.
I’ve gotten lost
So many times
In the realm of my mind.
But sometimes
It’s better to stray aimlessly in a dream
Than to face reality.
A place of celebration
Or a place of dejection
The lines are so blurred these days
Whether you’re running away from a problem
Or looking to use a clearly oversized ******
There is no place other than the club
 Jul 2019 Valerie
rose hopkins
When I was young  and time was infinite
I was spontaneous,impulsive, impatient.
Now I am older
and life is precious
and timeless becomes time
with an end in sight.
Love becomes more visible.
I am adventurous,
pensive and patient,
riding the next dream
into a timeless future.
 Jul 2019 Valerie
MangoMan
People come to me,
Broken,
Filled with insecurities
And once I show you the Queen who's meant to be,
You throw me aside,
For another brother,
Who will never appreciate what I've seen,
But I continue,
Along my journey,
To My Queen,
Who will appreciate Me
 Jul 2019 Valerie
Luna Wrenn
when do i miss you the most?
when the air conditioner is freezing cold?
or i just burnt breakfast because i got caught up kissing you good morning ?
or when i can't let go of you and its 11:30am and we've already missed the chance to get donuts at the drive thru?
I never thought i'd actually miss you.
 Jul 2019 Valerie
sandra wyllie
Why can’t I be a dandelion?
So, when they cut me off at the crown
I can grow back up again.
These lil’ buggers have roots down
to the depths of the earth.
They need so little
to rebirth.

I want to be a field
of sunny, yellow kissers.
I would yield
a blanket of flowers
that children could pick
whiling away the afternoon hours.

Perpetuating my seed
in an aerial of cotton spray.
I love it when they’re blowing.
It makes my day
seeing fury fuzzy ***** floating in a marmalade sky,
amongst a backdrop
of formal trees wearing Scottish tweed.
Not bad, I think,
for a common ****.
 Jul 2019 Valerie
fray narte
Jane
 Jul 2019 Valerie
fray narte
And with her,
it’s not just
making love.
It’s making
poetry.
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