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 Nov 2020 jordan
Shrika
-Light-

Darkness pours into me
in shimmering rivulets,

-Is-

thrumming in staccatos
of carnal dour;

-All-

begging me to yield, to burn,
to drown in its mercy,


-That-

But it knows not that
a flicker is all it takes
to light

-Remains-
Diwali, the festival of light, celebrated in India signifies this hope, new beginnings and the power of light.
A very happy diwali to everyone!

I'm very thankful to everyone in this wonderful community who have been constantly supporting me and have been appreciating my poems. I have now decided to take a break in writing as I'm almost at the end of my senior year in school and things have started to get hectic. I may not be able to post anything for a few months. Hopefully by the time I come back with a new poem, I'd have a good chance of getting into my dream college(fingers crossed):D
 Nov 2020 jordan
Mary Anne Norton
With all of my flaws
I carry around each day
Who's  the real turkey
 Nov 2020 jordan
Ayn
Thankfulness
 Nov 2020 jordan
Ayn
I’m thankful for this past year,
It taught me to calm down;
Loosen up a bit.

I’m thankful for those that hurt me,
You taught me forgiveness,
And gave me a wake-up call.

I’m thankful for my ability to change;
To become more social.
Otherwise life would have been hell.

I’m thankful for the life I’ve lived,
The progress I’ve made,
And the luck I have had.
It hasn’t been a great year, but we still need to show gratitude for what made an impact on you and changed you. If ur reading this, m, that second stanza is about you.
 Nov 2020 jordan
TheConcretePoet
intrigue,
mystery
and
intelligence
will always
be a
poet's
aphrodisiac.

'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
👷🏿‍♂️👷🏻‍♂️
 Nov 2020 jordan
ymmiJ
Untitled
 Nov 2020 jordan
ymmiJ
crystal night ballroom
stars dancing through moonlit rays
sunlights empty stage
 Nov 2020 jordan
j a connor
In the night
I stand alone
Free
From all
Who do not condone
The lifestyle
Of a sixties kid
Who wants to do what his heroes did
 Nov 2020 jordan
Angel
Girl with the lilac fingertips
Hair nearly down to her hips
Missing the days when
I was on my land, holding a Brisk
In tiny hands
Enjoying the company of loved ones
Listening to the drums
On warm days
On cold
Being together
Never alone
Girl with the lilac toes to match
You’ll feel the beat of the drums again
Don’t cry, braid your hair
Get up & try again
It’s the time of breaking curses
Little girl
Get up
&
try again
Missing the days of having a sense of family & community. Going to Sundances, rounddances & powwows. I miss so much it hurts so much.
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