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 Nov 2014 LonelyPoet
Poetic T
We are all colours of the
Rainbow, each droplets  
Of ink different from the
Written,
Wrote,
Penned
Above, below, left & write
We are each a shade  different
To the others, we may use the
Same ink, but my
Pen,
Thought,
Sight
Is different to all in the rainbow,
We are each the same, but all
Unique
Different
Views
Of written life, expressed through our
Mindscape, write my droplets before
"Your ink evaporates"
Embrace all surroundings,
With words that are our expressions of life.
 Nov 2014 LonelyPoet
lX0st
Bricks
 Nov 2014 LonelyPoet
lX0st
A year it has been
A year it has taken me
To reconstruct this wall
Even higher than before.
In one night it has taken you
No more than a smile
To send me back to work
Brick by brick.
How do you do it every time..
My notebook
Full of words
Letters
Commas and periods

My notebook
Full of smudges
Eraser bits
Crinkles and creases

My Notebook
Full of messages
Hidden Meanings
Energy and life

My notebook
Is the place,
The book
In which
I write
We all have that one old, torn notebook that holds all of our secrets and poems.
When a woman approaches
I seldom notice
Her shoes;
But when I do,
I realize
Why I notice
When a woman approaches.
 Nov 2014 LonelyPoet
Skip Ramsey
I am a work...
     In progress...
          Not complete...
               But yet...
                    Not lacking...
I am a work...
     Of art...
          My beauty lies...
               Within my flaws...
                     For all to see...
I am a work...
     My triumphs and...
          My tragedies together...
               Equal partners...
                    In what I am...
I am a work...
     My past...
          My present...
               My future...
                    Together making me...
I am a work...
     My question is...
          How...
               Will you...
                    Shape me?
Will the clay ask the potter what will you make of me? (paraphrased)
... eat other peoples
poetry then

***** all over the page.


(C) SoulSurvivor
Despicable...
 Oct 2014 LonelyPoet
Storm
Oh, my dear underwear
Why must I put you there?
Helping me be all flirty,
Glad you don’t mind getting *****.

Sometimes lacy, what a trip!
Sometimes plain, sometimes ripped,
Sometimes ****, sometimes stained,
You’re just one of everything!

Dearest underwear, your fate is set!
How on Earth do you let
Me go about and use you so carelessly?
Think about it is simply ghastly!

Oh sweet, sweet underwear, you’re the best!
Now go ahead and take a rest.
Go get washed! Go get well,
Before again your use is swell.

Oh my dear underwear, I’m sure you’ll understand
Why I put you there in the end!
To my underwear: the most unappreciated piece of clothing we have of all.
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