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in the quiet of stillness
I can hear a snowflake
gently land
upon my cheek
a flurry of gossamer
frozen lace lilts ~
peacefully
transforming
the ennui
of chilling silence
into a wilderness symphony



thank you to all
for stopping by to read
"The sound of a snowflake"

written by:  h.a. rivers ... 11/13/2017
 Nov 2017 PaperclipPoems
Lizzy K
Someone
asked me if I
knew you
             A million
memories flashed
through my mind
but I just smiled and said I used to
BY wiz khalifa
 Nov 2017 PaperclipPoems
Valena
Sometimes  I wonder if "wonderland " Is real ...
I wonder into a locked room . No one is there but the deceased bugs on the window sill .  A room with  just a mirror . I put my hand through . It reflected and bounced as I removed my hand . I stared in Awe , I walked through. I begin to fall plummiting into what seemed like nothing. I land and I walk out a tiny tiny door . Im in paradise . I meet mr Hatter we take a little visit to the Queen Of Hearts castle .

Later on ....
I'm at a tea party with the Mad Hatter.
We continuously laugh, until tea runs from our noses, and faces red as cherries.
We pour more tea and sip proudly as we laugh look across the table
to see The Queen Of Hearts Head on one of the platters.
Me and Mr . Hatter laugh once more as the blood drips from her neck and gets caught on the plate.
Mr. Hatter leans over to me as we laugh, it gets silent.
He says " Val you are mad "
I respond saying ..... "were all mad here "
#aliceinwonderland
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Poetic T
As I bit my nails
                  wanting to taste you
beneath my fingertips

I knew then that I loved you....
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xy
Breathe.
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xy
Hitherto I had not known suffering,
You had, and you made me taste it.
Your animus emotions in the air hovering,
I held my breath but you made me face it.

You tore me to shreds,
But maybe I deserve it.
All of my lies were hanging on threads,
It was getting hard for me to preserve it.

Though I am a chronic liar,
I never lied about my feelings.
I went ahead and played with fire,
Now I’m burnt and barely breathing.
Poetry
Words on fire
Words on steroids
It can burn down walls of restraint
It can lift the weights that we can't
It can bring the emotionally strong to tears
And bring the weakest new strength

Because Poetry

Poetry is a beautiful thing
I really never new how strong poetry could be until I heard the flowing words of those that I thought I knew.
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