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on a gentle breeze
fluffy dandelion seeds
did saunter around
It dawns...

She ponders...

It wanders...

Goes yonder...

Back it saunters...

Her thought process...

Sometimes is...
Beyond her
The poem writing process point of view. I don't know why, it just is.
Ruheen Jul 1
Don't let the bed bugs bite...
Even though they're crawling
All over you.

Don't let the raindrops win...
Even though they're
Surrounding you.

Don't let the windows shine...
Even though they can
Always see you.

Don't let the bed bugs bite...
Because even when you're
Holding your pillow tight...

They still come and snuggle up by your side.
...figure it out. I'm going to sleep
Lara May 14
What are colours?

Colours define everything.

But who defines everything to the ones who can’t see?

Not only the ones that are blind.

But the ones who just don’t want to see it.

To see what is right in front of them.

To see the world around them.

To see everything that exists.

And what does not exist.
So what exists?
Om
Clear the mind
with forms of breath control
Vibrations emanate
Serpent flows in swirls
It curls around the centre line
Seven points along the spine
From base to crown
Varied hues are queued
where energy is key
Use the force
to elevate your qi
Om
(@PoeticTetra - instagram/twitter)
Amanda Mar 28
Night changes and spins around
Bitter day will follow suit
A purple frosty evening
Turning black as soot
Outside
Wyatt Mar 25
Oh she sleeps around
just to feel something
and he only feels her
when she’s wearing nothing.
Oh she sleeps around
‘cause she feels nothing
so the dress falls down
when he’s asking for it.
They remember
all the nights,
stashing the guilt away
waking up for the day.
Can’t remember
who turned off the lights
but still they both got
into that same bed,
under those same sheets,
thinking the same things,
no future and no rings,
something “for now”.
Forget the world
we’re living to die in.
Close your eyes
and dive in.
Oh she sleeps around
just to feel something
and he only feels her
when she’s wearing nothing.
Oh she sleeps around
‘cause she feels nothing,
now the cigarette’s burned out
and it’s time to leave.
Once upon a time in a land far away
there lived a boy
Who cried and cried
this boy was having a tough time
Because everyone he ever loved
Died.
Created by me on December 31st, 2019
Yup, that's it.
Butterfly Feb 17
Every motion that you make,
Will lift me of the ground.

I'm so happy that you're around.
My latest poems kinda ****.
I'll come back when I have some good ****.
hannah Feb 4
I don't mind the way things are
I have some new friends
We're smiling again
Things are better for me
Life keeps moving
Staying isn't so bad after all.
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