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My hair grows
Like patience
against my will
  behind my back
yesterday's destiny
jungle long
in time for every
  sunrise and sunset.
I sing about blooming under the same moon. You need a full moon to bloom.
Annie Oct 4
Don’t allow grey skies to dampen your hair,
soak up your shirt,
seep into your

Let the tears fall if they brew under-lid,
cleanses and

Don’t stay up late ‘til the birds start to talk,
spreading secrets
you don’t need to

Smoke always rises and wind blows you sideways-
even gorse ****
has bright yellow
in the maze of your soul I discovered the center was a beautiful garden, wild, unrulely and begging to bloom in the light of another. I have fallen in love with it and am happily lost there for eternity.
Oakley Barnes Sep 20
From one place to another
Another one behind
For them to keep you

You are worth far more than what they tell you
They don't see the diamonds in your eyes
All they see is the smile you use
To hide your hurt
Let me take your tired hands
Hold them in mine
And tell you it's ok

It is so hard to believe
Believe me
My words are true
This will pass
The hurt will end
The crying will stop

Your words are sweet honey
It is too sweet for their bitterness
They dislike your courage
To keep going
To keep thriving

You, little plant
Will keep GROWING
Your vines will reach tall
Your leaves will soak up the sun
And you will
For my dear friend, you've already read this but I hope you like it ☺
Ken Pepiton Sep 15
The Logic of the Toad
at the bottom of the slough of despond
ping ping rain drip

the very elixer of feistiness, they say
make us make use o'the stuff

muscles are best for,
but virtually

estivation is our pre

we wait on geotime for rain
and rise, toadish

to be kist orange by gaseous
exposure to

you, dear reader, a breath of fresh air,
if you cared to even try

to get understanding with it,
as wisdom tickled your

fancy fashionable meme chain.
A bit of something so long that if I were to post it here I fear seeming meme envious wishing for rain
KR Sep 8
Everyone is not meant for Greatness
Why can we not simply live?
Is life not to be enjoyed?
The simple things get overlooked
A simple happiness gets shunned
Why do we have to push?
We push our lives away from comfort
We push our loved ones away in a quest for one moment of light
We compare and contrast our lives
When did we stop being people?
People with sparks behind our eyes
People with a heart in full bloom
People where we all live in the sun of the day instead under the covers of night
We are no longer drops of sunshine, honeypies, and daisies.
We are zombies, vampires, and wraiths.
Do not shun kindess
Offer a smile and look up at the bright new day
I sat down with a stranger and offered conversation. He accepted but looked at me like I was crazy. I just like friendship and hospitality. What is wrong with that?
Devin Ortiz Sep 6
“A nail in the coffin, such a significant mark.”
Said the dead man walking,
with a hole in his heart.

But the nail was his weapon,
his sword, his pen.
Sheathed within his own body,
his life, his friend.

So day after day, as stress grew,
as life came.
He welled up all the words,
which sang.

All of this, blood, sweat and tears.
Until the fool realized all his lost years.

He yearned to draw the blade once more,
and so did it pour,
all the words and shame
he had to his name.

So the ink flowed, his life blood,
his prose.
Always to write again, his blooming
red rose.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I bloomed into a flower
So will you
my other poem flower or sum
But it has to do with it
Zane Smith Sep 6
an outlet
for thoughts feelings
for when you can't think straight,
for when sentences can't form.
an outlet
for flowers to bloom
for tears to fall
for lungs to breathe.
an outlet
for voices unheard
for fingers to type
for brains to process,
for hearts to heal
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