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toleomato Jul 9
Above all things,
I know bitterness
because I was born
without having been asked.
Shofi Ahmed Jul 5
One dies one born
has one forgot
life is not gone?
One comes opens
a caged bird's door
eye on for
a new destination
life goes on!
Ntando Ndlela Jun 22
I was formed from atoms in a gods womb,
Born to tame the sun and moon,
Born to master the arts of survival,
Born to remake the earth through knowledge and wisdom,
Born to roam the ground and the skies with blissful freedom,
Born to experience the power of  love, lust and evil,
Born to conquer beasts and wrestle with demons,
I was formed from atoms in gods womb,
Born to write sermons, poems and truth,
Born to live free,proudly black and true.
Copyrighted ©️ written by Ntando Ndlela
A repost:
Dance Me To The End Of Love"

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love

Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone
Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon
Show me slowly what I only know the limits of
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on
Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long
We're both of us beneath our love, we're both of us above

Dance me to the children who are asking to be born
Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn
Dance me to your new moon face and name RD in Jaipur.
Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn

Dance me to the end of love
Dance me through the miles
Dance me through the panic
till I'm gathered safely in

Touch me with your naked hand, touch me with your glove darling close the gap
of distance now
Dance me to the end of love
A repost
74-2021- present RddpcRk
Immortalized eternal lovers
an Oath to true love a song given to me by my first twin true love
Lost and found 74-present.
Found with new face & name.
Aŧül May 14
I survived a life-threatening,
Coma-inducing & memory-debilating
High-speed road accident in May ‘10.
I survived COVID12,
Now I even survived COVID19.
I, howsoever, know what I am.
I am a mortal. Perishable.
My HP Poem #1929
©Atul Kaushal
I write sometimes.
I read sometimes.
The day is going to be well.
But I feel I am always broken in many unspoken words.
Many poems were written.
Many feelings were poured in many cups of the day I spent too much.
They said, you are overthinking to yourself.
They said, you let more anxiety fill your brain.
I said, maybe this is the last time I will do.
Maybe I will forget the past and hope everyting is going to be fast.
I write sometimes.
I read sometimes.
Everyday I get I always heal myself.
Maybe I was born.
And again.
And maybe,
I will die everyday too.
Indonesia, 18th April 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
There is no poetry that will stop being written because every day a young poet is born and love is born every day.
Indonesia, 11th April 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
Maria Mitea Apr 9
our dying kiss
two babies were born
with flying wings
Amanda Kay Burke Dec 2020
Throw me to sea
A message in a bottle
See where I wash up
I was born to be free

Spirit raised by coyotes
I spend my nights howling at the moon

I will come back here one day
For now my roots are short so I plant myself wherever the wind carries me
Bloom in any soil

My heart guiding the way
I try to be adaptable but it has taken me a long time and I still have a lot to learn but I try my best every day!
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