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Jen Nov 2018
Outstretched
And
Exposed
To find
Yourself
In
The
Chasm.

Displaced
Consciousness
As if
A Phantom.

Holding your soul,
Close to your body.

Rolling
Into
A Cocoon
Of
Newly
Spun
String.

Rolling, rolling, rolling...
To where?

Towards
Undetectable
Cosmos.

Unending,
Then crystalizing
Over sudden sunsets,
Infinitely,
Across the horizon.

Moving towards
Abstractions
Faster,
As concrete
Fails to set
Within them.

Swept up
On the stairwell
Of a helix,
Waiting to
See where
It ends.

Caught up
In the never-ending
Space of Obscurity
That sometimes seems
Forbidden.
This poem might not appear to make sense at first.  It came to me as a visual image that suddenly popped into my head as I was thinking about how I feel about a life situation that I've struggled with for a while. It actually has dual meanings as after I wrote it some subcontious thoughts also surfaced.  I've heard poetry is good therapy and believe it. So the inspiration came as the sun started to go down as it does now at 4pm.  I was thinking about a piece of life, closed my eyes and saw myself exposed and naked laying in a dark, empty space. Then I realize it, and so my entire being rolls itself up in a cocoon for protection to find that my mind is very abstract and struggles in this concrete world, especially around a lot of people who are very concrete and black & white thinkers. It's time to find a new field but it seems like a big leap. Just thoughts and visualizations put to words....
Do you have a ticket to ride ?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
               Do you have a ticket to ride ?
                 Only this Eagle’s for poets

                   You have to take JetStar
                    Of course no unwashed
                     Unless you show faith

                      Having faith essential
                       As no atheists here
                        Virtually a reality
                         Especially here

                          Air Sea Eagle

                          To fly up n up.
                            Into the sky
                             Careful now
                              Keep hats on
                              Experience it
                              Two hour trip

                                To Brisbane
                                Over mountains

                                Rivers and lakes
                                In a wink of an eye.
                                  Destination Philip
                                Experience the spirit.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Just a little fun.
A concrete poem. Written by Philip
November4th 2018.
Have fun with your words
Come fly with me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Come fly with me.
   The history of the World
       And the poetry of the World
           Is more than just fascinating
               The fantasy that can be then woven
            Whist you are flying like an Eagle
         Far beyond the natural limits
      Of your very own experience
    And in a sacred association
  Come fly with me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Written by Philip
November 4th 2018.
Flying with the fantasy
Kevin Zhang Oct 2018
we know of not
empty of meaning

knowledge pursued
no more believing
on graves once more
winner too far late

or it’s untrue
fiddle fame with fate

Names scraped well off
Open for disgust, shun
To spot what’s not



or
to spot what’s there
We know not...
Poetic T Sep 2018
The Petals that had to grow
through the poverty of life's
                        oncrete hardship.

Never looking below the infertile
          words that never gave it the
          time to breath. To reach what
was before it, breaking before its hardships.

They thought we were weeds, cracking through
             afflictions that never showed our beauty.

Adolescent roots never showing the potential.
                  But as we grew, we flourished before you.
We showed our worth, blooming before the haters,
              shining beneath the blandness of yesterday.


But now where showing colours beneath us dull.
                        Were unlike the reality that was expected.
Showing that when there is weight upon us we
can still grow and show where more that what was below.
Kwamé May 2018
They say a rose by any other name will still smell as sweet
But what about another color
Will a black rose still captivate the heart
And remind you of love?
Or will it be ****** doomed and cast away
Its aroma enchant you and fill you with lust or will it remind you of death and decay
This ***** is strong
Its stems carry the burden of people forgotten
This ***** is dangerous
Its thorns stab and *****
In the name of vengeance
Vengeance for every rose cast aside for its imperfections
This ***** is beautiful
Its petals flawless and noble
A red rose thrives in the sun and wilts under pressure
But the black rose
Grows in all conditions
Plants strong roots in concrete
and despite the odds
I rise!
Black plight
Tori Aug 2018
I have violent dreams
where vines of green
cover everything
spanning endlessly

Their violent bloom
Overcomes the gloom
Of this concrete doom
PoserPersona Aug 2018
The concrete drum
beats two steps;
their sound signals
dear freedom

The cricket hum
drowns the day
and instills a
tranquil numb

The bare breeze
strums leaves and all
and breaks the heat
in welcome

The tonic sum
a blessed song;
allowing one
to triumph
Kora Sani Aug 2018
Take one step forward
just one step
one step is progress
she tells me
but how do you take a step forward
when you don't know
which direction you are facing
It takes some time
to gain control
To rid myself from the concrete
But I take my first step
and the cement begins to break
it's left scars on my feet
they feel painful
but free
I'm wounded
but still standing
and which direction I'm headed
I don't yet know
but standing
is enough for now
Astra Jul 2018
Listen,
Breathe,
Shh silence she’s asleep,
Quite to not make a peep,

The child made of concrete and leaves,
Is fast asleep,
Move to quickly and the ground will shake,
allow the vibrations to awake,
A silent soul so pure and innocence,

Yet the world decided to scream,
CHILD MADE OF CONCRETE YOU DON’T DESERVE TO BE,

Frightened and confused the child moves just to quickly,
To hear the earth raddle as the body meets the floor,

I wish they would have just
listened some more..
Listening , All rights reserved,  written by fragilehalo
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