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SøułSurvivør Dec 2020
....................Like flowing
           lava/Hot with sweat
Lithe muscle/Sturdy bone/The
horses course/The hillsides as if by
hell beset/magnificent as the sea/
                        As powerful as a tide
                      As if a fire runs in
                     Aching veins/God tests
                    Ancient bloodlines in them
                    And gives them reins/But
                     All in all their hearts ring
                      A leather bell on ours
                    A Vulcan strength we see/
                  And recognize fully in you
                 And me/splendid equine
        Curves as the tails arch/and
Manes stream/on arid dunes....

Arabian.

SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
12/6/2020
Thought I would try concrete poetry again. I had to put the periods in so the first line would be positioned correctly. I've missed concrete.... and I've missed YOU.
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2020
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Been a while since I did a concrete poem.
The formatting should be fine on the computer and tablet, it may look a little weird on the phone. To be honest, I've been feeling more tired and lethargic than ever, but yet the fire burns hot when I think of writing...and how much of a blessing it is to me.
Many times where I feel I should stop, I always end up with a pen back in hand.
Though I feel as if I am not worthy of this gift due to my regrets and poor choices of the past, the voices of the stories still linger in me.
And I despite all my flaws and imperfections, I do wish to bring them to life, as they so rightfully deserve.

I'm still working on extending the Women of Myth list, so it'll be postponed for a little longer but I will be sure to let you all know when it's back. I just have a lot of reading to do, haha.
Be back soon.
Stay safe and well, everyone.
Much love and air hugs,
Lyn ***
Lotus May Jul 2020
I
saw
a weep-
ing willow
with dried tears—
perhaps it learned to
hold hands with its fears.
I wonder if its roots are still
tangled in self-pity, if it realizes
what a waste it is to not notice its
own beauty. I know its branches
of hope will forever climb up the
sky, for it is a strong warrior
whose spirit will never,
ever die.
Elena Mar 2019
A
wild
thin
flame
burns


In shaky hands she walks on
Shadows flickering on the walls
Dark figures
stretch down
tunnel halls
Monsters
come alive
in the depths of
estranged minds
And deep down
   in her very soul
There is a wild fire, burning strong
Engulfing the curtains of darkness
Where her fears hide behind.
Divyanshi Dash Apr 2020
Tonight I feel like a book, uncertain of words in it, sometimes they are slow & sometimes crawling,
in the readers minds, initiating conversations &
bedazzled on my tongue are some fallen tears, unspoken words, leftover kisses from my lover &
colliding bodies in my head are made of clay,
the memories of touching and being touched unfold in my dreams, they're me turning pages in a book
and i’m not joking when i say i feel like a book,
because i do and the words seep right through me
like my soul doesn't really exist, it is rather an uneven montage of feelings & words, like a book
ryn Apr 2020
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ances p-
resent
themselves at times most inopportune
• long-kept secrets  made known from
fists clenched loose..•the gavel in turn
fell a little too quick, too so-
on•the last piece to the puz-
zle granted as if it was boon•completi-
ng the picture... only to reveal a weary,
long s-
tanding
ruse•

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Sito Fossy Biosa Sep 2019
SEMESTA, DALAM, JIKA MERUJUK, MAKA BERTANAH, HASIL, JIKA BUTUH INTI, KEPADA HANGTUAH, BILA, MERATAP, HIM. RAYAKAN VISUAREKAN #1 * FORM, SHAPE, ADALAH BENTUK⊙
oklasasadu is a diction that was deliberately created by Sito Fossy Biosa to express his frustration with God, disappointment, against God, and the concept of Godhead. ⊙a concrete poetry project⊙
Sito Fossy Biosa Jul 2019
HIM
       HIM
              HIKA
                       AHIKA
                                   HIMKA
                          ■MELODI SA
KA KA KA NUNU REMA, WANITA
ADA KAMU, tuhan/KETAKUTAN■

HIM        HIM               HIKA                        AHIKA                                    HIMKA                           ■ MELODI SA NUNU REMA, WOMEN THERE ARE YOU, God / FEAR
oklasasadu is a diction that was deliberately created by Sito Fossy Biosa to express his frustration with God, disappointment, against God, and the concept of Godhead. ⊙a concrete poetry project⊙
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