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Graeme Feb 15
What’s with the incessant cacophony? Commotion? Noise?
Why stimulate oneself with content, clip after clip?
Why play music in silence that needn’t be filled,
speaking when no words need be spoken?
It’s rather silly, isn’t it? It’s not your fault.
Since there’s no need for any of that…
let’s take a moment to pause.
Yes, just like that.
Slow down,
breathe.
Now…
rest.
Written on 2025-02-14.

I thought of the beginning and end of this one evening, seemingly randomly. I typed it out as quickly as I could, realizing the idea I’d gotten was a poem that “quieted down” as it got to the end, both visually, linguistically, and topically, right down to the ellipsis making the penultimate line just a bit wider than the one below.
Malia Feb 12
I think it is a good day
I feel okay, and that’s all
I feel, no sense of greatness
Nor self-hatred, no free-fall.

I look into the mirror
No fear, just looking as I
Realize that I have acne
But it’s me and I feel fine.

Right now, I am just okay
But one day, I will appear
From silk and I will be her
From those words, so far but near.
tried an awdl gywydd today.
Emery Feine Feb 10
You
January 30, 2025

I will write today. I will write about something totally abstract, but the knots will untangle and form a photo of you. I will try to ignore you, I will try to not write about you, but today, I will fail.

September 28, 2033

I will have forgotten about you for many years, and on this day, when I go to write a grocery list, your name will flow out of my pen. I feel like a fire when I think of you.

June 22, 2056

I will remember you today, and I will be okay with it. I will think about you with a smile on my face, and I will be content.

June 16, 2091

Today is the day I will die, and when seven seconds of my happiest moments are flashing through my mind, I will not see you once, and I will perish with a smile.
Ego quid verus amor sit cognovi, et nunc vidi te nihil dedisse.
Maximus Tamo Feb 9
Tucked under watch of a recent town,
Nourishing raindrops trickle down,
Steady on, a boy works the land,
For none here would eat, 'cept by his hand,
Through the night and on to the morn,
He works alone as a new day is born,
Digging, raking, and sowing,
Soon labor's fruits are growing,
Dread spring flood or autumn gale,
He tends the earth in heat or hail,
To find to reap, the sweetest feat,
To give others, his crop to eat.
Be a farmer of kindness...
Caio Gomes Jan 13
Joy, it caught me content,
Hopping, smiling.
Overflowing emotion,
Moved,
Restless,
Thoughtful,
Full,
Happy,
Truly, if only for a moment.
I wish it could last,
And perpetuate itself
Consistently,
Continuously.
But, content with the present,
I hold, marked consistently,
A memory present in the future,
A certain present.
Expressing with this simple poem the joy of a happy moment that you know will be marked in memory by its intensity and brevity.
Robert Oliva Jan 11
OK so these two  hookers who work the docks get together after work to discuss their day. The boat came in and the one told the other the most beautiful Sailor ever got off the boat . She asked him if he wanted some company and he said "baby it's all I've been thinking about for six months."
He asks how much for a date and she says for $100 you get this you get that and I will bring you to the heights of ecstasy you can't even imagine . He said I don't have a hundred dollars .
So she turns around after trying to walk away and says OK buddy it's been a slow day so  for $50 I could give you some oral and bring you to the same heights of ecstasy ? He said , **** for six months that was the first thought on my mind but baby I ain't even got 50 . But it's been a slow day she tells her friend and I'm not even nice and offer a 25 ******* if he's quick. He said I got 25 dollars. Her friend asks what did u do? "Well I pull down his pants and he's bigger than anybody I ever seen."
Friend asks , well, what did u do?"
She says " I lent him 75 Bucks"!!! 

Xoxo. 

Risqué Levity
Lizzie Bevis Dec 2024
Joy
She is easily found in the little things,  
In dewdrops glistening in the first ray of light,  
As sparrows sing their happy melodies,  
In the chorus of the morning's gentle recite.

She lives within each day awakening,  
In rainfall's soft, percussive song,  
And in countless fleeting moments
That proved remarkable all along.

She lingers in winter's misty breath,  
Rising softly through the morning chill,  
And in autumn's amber warmth,  
As leaves whirl and dance at the wind’s will.

You’ll find her in the sunset,  
In a bittersweet encore that soars,  
And in content hearts that quietly know  
She will visit them once more.

I've learned to never cage her spirit,
Nor beg with her to remain,  
But to welcome her like the sunrise  
When joy chooses to brighten my day.

©️Lizzie Bevis
I was inspired to write this poem this morning as I stood outside in the chilly English air and I quietly listened to the bird song for a few moments. I exhaled, I smiled and found myself content with everything around me.
It is remarkable what little things can bring us joy.
I hope that this poem brings you a little bit of joy too. 🙂
neth jones Dec 2024
i will build a yurt            it will satisfy my soul
i will make a short film
i will learn polite society's manner
these things   will satisfy my soul
i will become genuine and plant a bright garden
   and satisfy my soul
i will employ better personal hygiene
   become sexually activated
        and roam the streets aggravated
will i satisfy my soul there ?
raise a flag, have a care ?
i could eat a meal slowly  you know  as an experience
     using mouthfeel skills and detecting it's notes
don’t pay the bill  start a riot  and register to vote
i will - i won't ; do the things
    and rattle my pelt til i am soul sated
Luca Scarrott Oct 2024
To exist in the present moment
is to exist in contentment
to command no extremities of emotion
and take deep breaths calmly.

I felt content today.
Like I’ve walked along a bay
with fresh salty sea air and
the wind gently pattering my face.

I felt like I’ve stepped along a shore
leaving no trace
in the sand.

Like I’ve welcomed
the embrace of the wild wind.

And, like a child,
laughing and smiling
and tumbling in the crumbling sand
without a care in the world.

Except the present moment.
I get so caught up in the heavy whirlwind of everyday life most of the time but sometimes there's a fleeting moment when I see myself in almost third person - most often when I'm witnessing something beautiful and I don't want the moment to end or when I'm in a particularly difficult place and there's a break: a rustle in the leaves or the song of a bird and I breath in these moments of quiet peace. That fleeting presentness is what this poem is about!
Mrs Timetable Oct 2024
I was in love
With a moment in time
And it broke my heart
Over and over
It left,
Returned,
Left again
Why do you torment me?
It was about to answer
Then
It was gone
Companion piece to "Drove"
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