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Tangerine May 2020
𝒩𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 π’½π’Άπ“ˆ 𝒻𝒢𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓃,
π“‰π’½π“Šπ“ƒπ’Ήπ‘’π“‡ 𝒢𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔,
π“‡π“Šπ“‚π’·π“π’Ύπ“ƒπ‘” 𝒢𝓃𝒹 π’»π“π’Άπ“ˆπ’½π’Ύπ“ƒπ‘” 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 π“ˆπ“€π“Ž.
𝑅𝒢𝒾𝓃 π’Ύπ“ˆ 𝒻𝒢𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒢𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 π“Œπ’Ύπ“ƒπ’Ή π’Ύπ“ˆ π“ˆπ“‰π’Άπ“‡π“‰π’Ύπ“ƒπ‘” π“‰π‘œ π“Œπ’Άπ’Ύπ“.
π’œ π“π‘œπ“ƒπ‘’ 𝓉𝓇𝒢𝓋𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓇 𝒸𝒢𝓃 𝒷𝑒 π“ˆπ‘’π‘’π“ƒ π“Œπ’Άπ“π“€π’Ύπ“ƒπ‘”,
π“Œπ’Άπ“π“€π’Ύπ“ƒπ‘”, π‘’π“ƒπ’Ήπ“Šπ“‡π’Ύπ“ƒπ‘” 𝓉𝒽𝑒 π’Ήπ“‡π‘’π’Άπ“‡π“Ž π“Œπ‘’π’Άπ“‰π’½π‘’π“‡ 𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 π“ˆπ’½π‘’ π“‡π‘’π’Άπ’Έπ’½π‘’π“ˆ 𝒽𝑒𝓇 π’Ήπ‘’π“ˆπ“‰π’Ύπ“ƒπ’Άπ“‰π’Ύπ‘œπ“ƒ.
-π’―π‘œπ‘œπ“€π“π’Άπ“ƒπ’Ή (πŸ§π‘€π’Ύπ“π‘’π“ˆ)

𝐹𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝒾𝓇,
𝐻𝑒𝒢𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 π“Œπ’Άπ’Ύπ“π’Ύπ“ƒπ‘” π’Έπ“‡π’Ύπ‘’π“ˆ π‘œπ’» π’·π’Άπ“ƒπ“ˆπ’½π‘’π‘’π“ˆ π“…π’Άπ“ˆπ“ˆπ’Ύπ“ƒπ‘” π’·π“Ž,
π’―π‘’π“‡π“‡π‘œπ“‡ π“ˆπ“‰π“‡π’Ύπ“€π‘’π“ˆ 𝒽𝑒𝓇, π“Œπ’Ύπ“π“ π“ˆπ’½π‘’ 𝒻𝒢𝒾𝓃𝓉 π‘œπ“‡ π“Œπ’Ύπ“π“ π“ˆπ’½π‘’ π’Έπ“‡π“Ž?
π’ͺ𝓇 π“…π‘’π“‡π’½π’Άπ“…π“ˆ, 𝒢 π“ˆπ“…π’Άπ“‡π“€ π‘œπ’» π’Έπ‘œπ“Šπ“‡π’Άπ‘”π‘’ π“ˆπ’½π‘’ π“Œπ’Ύπ“π“ 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹.
π’―π‘œ π“ˆπ“‰π’Άπ“ƒπ’Ή π“ˆπ“‰π“‡π‘œπ“ƒπ‘” 𝒢𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒢𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓃 π’»π“‡π‘œπ“ƒπ“‰ π‘œπ’» 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓁𝒢𝒸𝓀 𝓇𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓇'π“ˆ π“ˆπ‘œπ“Šπ“π“π‘’π“ˆπ“ˆ π‘’π“Žπ‘’.
-πΈπ“ƒπ’Έπ‘œπ“Šπ“ƒπ“‰π‘’π“‡ π“Œπ’Ύπ“‰π’½ 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐡𝓁𝒢𝒸𝓀 𝑅𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓇 (πŸ₯𝟀 π‘€π’Ύπ“π‘’π“ˆ)

πΈπ“π“‹π‘’π“ˆ,
𝐿𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒢𝓃𝒹 π’Άπ’Ύπ“‡π“Ž,
𝐡𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒢𝓃𝒹 π’Έπ’½π‘’π‘’π“‡π“Ž,
𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 π’·π‘’π“π“π“ˆ 𝒢𝓃𝒹 π“ˆπ“Šπ‘”π’Άπ“‡ π“…π“π“Šπ“‚ π’»π’Άπ’Ύπ“‡π“Ž.
πΌπ“ˆ π“Œπ’½π’Άπ“‰ 𝐼 π“‰π’½π‘œπ“Šπ‘”π’½π“‰ π“‰π’½π‘’π“Ž π“Œπ‘œπ“Šπ“π’Ή 𝒷𝑒,
π’©π‘œπ“‰ π“ƒπ’Άπ“‡π’Έπ’Ύπ“ˆπ“ˆπ’Ύπ“ˆπ“‰π’Ύπ’Έ 𝒢𝓃𝒹 π“ˆπ“ƒπ‘œπ“‰π“‰π“Ž,
𝒢𝓃𝒹 π“†π“Šπ’Ύπ“‰π‘’ 𝓉𝓇𝒾𝑔𝑔𝑒𝓇-π’½π’Άπ“…π“…π“Ž.
(π“Žπ‘’π“π“…π“ˆ)
-𝑀𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 πΈπ“π“‹π‘’π“ˆ (𝟦𝟣 π“‚π’Ύπ“π‘’π“ˆ)
I found these poems while I'm going through my posts in Nerd Fitness. This was when I started completing steps on the app, Walk to Mordor and I wrote poems when the mood strikes me after reaching a destination.
Jo Apr 2020
the wind is hitting my face
my heart is beating so fast out of my chest
i’m trying to catch my breath
i have sweat running down my spine all the way down to my legs

the waves are splashing me
more water on my damp body
can’t tell what is sweat and what is salt water

but i’m running and i’m running
by the beach
listening to my favorite music
going along with the beat

tell me,
what else am i supposed to feel except for freeness?
nif Apr 2020
******
sensations I feel
soft words
slide into my

slit my throat
soak a toe
silky
smooth
some words do
slip into
sweaty palms
scrunch tightly by the tip of your
second finger one time

surrender to this lack of
silence
seeking
solidity
so deadly my words
sedate a
slave for you  

sold for gold  
saved and brought home
safe and
secure by the  
side of a
strong
sweaty

still night
strip right
shoes
socks
shirt

shut the door
shh, "I like it open"
sneak me
slow

*** between
someone i love is
something innocent
scribbles unlike any
scripted in my; as I breathe
see you in me in, these words you read

so true
send nudes
thiS  waS
s'fun :)
laying in a bed of wild flowers in a clearing in a wood
calms me
a gentle breeze brings the scent of the flowers
cleansing me
the silent sound of the wood
awakens me
and a flap of a bird, the cry of an animal
heightens me
sunlight breaks through the leaves  to
enlighten me
and peace washes
over me
THEN the music from my phone
disturbs me
Turn your phone off when walking in the woods.
Andrei Marin Apr 2020
Conquer now, little by little,
work hard and harder, just don't become frail,
hard work devoid of true rest, will surely derail your journey,
you aren't the first or the last, to go through hardships,
remember the history,
many before you have come and gone,
so what makes you think,
that you are the special?

It doesn't matter,
do your very best,
so you'll be able to end,
without regret in your heart,
that you didn't try, or were afraid to act,
we are all meant to die, and that's a proven thing,
no, you might not get rich, or have stadiums packed,
but your hearth will be right, you were brave in the battle.
So this is an exercise in poetry: I have intentionally ruined this poem of mine by replacing the key rhyming words with non rhyming synonyms.
Try to find the replaced words in order to make the poem rhyme again.
Have fun : ))
Dave Robertson Apr 2020
Air with sinuous folds
flows fluid around me
thick with spring ebullience

each footstep more like
arm stroke
swimming languid
in spring itself

the expected hiss-splash
replaced by irrepressible birdsong
and a thrum of insect wings
Tom Mar 2020
run
five-thousand strides through the greyish plain
thoughts pass through
as the green of the spring, brings a nascent smile
i keep my rhythm and ignore the pain
as i grow more weary
i leave it all behind
with each passing breath
and the path shows clearly
Lily Audra Feb 2020
When I cycle without holding the handlebars on my bike,
I wonder if I look arrogant,
Like a bit of a *****,
But
In winter I don't care
because as I let go
and straighten my back and lift my arms and open my mouth and breathe in the sea
I feel like a butterfly or a comorant or a bumble bee lifting and gliding and riding winter up and up and up,
I feel like a tiny yellow light has been lit like a candle at the base of my spine and the soft warmth from it is thawing my body from my ribs to fingers.

Winter wants to hurt me,
At least it feels that way,
Put a bag over my head and expect me to smile,
My scarf is making my neck sweaty and itchy and I'm sick of it,
The ice is creeping deep and deeper into my head,
Whispering words I thought I'd buried.

In books set against snowy backdrops with whisky in pubs and cable knit jumpers and hands to mouths,
Winter is warm and bubbling with atmosphere,
And though I've seen glimpses and sipped on spicy *** and given myself red wine teeth and sore fingers from sitting outside and laughed until my belly ached,
Today it just feels cold
Colder than cold,
Cold and hollow,

Unless I'm riding my bike with no handlebars and looking at the sea.
Daniel Magner Jan 2020
Apartment smokey
as oiled chicken bakes,
pepper flakes crunch, pop
from excess drops,
muscles hot from crushing rocks.
A time tested method for calm head,
shed weight, elevate concentrated focus,
no external locus.
Hippie-dippy, hocus pocus,
tokeless moments notice
change and composure,
closer to found by stealing
body from ground, resurrecting
ancient things, lost memories,
how to place my foot,
shift weight, drop knee,
reach

for the next stone.
Daniel Magner 2020
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