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Olivia Jan 2018
There’s always a world within you,
A whole new different hue,
Don’t fret about the time you have,
Just enjoy the days of being alive,
You will blossom and flourish!
Your past is like a seed that will undoubtedly make you grow and flourish,
Dream about poetry and art,
But don’t let those dreams get away,
Make art and poetry your ultimate bae!
C'est la vie is what they say!
It’s life and it’s your life,
Make it what you want and make it sway!
CC Nov 2017
The water in the glass is clear as a pool
It cools my throat in relief
I have been dying of thirst
Without even knowing
What it is like to drink water
Playing in puddles of mud and moss
I never thought to search for higher ground
Keeping like a child
Stuck on the earth's surface
Feet planted on the sticky stuck
When the discovery of the body of water
Led me to clean out my bucket of shells
In this cave from which water is falling from Wilderness'
Fresh water springs from his mouth
Nothing tastes cleaner than that
Cynthia Jean Apr 2016
trusting
in the midst of trials
causes
peace to flourish
and the weeds
to
die
away
.
.
.
.

cj 2016
Mollie Grant Apr 2016
Romantically speaking,
I am not very romantic at all.

My spine curves and
sprouts forth a
humerus that holds
to a radius and an ulna
with metacarpal bones
dangling
downward
reaching for something to
anchor themselves to.

I am not very romantic at all,
it's just that my bones have flourished
curling around you.
Creatively enticing,
   profoundly sensual
  boundlessly experienced,
cryptically presumptive
inordinately exclusive
 
 effusively lavished,
anesthetized or blatant
allusive beyond ethereal,
metaphorically inferred
criminal insanity

disquiet midst agitation,
peaceably surrendered
illustriously polished
or indubitably raw
    fruitful to a fault - -
in reciprocity's glory be

   quenches thirst,
     satiates a hunger
flourished midst ink's
designed grandeur,
poetry never fails to thrive,
   tripping the light fantastic  
    in its exuberant offering*

Seize the power
Randi G Dec 2014
I’ve been underground for much too long

Repressed, but I’ve not regressed.

I do my best to grow, I bud.

Though the sunlight fails to meet my skin

I’ll make it through the day again.

I work and grow, though i’m alone.

I improve and improve at improving my self

I am unearthed.

*(r.e.)
Someone asked me to write a poem about a potato and this is what came out of it
Poetic T Aug 2014
I wept and tears fell on The mountains below,
I cried for what seemed an infinity
What once was barren rock
Over time with each tear that fell,
Life,
Birth,
Growth,
What was with out, now flowed
Tears became
Streams,
Rivers,
Lakes,
Oceans,
That was once with out, flourished
From waters first life,
In the oceans, upon land
It grew,
Walked,
Flew high,
Tears fell upon the land
Nourished life, watched evolve,
What was tears of sadness
Now tears of joy,
For tears had brought forth life
on this planet, we know call earth
Gladys P Apr 2014
The*  suns  ember  rays
Flourished  on  the  silky­  sands
Embraced  by  a  *kiss

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