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Zelda Nov 2024
You got this way about you
I can't figure out
All that I said remains true:
I want to see where life takes you


Your gentle hands, unspoken brush strokes—
Why mask your portrait in shades of gray?
Give yourself the same grace


Why is your worth a foreign concept?
You're the epitome of the green and gold


What can I do?
Certainly can't argue—
Just accept a—


simple truth:
you're the
green and gold inside the gray
kokoro Oct 2024
youre adorned in gold

i'm adorned in silver

your pride is my past

youre solid gold and i'm gold plated,

my silver covered in your gold.
Do not let your adornment be merely outward—arranging the hair, wearing gold, or putting on fine apparel—rather let it be the hidden person of the heart"
QueenOfTheAshes Sep 2024
Channel the grace
Feel the pace
I stood in their place
I thought I recognized the space.

Shiny isn't always gold
Or so I've been told
And death truly is bold
Grabbed my soul and turned it cold.

Got sold sins painted as dreams
Had to have it by any means
I let him have my soul
Only one of us is getting old.

My voice as a weapon
Loaded guns with demons I couldn't let on
And I'll show you hell and fire
It's now, not just a desire.
Ylzm Sep 2024
In the death of death, created,
In mutual annihilation
Of stars, collapsed and collided:
Gold; buried but not corrupted,
In the earth but not of earth,
Unstained and incorruptible;
A mere symbol, void of value
But idolatry's very roots;
As in reverence for just a name
Without knowledge of what's a name
Or a person's but an image,
For spirit's imperceptible
And unknowable in the flesh.
Mark Wanless May 2024
fine gold horizons
to destinations unknown
all is just as is
Keara Marie May 2024
The finest souls are those who’ve gulped pain and avoided making others taste it.
I S A A C Apr 2024
just when i thought
that should’ve been the end
when i get my hands on it
that’s when it begins
i need it and mould it
wrapped around my fingers like gold
your body my own
your voice is silent
the room is dim but your bright mind matches mine
we intertwined over common ties
there is something i will never know
i can always feel the thorn
i feel in puzzles and i speak in tones
you understand my wit but miss my hold
i understand your grit but miss your gold
just when we could’ve thought
that was the end
el Mar 2024
I have a string of gold
It’s wrapped around me
Like a gentle whispers
Gliding upwards softly
Gold is malleable
i never finish my poems
Little Leprechaun I don't want your gold in your little black *** and don't want your wishes with your sketchy after thoughts. I would just like your heartfelt friendship and a little luck.
Michel Robert Triska copyright 2024
lib Feb 2024
beneath the pale stars
your strong arms holding me tight
the clock strikes midnight
carriage returns to pumpkin
dress of silk and gold to rags
another tanka poem
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