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heidi Aug 23
Saturday is blue

heavy clouds blanket the sky

biting rain pours down
Amy Childers Aug 20
Let me write of you,
My gentle verses, while bleeding-
Raw, voiceless goodbyes.
Namika Umata Aug 19
Sunrise reflection
Poised on vacant waterway
Hawk soars overhead
Busy Bee Aug 19
The river still flows—
I always want to know more
After and before.
Life goes on before us and after us, letting us wander who we are
heidi Aug 19
silver spider silk

sticky threads glide on the wind

the spider's season
near the end of every summer, baby spiders can be seen flying through the air on their silken strings
heidi Aug 19
Ruffle of feathers,
I hear a 'coo' above.
The voice of the sky.
8.18.2025
Amy Childers Aug 18
Something in me rots,
My hate has become nature,
I'm losing myself.
Amy Childers Aug 17
Love is taxation,
I learned from your silence:
An empty heart lives.
Jon Sawyer Mar 2014
A whirlwind of pain
between a rock and a spear
all to be dinner
13 March 2014 - a haiku
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