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BEK Apr 2022
deep in a stargazing trance
i stumble through the night
in the darkest hour
a star-crossed lover's stupor
bewitched by constellation filled eyes

tangled in star studded netting
and silently screaming
- i am not a frightful nightmare
- nor a heavenly dream
- merely flesh, bones, lungs, heart...

the closing of night
still woven in intricate webbing
the rising sun's warmth
'tis but the scorch of fate's kiss
i shall smoulder and disappear

with perspiring flesh
shivering bones
panting lungs
pounding heart...
jolted awake

'twas but a dream?
Nexus Apr 2022
It's so sad to me.
Glorious and victorious.
This sad fantasy.
I can't relate to these souls.
Maybe I should go live with the wolves.

It's nature you see
The reason I breath.
The sun through the clouds.
The wind through the leaves.

It's nature you see.
We all start from a seed.
That's the way that it is.
The way it must be.

Green is the forest.
Blue is the sea.
Red is the hatred for that which is me.
Grey is our two world wars and
Black is number three.
Something about nature.
GaryFairy Mar 2022
If you have pain anywhere in your body, tell yourself it will go away, because it will. Thinking about the pain in any way prolongs it. Using ice packs or heat is no match to what your own effectors can do. They heal, and ice or heat just comforts for a short time, while keeping your mind on pain. Don't think twice about this. Know that you are just as powerful as any animal. They don't have ice or heat, or doctors, and they heal fast. We were blessed with a consciousness that can heal us faster than any living animal.
I know this is not poetry,but this is a good place to share this
Sophie Mar 2022
midnight black arabian prince,
his neck, impressed by the wired
fence
holding him back forever
from the woman of his dreams.
        dark horse
they came for him in the evening
soft, dimming sunlight grazed his eyes
an endurance horse, for one hundred miles
they wanted him but
        he was lazy
his inclination was to stand still
to stroll slowly about a green pasture
forevermore
forevermore, his dream,
spent on his own name.

he fell in love with the mare
on the other side
of the wired fence
she teased him, an older woman,
awakened his rebel soul,
inspired to break out
of this arbitrary cage
his courage and his passion
only roused by love by desire
something a human would not understand
could not understand
not in the same way

he felt alone he felt trapped inside himself
so he tore down the fence,
cut his legs on the wires
just to be close to
       her
to brush his nose against her
sharpened spine, inhale the scent of
dust mixed with love mixed with
pheromones,
for only a moment
that could extend into
       forever
encapsulated in his memory
a snapshot: one piece
of chaotic bliss
amidst all that running
the flying floating cloud of dust
still chases him.

though he no longer runs in fear
no longer gallops away,
lazily trots, hooves dragging sand,
happy under his bold, italian rider
she doesn’t come around
often enough.
today he is young but
soon he will be aged by experience,
wherever they send him,
he has no real home,
only belongs to the night sky,
only matches the color of darkness,
i hope he remembers the way i tickled his lips and
fed him handfuls of dead grass.
he could be gone tomorrow because
animals do not choose their homes anymore.
Yousra Amatullah Mar 2022
When thunder is replaced with the screaming of an unborn child
And clouds choose to rain tears instead

When this dunya becomes a graveyard
And the seven seas give birth to one ocean of death

When the empty stomach of a black coloured men makes for a white supremacist's money bag

And when your lungs are used to carry the ashes of my faithful men

Then don't read to us from tales that greyed out your chest
Read of the walls that collected broken limbs
Read, from heart to chest
Read red to us
I stand for all forms of peace
and against all forms of war.
Can we love each other
as we are human?
Indonesia, 15th March 2022
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
Mark Wanless Mar 2022
the dog ate the bone
the human ate the fat dog
and i feel so good
stillhuman Feb 2022
Spiders are crawling
on every flower
and they have feet
caked in gun powder
They invade the blooms
of roses in the winter
The world is shadowed in doom
and my fingers bleed with splinters
from the homes of freedom
crashing down to rot
but this is the hope of a people
that grow like moss
on fallen trees
they stand like those flowers
and march like bees
They are the bloom of freedom
in the dark ages of evil
These are my thoughts on the Ukrainian situation. I stand with you and applaud your strenght and resilience. Let's not forget the reason diplomacy and democracy exist.
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