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Jennifer DeLong Mar 2021
Wild and Wispy
or so they say
Willful and Wise
that may be true
Witchy and Wonderful
Could it be
Or so it seems
They may be
Seeing me
from looking in
Or looking through
It could all be true
ยฉ Jennifer L DeLong 3/4/2021
Maria Etre Feb 2021
When I met you
over
&
over
the pronoun transformed to
"mine"
Luna D Olivera Feb 2021
I feel breathless at any speck of thought โ€”an ideaโ€” crossing my mind. I am restlessly wishing for something, prying for crumbs, and my mind is slowly sinking. Breathing words for oxygen, concepts for nutrients. I am a starving girl in a desert of words.
โ€”famished for nothing, anything, everything
Eternity Dec 2020
When the sentences resigned,
the words retired
and the ink dried
Am back !
I miised writing and to be with you all dear poets again !
๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ฎ ๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜„ ๐˜๐—ผ
๐—ฏ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ป
๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ ๐—บ๐˜† ๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ฒ
๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ
๐—ฑ
ย ย ย ย ย ย ๐—ฟ
๐—ผ
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ๐˜„
๐—ป
๐—บ๐—ฒ.
๐˜ˆ ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ: ๐˜๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜บ.
Hussein Dekmak Dec 2020
Astonish the world with humanity.
Amaze it with acts of kindness.
Stun it with creativity.
Shake it with exceptional ideas.
Bewilder it with compassion.
Astound it with forgiveness.
Reveal to it the best of being.
Surprise it with a soft heart.
Impress it with generosity.
Light it up with optimism.
Guard it against abuse and injustices.

Hussein Dekmak
Edited 2
not sure if you want me
or want just *** with me.

or perhaps it's the idea of me
and the idea of *** with me.

the false narrative walls
have me cooped up inside myself
which is where you want to be.

but, is that where I want you to be?
answer me.
Juno Oct 2020
the scratch of a pen as it glides across the paper,
ink pooling in the words.
a stain on fingers here and there,
rustling pages full of thoughts.
sunlight filters in through curtains,
settling on the pages like snow on the ground.
ink bleeds through to the blank side of the paper but the pen keeps writing, regardless.
kind of ironic to write this on a screen.
Anais Vionet Oct 2020
On cool, starry, fall, indigo-blue night walks, itโ€™s so beautiful that itโ€™s hard to believe weโ€™re mid-catastrophe.

That sunrise will dawn on countrymen whose heavy burdens our national leaders wonโ€™t even publicly discuss much less address.

File hope under other names - we need changes and new leadership - hey, you adults - can we please just try a government of concerned professionals?
From what I've read, if the adults don't scientifically address this virus (like adults) it will just keep circling throughout the population and we'll NEVER get back on track.
Nikita Oct 2020
Pull me
Push me
Force me
And trap me

Build me
Create me
Destroy me
Lie to me

Wrap me
Seal me
Deliver me
And ship me

No matter how much
You try

No matter how much
It hurts

I will escape
Categories, labels and boxes. Donโ€™t stifle who I am. I am not a women to be silenced.
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