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Pepper Dove Dec 2022
I catch a break
from the clattering chatter
of complaints
To melt into this cozy chair
and rediscover my own thoughts,
who I have lost
somewhere in the noise

I catch my breath
and slowing its pace, I embrace
the silence
This temporary peace I seldom
catch hold of these days

And just as I finally start to see

It's taken

Shattered and scattered
like a cars side mirror
by the haphazardly cluelessness
of another

My reflection

My inner self


Once more
ShininGale Apr 2022
๐˜๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ:
๐˜ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ'๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜บ, ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฉ๐˜บ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ง๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ง.

๐˜ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ'๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฆ๐˜น๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ง.
A short notice. Sooner or later.
Delicacy8100 Sep 2021
I read and read on every word spills filling me.
Every thought catching every emotion leaving me stunned my mind wonders imagining your lips reading the pages of your emotions
I feel I see taking you on
reading connection accepting your beautiful thoughts
I take you for you thank you for sharing
poetry writing
Faith Tagle Jul 2021
Under the glistering sun,
she plunges into the deep
finding her soul once again.
She holds her breath
and continues to descend.
Only minding her thoughts.
Only wanting to be free.
She glides and she flies,
as if dancing and being one
Until it's time to go up
leaving all her secrets and
fantasies beneath.
Mark Toney May 2021
Drawn to the edge of the water
in concert with the moon
tides ebbing, flowing,
tasting, smelling,
feeling, hearing,
waves of the sea
crashing, salty, wet,
transporting meโ€”
Inner peace

Inner peace
transporting meโ€”
crashing, salty, wet,
waves of the sea
feeling, hearing,
tasting, smelling,
tides ebbing, flowing
in concert with the moon
Drawn to the edge of the water

Mark Toney ยฉ 2021
Poetry form: Reverse Poem - Mark Toney ยฉ 2021
Walking  through a field of flowers
Where time stands still.
Where there is no yesterday nor tomorrow
A silent promise to fulfill.
Where there is no pain nor sorrow.
A soothing feel is all you
The hope to meet  you  here and always
Where peace begins and love   prevails.

Shell โœจ๐Ÿš
Garden of love, a field were time stand stills.
Feeling innerpeace in the presence of love!
Seasons of the weather
Seasons every year
Like the wind blows
in four directions
Different seasons will appear

Seasons of the heart  however
Are seasons of the mind
They come without a warning no direction of any kind

They come and go whenever
Leaving you behind
Behind with different feelings
Such are seasons of the mind

Always listen to your calling
Giving meaning to it all
Then peacefulness will follow
Giving Innerpeace of mind

most  precious season
of them all.

Shell โœจ๐Ÿš
your DNA is wild
so please,
take care
of your inner child

you may pass some challenging phases
although people donโ€™t want you
to grow in certain places

so grow through concrete
in the middle of the street
grow in a litter bin
grow from dirt
grow in different directions
grow with imperfections

because your roots are strong
and you aim up high
until you reach the sky

so grow in every angle you want to
because thereโ€™s a wildflower in you.

- gio
sometimes itโ€™s not the world that is loud,
thereโ€™s no rain, no grey cloud,

sometimes itโ€™s a storm inside of me,
where the wind is strong,
like a very cold breeze.

sometimes itโ€™s the rain in my soul,
pouring emotions, telling me to let go,

sometimes itโ€™s not the
outside world,
that is loud,
itโ€™s my inner peace
that whirls around and
has been gathering war clouds

because sometimes
thereโ€™s too much stress,
to many thoughts, an excess

itโ€™s not lifeโ€™s best part
but sometimes
thereโ€™s a storm in my heart.

there are lightningโ€™s, even thunder,
and I feel like Iโ€™m going under

but I better calm down,
thereโ€™s no need for me to drown.

I pick myself up, piece by piece
itโ€™s not a fight without cease

thereโ€™s no need for preoccupation,
as long as I am, my own salvation.

- gio
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