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Lane O Aug 2020
Lazy clouds drift by
White billows in azure sea
Pregnant with raindrops
Jennifer Jul 2020
i dream of a sunday
morning when all is
quiet
and the duvet
smells of
spring air
you’re breathing softly
near my ear
and i can smell
the sweetness of your
sweat and your hair
i can see the
steam
rising from
our teacups
you groan and
twitch softly as you
dream
we swayed slowly
in the kitchen last night
and you whispered
i love you
in my ear as we
slept
i’ll never forget
  i’ll never forget
i’ll never forget
i love you too
Just Grace Jul 2020
I’ll let you be my prism
I’ll be your muse
Don’t you ever forget
I’ll always love you

I don’t know why they say
“Be careful, they are just words”
What if
Words are all I want from you
Master of mined legends
In this time and place we can no longer be close
I am happy in the company
Of such beautiful words

Vibrantly hazy
lazy
soothingly distructive
source
The inner one
Leaving traces are the best ways
to find your way home
"Later"
     can be later

-Pastorlee
Can just be too late
Stop saying
     "Tomorrow"

No one knows
the last tomorrow,

Just do it!

-Pastorlee
What is procrastinated is never done until procrastination  is overcome.
ms reluctance Apr 2020
Have to forage for words that I can weave
into cogent verses that sound sublime.
Try to hatch a suitable scheme to rhyme,
strain my murky ideas through a sieve,
count syllables – my secret pauper’s peeve.
Must stop watching this TV show and climb
out of bed. Holy smokes! Look at the time!
I need to start writing now, I believe.
NaPoWriMo Day 25
Poetry form: Enclosed Rhyme
MSunspoken Apr 2020
I lay here alone
as my work stockpiles up-
imagine it done
Yes, another Haiku. sorry? no.
This was just a quick one I wanted to write about my friend, but it's too true.
Shimbo Pastory Apr 2020
Travelers knew the destination,
Porters knew the way,
Explorers knew the pain,
And here we are, jolly l-a-y-m-e-n
We know the story!
Often we don't just know what it takes to reach there, we only know the stories.
They’re like little shreds of confetti falling before the congrats and then it never comes
It’s like me kissing on you steadily down to your pant line and coming back up
It’s like you sending me pictures of your own personal art but I can never touch
Teasers are measly just like this poem you enjoyed it but didn’t get much.
This is a poem for the new generation.. the sum of it all... the poem could’ve been more broad but it’s just a teaser.
DeVaughn Station Mar 2020
I wear too many long sleeves,
and my eyes are just red from allergies.
I’m always somewhat full even though
the weight keeps dropping and my
stomach protests. I was going to stay in
anyways and that beer was just for the chili.
The weird smell in the air is just from the neighbors.
It’s just water in my bottle and that rattle
was just from some bath salts. I use those lighters
just for work, yes, I was just on the phone with my boss.
The music is loud just for the ambiance.
My face is just puffy in the mornings
and I was up late last night just playing some games.
Those fans are just because it’s hot up here
and that bag has just pens in it.
January 11, 2019: I want to keep this one simple. Sloth is so easy and simple.
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