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When a POET DIES,
There WORDS LIVE ON,
They KEEP US ENCOURAGED,
MOTIVATED and STRONG
There WORDS DO INSPIRE,
To LIFTING us HIGHER,
When your DOWN AND OUT,
THEY MAKE YOUR DAY BRIGHTER,
A PEP IN YOUR STEP,
you FEEL MUCH MORE LIGHTER,
When a POET DIES,
There WORDS they will STAY,
THEY'LL CONTINUE to INSPIRE US
to this VERY DAY!!!!


B.R.
DATE: 1/10/2024
There are many Great Poets that have passed on and to this day, we still read There Great works.
Morgan Howard Aug 29
I once had a flame
Flickering inside of me
Warming my heart

But the flame was blown out
By cold lips
I am no longer warm
I am cold and numb
The dreary darkness consumes me

I grab a lighter
Frantically trying to bring it back
But there is no use
The light is gone
The warmth is gone
I have gone cold
maria Dec 2021
your love lasted less
than my favorite lighter
d.

Written on December 15, 2021
© ,Maria
Nat Jul 2021
Waxing philosophical on the porch
Beneath a string of neon lights
The lighter blinks on as the stars keep blinking out
Let's celebrate our waning nights
Raven Feels Apr 2021
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, songs can make us imagine too;]


backs of freckles

cheeks to knuckles

breathes of swallows

deep to shallows

wild of mellows


                                                       ­                         -------ravenfeels
Monisha Sep 2020
We met many many years back
When the realisation hit that I may need you
I met you at home and the street  but as a vision
When my mum constantly reminded me to get you home
I rebelled and didn’t want to
I met you in my tears
When someone wanted you
More than me,
I met you in disdain
When I saw many who had you
But strutted around in false pride.
And I didn’t want you.

And here you are,
Many moons later,
Wherein I rediscovered you.
It was never you, it was the picture I painted.
I am getting closer to you now
Fresh canvas,
Wispy and comforting,
Uplifting like a kite 🪁 in the sky,
You’re blooming,
You smell fresh as a 🌹.

You’re “getting lighter”,
And  to me now it is not my weight in body,
But the heaviness in my heart and mind,
That I am getting lighter with.
And as I do, I find you so comforting,
You were always my friend,
I didn’t see you
As people and my heaviness painted you as an enemy,
You’re my angel
And I know you better,
Getting closer to you,
Whispy, floating and free.
I like you lightness,
You’re me now.

You so want to come closer to me,
Constantly trying to invade  my mind,
Tentacle my  thoughts and dreams.
But hey I get you,
I am going to set you free.
Because now you’re inside of me
And my journey in the  here and now is to be.
You’re sweet and I get you,  
But sweetness is one flavour,
And I like it spicy and tangy as well,
A tad bitter, some more there,
So I’ll just set you free.

Now, I am free,
Whispy and floating,
Pink and sparkly,
Becoming me...
Ayn Jan 2020
I lay there in the field,
An unlit Marlboro in between my lips.
Gazing into the summer sky...

My breathing starts matching the lengthening shadows,
My pulse slows down to even out with the intermittent owl hoots,
The cicadas fade into the crickets, and the crickets play a lulab-

A sudden warmth hits my face,
The light of my lighter is shining back into my eyes.
Once the end is in embers, the lighter is pulled away.
I take a long drag and gaze into nothingness,
Once again wondering who lights my cigarette,
Because they always steal my lighter too.
Took a change in my style when writing this over the summer. I don’t actually smoke, just a bit of my imagination at play.
July.2019
maria Dec 2019
I don't want you to see my burning face.
I've trust it before
in someone's hands
but he was the one
who used the only lighter in the space.

There are no lighters with you.
Hope there is no other space.
I don't want you to see my broken past
and I'm scared to trust but everything looks safe, should I trust?
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