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T R Wingfield Dec 2024
Oh to be a blade of grass
Caressing her thigh
Gazing up longingly
Upon Persephone
And her spring of warmth
On a cold winters day

Would that I could;
That I should be so lucky

If only it were more than a dream
Cuffing season got me feeling things haha
Vitæ Dec 2024
when you feel
bitterness       l i n g e ring
at the back
                of the throat,
let it burn  s l o w l y

            like a dancing flame

rising from
                 beneath  
                               you

where the sharpest edge
meets a     r   g   n   s   a
                    a    i   g    e  

with the strength

           of a feather
balancing           lightly
upon an ostrich's back:

d
    i
      v
         e
    into
    black waters

for light
          is here
                too,

           so       come back
           to your home
       and sing your song

from
the damp
        dark
exquisite
roots

of your being.
"We derive our vitality from our store of madness".
Emil Cioran, The Temptation to Exist (1956)

Last piece for 2024, let's goooo
C Dec 2024
I was bric-a-brac smashed to pieces during a heart attack;
A spirit released from her worldly oath;
A genie escaping from her bottle;
A servant fuelled by self-loathe.

When my world was ending in an earthquake-
Much like a baby crying from the rubble-
And when they dropped the first atom bomb-
Much like a cockroach in its armoured bubble-
I survived.
20/12/2024 <3
onlylovepoetry Dec 2024
a level of compatibility that is
distinguished and ascertainablw,
it is so so more than
finishing each other’s sentences,

it is answering them, before
they are next to be spoken,
inducting a wondrous expression
that is a potpourri of amaze,
a beloving of how, never why,
a growling tender from back of
the throat, that speaks of come
hither, and a challenge, tell me
what I’m thinking, whispering
come ever closer,

all par for the early moments of
just awoken eye rubbing confusion,
we skip the hello’s and proceed
direct to my beloved, that never
grows yellowing just mellowing
after nearly two
decades

she offers me breakfast choices
well advertised, in a different
order, thinking I won’t notice,
which I pretend they are  entirely
nouveau, weighing the merits of
each before, of approving

a ritualistic only love poem of her
composing, though she reminds
lunch will be five ounces of onion
coated, cream cheese whipped,
and an assortment of fish from
the North Atlantic,
ergo, she is saying

go my
darling within your constraints,
for she knows the side to side
head shakes
my evaluation  and stil
agress agrees,
that I will bring but, another ember
long last heating and she rewards
my decision with knotted nods of

a certifying agreement, that my right
role of agreer-in-chief, has made a
wiser kinder correct(ed) contribution
Valentin Eni Dec 2024
Anatomically

If you were to remove my tongue,  
I would still have  
The pen and the inkwell.  

Ontologically

If you were to take out my tongue,  
And the pen from my hand,  
I would still think, feel, and live my poetry.  

Ethically

If you were to tear out my heart,  
What use would I have  
For the pen and the inkwell?
Edoardo Alaimo Dec 2024
Non é l'istruzione
Non sono gli oggetti
A fare un uomo,
Se stesso.

É come vive l'ora,
Cosa fa con gli altri;
Ció che condivide;
L'intenzione con cui lo fa,
La voglia;

La personalitá, il mistero,
la magia, la forza...

Di amare ogni istante
Vivere, amare, capirsi
LB

2016, non meglio precisato
EA
Sarthak Gupta Nov 2024
Like a sunflower, that follows every moment of the sun,
I love to see you, to follow you, my love.
TomDoubty Feb 2023
Gently landed
At my side
A butterfly in golden light
Warming wings
That kiss their dust
From tip to tip

Barely touching
Your hollow limb
At my elbow
Resting there
My soft net sweeps down
I am your gentle prison

I lift you out
It feels like oil
The dust at my  pulps
I circle it there
A moment
It has no smell

I press your chest
To stop you moving
Pierce you with a pin
To keep you there forever
Frame you on my wall

In all this you did nothing
But look with love
Touching me lightly
Leaving nothing but dust
Jeremy Betts Nov 2024
Trying to find shades of myself
In the simple black and white
Trying to wade out in the middle
Of a basic wrong and right
Maybe I will or maybe I won't
But maybe I just might
I want to live in the twilight
There's too much darkness in the light

©2024
Amanda Kay Burke Nov 2024
****** reds
Broken blues
Heaven I want
Hell I choose
A menagerie of scars maps surface of skin
Eternity mocking every sin
Dawn overtakes darkness each day
Shining light inside is conquered by dismay
My heart is armored to protect from getting hurt
Harbor of regret hidden under my shirt
The birdsong becoming constant serenade
Along with the stars
Notes soon will fade
Watching windows
Don't dare crack my door
Bones too delicate to endure elements anymore
An ocean of fears drowning head
Scared to face future
I crawl into a hole instead
These evenings cannot seem to escape the shadow on my heels
Could never explain how immense every single problem feels
They are so heavy I can hardly hold them all
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