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Sarah Pavlak Apr 2020
Where is your final town, your resting place?
And is Gene Davis there as well, and
Does he take his coffee strong?

As the days roll by
Do you try to fill the silence
Reminiscing of moments when pastels bled together?

Or is it mostly regret
That boysenberry and maroon never played
As well as they should have?

That you couldn’t fall in love
With the way the iris of a forget me not
Brushes up against the strength of an evergreen--

Overlooked her soul, Gene
Never caught the undertones in the light--
Only found beauty at the end.

The last time she shook
There was movement in the white,
And smoothness in the bronze of the church bells.
Genduk Apr 2020
i stop things from being said

the weather is rather warm

it’s been said enough

like that ed sheeran song

i don’t want to be so repetitive

i’m in love with your body

how it gets so revolutionary
Charlie Fanning Apr 2020
Once upon a time I woke up and went to school to learn my ABC's
Once upon a time I worked till 9 till 5 ro pay my mortgage off and live my life at 80
Once upon a time I lived in a society of competitiveness and judgement
And realised happiness isn't on a dollar bill
And happiness isn't a feeling just on weekends

A lifestyle of corrupt
A nothing at all
A shopping stall
An ikea mall
Comfier and bigger things brings bigger happiness as content must be through a 20 pound note
Or a new watch
Or a new phone

A workers right to work act
Cut the crap
A race, a repeated lap
A society's rat trap
An artificial lifestyle
A superficial smile
A bite in the ****
All for a polo which has a green crocodile

POWER TO THE PEOPLE
STICK IT TO THE MAN
Inspired by the film Captain Fantastic
Flynn Apr 2020
I watch my feet
It moves discreet
Flowing sand
I stand

It ebbs and flows
Comes and goes
movements twinned
enacted by wind

Mesmerised
Caught by the tides
The sea has come in
The moment... fin
Inspired by a walk on Talacre beach in North Wales
Miles of sand and nobody around
Michael R Burch Mar 2020
The Watch
by Michael R. Burch

Moonlight spills
down vacant sills,
illuminates an empty bed.

Dreams lie in crates.
One hand creates
wan silver circles, left unread

by its companion—unmoved now
by anything that lies ahead.

I watch the minutes
test the limits
of ornamental movement here,

where once another
hand would hover.
Each circuit—incomplete. So dear,

so precious, so precise, the touch
of hands that wait, yet ask so much.

Published by The Lyric, Carnelian, Net Poetry and Art Competition, Poetry on Demand, Famous Poets and Poems,  ImageNation (UK). Keywords/Tags: watch, hands, watching, time, movement, circles, cycles, circuits, minutes, limits, wait, waiting, death, incomplete, reunion, companion, ahead, night, bed, moonlight, crates
Antino Art Mar 2020
This is a portrait of backs turned.

It's inspired by windows  
   on a railcar
passing an anywhere town
where turned backs
   the shape of faraway kites
move farthest on windy days.

This is the wall

where a portrait of backs turned
could have been framed,
   captioned
by the silhouettes of parting words
left in eraser dust.

These are the overcoats left
   hanging
on the backs of empty bar chairs.

We sat on the precipice of a deep
   conversation.
Your face was a blur.
Noah James III Feb 2020
R STEP out step out step (flex ) in.
r hand drops to (behind you) diagonal right.
Grab something and come back to neutral
*slowly dissolves
District 6: Diamond Ave | Choreography
Poetic T Feb 2020
Never be a reed

                  behind a tree.

hidden away from others.


      Always be the wind,

as it can pass beyond any obstacle.
breeze Feb 2020
let that breath leave your lungs,
so then you may find out,
that air back soon comes.
it comes and goes, no doubt.

let waves and wind in stormy ocean,
In waters of eternal fights,
push tiny boat of yours in motion,
through risky path towards new heights.

let shiny light from northern star,
illuminate the road you cross,
whenever it will look bizarre
that light will help prevent a loss.

let trust and hope enter your life,
so when the cracks appear inside
and your perception forms a lie,
let these companions be your guide.
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