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renseksderf Nov 29
Snowflakes fall, a silent lullaby,
Blankets of white beneath twilight sky,
Bare branches etched in frost’s sigh,
Cold winds weave through the night,
Stars alight, crisp and bright,
Warm fireside light,
Frozen plight,
Deep night,
Still.
renseksderf Nov 28
Quietly blooms, where shadows softly play,
Whispers of secrets in petals lay,
Emerald leaves rustle and sway,
Mystic scents drift in the breeze,
Dew-kissed dreams gently tease,
Moonlit moments cease,
Hearts find ease,
Pure peace,
Calm.
nonet
S G Aug 2022
There are rubber bands around my heart
essential to keep things at bay.
As the feelings get bigger,
I need to use more bands.
They cut into flesh,
barely contained.
Pulled so taught…
straining…
Snap.
S G Aug 2022
Pouring out from the top of my pen,
flooding in a pool on parchment
everything I ever felt.
Every heartache and fear,
laid bare in black ink
for your judgement:
My fragile
paper
Soul.
S G Aug 2022
Heart
beating,
burning fire.
Cannot control,
my inner desire.
Getting myself into strife,
thoughts are bleeding into life.
Stay calm and poised through racing heart,
as the truth could tear it all apart.
S G Aug 2022
Is it the tree’s fault that lightening struck?
After all it stood up so tall
Its leaves rustled, beckoning
Unwavering in the wind
Daring to look strong
Taunting the rain
Practically
Asked for
It.
blondespells Dec 2020
I left Billy last summer, and at first it was hard
To not feel her blankets weigh me down
into a pentagon pool of starches and creams
To not feel her sugar rush supreme
through the highs and the lows
of an extra-large platform
Until she resurfaced, kissing my lips
raw until my throat burned dry
And I knew she had to let me go.
Ash Nov 2020
“The war is over, Prince. Just— Relax.”
Cal smiles at me, but I don’t
smile back. As I repeat
My father— my king’s last
Words to me. To his
Unwanted heir.
“You must be
Perfect,
Prince.”
Logan Robertson Jul 2020
Trump Nonet Be Re-lected


Dunce
Upon
A time moans
Four years of Trump
Marching down the hill
Through the history books
Pages holding his burst of shame
With no President's trail this bad
He was more suited for the big tent
Than
Facade
Of leader
Of the greatest
Most mighty nation
On the face of this Earth
Riding his three-legged act
Hatred, egotism, leaderless
To his stunt of the United States

Logan Robertson

7/08/20
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

There's nothing that I like about Trump. He's baked a White House cake that is a mockery to all the bakers, so to speak. Come next January will mark Trump's fourth year in office and hopefully it will be his last.
Mark Toney Jul 2020
My twenty poetry collections
divided into subsections
listed below as follows:
Eleven are public
the rest are private
but the total
showing is
zero
Why?



© 2020 Mark Toney.  All rights reserved.
7/7/2020 - Poetry form: Nonet - I have 20 poetry collections on hellopoetry. Eleven are public, nine are private, but the number showing is zero. Does anyone know why? - 7/10/2020 - I FINALLY FIGURED IT OUT! I had originally set up 20 Private collections. When I changed 11 of them to Public collections, the total public still showed zero. Today when I added a NEW Public collection, the actual total  was finally revealed. Yippie Skippy!!! - © 2020 Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
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