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jacob charles Jun 2019
is finger-licking two senses
me, myself and i sit down, consensus
everyone has a different rendition of relentless
what version is this of this, which you, depends it
imaginary penitentiary, locked in myself, one tenant
like i could send a message with only a letter, pen it
see greater with less 3d one eye red it
eye to brain, i blew it
i 9 lives brain dead
brain faculty, mind, not same head
while nothing visual, split cranium and drain head
Alek Mielnikow Jun 2019
The sun is napping behind a cloud,
though loud plane engines call her awake.

Pollen is prancing around the patch,
and tiny critters follow their lead.

A big dog lies on the patio,
his smelly body absorbing heat.

You rest here with a pen in your hand,
tossing small diamonds into the sand.


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by Aleksander Mielnikow
(Alek the Poet)
Mitch Prax Jun 2019
Poets born and die
with every stroke of the pen-
so live fast, write young

12:13 AM
18/6/19
Anastasia Jun 2019
a poet's pen
with scarlet ink
paper thick
for blood to sink
roses fill
the empty space
while tears fill up
in the poet's place
these shadows offended
they tease and they taunt
petals fall
as the roses fought
their darling dear
their poet's fear
as the shadows were out for blood
a poet's own
to draw it from
skin pale like a rainy day
fiery hair
tangled in thorns
a poet's pen
in a poet's corpse
inspired from some outfits i saw. Enjoy ❤
Star BG Jun 2019
I am but a mirror of wordsmith self,
scribing with etheric words.
I walk and pen moves gracefully.
I run and my words move in open corral.
I fly and phases glide inside my dreams.
I breath and visions breath
ready to dance upon page.
Poetry mirrors life and life mirrors poetry.

Inspired by a chat with lefaNdlovu...Thanks
Star BG Jun 2019
Penning, paper, and heart go together,
like peanut butter, jelly, and bread.

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Bed, kissing, and cuddling go together,
like intimacy, dreams and a soulmate.

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Thoughts, prayers, and trust go together,
like vibrations, believing and abundance.
Just playing inside mind playground on a Sunday night.
Liz Jun 2019
Blank are my thoughts as I begin to write
My mind lost, in wonderings of white,
Pen to parchment, text to screen,
Drowning my words with the urge to scream.

A flurry of letters, all come out broken,
Confusing my mind, igniting emotion,
As ink simply bleeds, through veins of my page,
Blank is my mind..... Words are my rage.
@E.worthington
My crazy mind when it wants to write, but no words take flight, so the letters become my rage...
Star BG Jun 2019
And I shall hallucinate my thoughts
into a vast sparkling pool of creativity.
One where fish swim gracefully
and heart sings to celebrate life.

Where verse becomes
like drifting wind
I catch in breath.
A place where pen rises
to oar my minds boat.

A boat where waves of poetry lead.
Inspired by Christy Sandhu Thanks
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