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Justine Louisy Jul 2020
Biro the brave heart,
liberated the wasted words,
that layed lifeless on the rippled land of paper,
imprisoned and not found.

Words that have been fed with feeble fever,
swollen from the neglect injected into its letter limbs.
Neglect from the puzzle prime minister.

But biro the brave heart pen,
together with the motion from his noble ‘hand’ steed,
slowly walking around each word,
in a captivating circle,
made out of incentive ink.

The circle of meaningful medicine,
that cures the words emptiness,
and installs a ventilator
so, it can breathe value.

Words that are ready to breathe value,
the words I am looking for so,
that my figure of speech is finally alive.

Justine Louisy

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I am such a word search enthusiast... so used that as my inspiration for this poem.... enjoy!! 😁
Poets are an interesting bunch,
All half mad at least.
I say I love poetry
When the words tear me up inside,
Stealing every breath.
I say it soothes me
Even as it burns me,
Begging to be released.
"We all know we're crazy," I say.
"But we choose this life
Because we can't live without the fever dreams
Or syllables controlling our every move."
The non-poet stares at me,
Uncomprehending.
Maia Apr 2019
Do the waves
Ever wish to leave
The hold of the moon?

If it could,
Would it
Free it’s spirit
From the pull of a lover
Miles and miles away?

Or would it keep moving,
To the beat of a drum
No one else seems to hear?
Hi, I’m pretty new to this so please comment any tips and suggestions. Thank you!
Carson Campbell Mar 2019
Poetry is not a hobby
one can practice a hobby
showcase it
compete against others

But poetry can't be forced
No one can just sit and write
without having experianced
pain
bliss
love
woe
calm
chaos

There must be feeling or emotion
the distruction of monotony
somthing much more
than just words
on a page.
PYG's Whisper Feb 2018
Every night
In this crowded
space
I look for
A new prey
To ink its blood
On this lonely
Piece of sheet
That speaks
My hopeless
Language


©pygswhisper
Sam Temple Jun 2016
Fully entrenched in my MFA program. Will start posting again in July. I plan on cleaning up my page and presenting myself slightly more professional.....slightly.

Love you all,

See you soon,


Sam
Less 'cute' and forced, more revision and polish.

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